Oh. He was being dragged. Alright. Akira didn't even try to resist. He just let physics do the resisting for him. Even though Mitsuki quickly gave up, it looked like Akira no longer had a choice in the matter. He'd crossed that strange line where actually [i]doing[/i] things was less overall effort than [i]not[/i] doing the things. Oh well. It could be reasonably entertaining to do something for once.

Haruka and her friends seemed to be having a little "moment". Akira didn't really pay attention. Relationship drama was [i]such[/i] a pain in the ass. Not that he had any first-hand experience, really. But it seemed like way too much of a pain to deal with. To prove his point, Haruka tearfully dashed into the depths of the building, forcing her friends to go after her. That was a disaster waiting to happen. Oh well. Akira had faith in the others' ability to handle it. That [i]totally[/i] was not just a handy reason to be apathetic about it. 

Whatever. He turned to face Mitsuki. "I suppose I am, ninja-chan. As you know, I am the perfect model of a responsible senpai. There is truly nothing to fear." That would have been inspirational if it hadn't been said in an entirely monotone voice. 

Oh. Someone was talking to him. Akira simply blinked at Rika, confused at her... everything. He vaguely recognized her as a classmate. A legit classmate, not a plastic-medal classmate like Kozue or Yori. She seemed to think that Mitsuki was his sister? Weird. He didn't care enough to correct her, though. Akira quizzically examined Mitsuki. "Do we really look that much alike?" After a moment, he shook his head. "Nah. I'm [i]far[/i] too handsome. Anyway," he said, pointing at the biker bros, "Wanna take them with us? I think they need a chaperone."