"All I remember of it was thinking, god, this is the worst headache I've had in a long time and then.." Ryouta raised his right hand and let it drop to a 'facedown' position, signifying his keeling over. The purple haired nurse didn't seem to interested in his hand gestures whatsoever, he had been so light hearted when Ryouta came in but now he was all but scanning the young mans body up and down. Finally he raised his eyes, looking into Ryouta's own, "and this was the last episode that you had?" the blonde haired youth nodded, "Very well" the Nurse nodded, "Be on your way then, don't forget to take your insulin at the first break and keep an eye on your levels. If you don't feel right, you know where to find me". Ryouta nodded and headed out. Reaching into his jacket pocket he checked the number written on the small piece of paper. Unfortunately what was not written on the piece of paper was direction on how to get to the boy's dormitory. Ryouta sighed and let his gut lead him to where he was going, he had to get set up in his room quickly and have a shower. He didn't want to be late and smelly to his first class of the day.
After showering and taking his insulin, Ryouta felt much more comfortable in his new school uniform. A plain white shirt and tie combo with green pants. After checking his tie for the umpteenth time to make sure it was on correctly, Ryouta walked out of his room and down the hall, heading for his first class. Not more than five minutes later he arrived at the entrance hall. He fidgeted about again for a while, this is where he was told to wait for the man who would direct him in the right direction for his classes for the rest of day.
Panic gripped the chest of Ryouta. What happened if he had missed him? Would this man he was waiting for really just walk off without his charge like that? Could he be so irresponsible? Ryouta forced himself to exhale slowly, pushing all the thoughts of having too search for his classroom by himself. He took a few moments to look around. He was the only person here. Except for…he peered over standing still as a statue was a man in a brown jacket that looked to have seen better days. Could this be the man he was after? If so how long had he been standing there, he decided that he'd have to take the initiative otherwise the daydreaming man would never notice him. Ryouta strode over to where he was, doing his best to put on a friendly smile. "Hello, my name is Sakamoto Ryouta. I was hoping you would help me out, I'm looking for a man named Proffes-" "I'm him. Where have you been all this time, I was waiting" the man asked, interrupting Ryouta. "I was waiting over there, by the stairs, perhaps I missed you come in?" "Perhaps. We musn't waste time now, you're already late, woud you like me to introduce you to the class or would you rather introduce yourself?" Ryouto shifted uncomfortably, wondering how many other people had been asked this same question before him.