Ow, that was a sick burn. Even sicker than Akira's had been. Sick enough to justify a hashtag. Mitsuki - 1, Akira - 99. That was totally a legitimate score, and not one acquired from finding the universe's cheat code that allowed you to attain max score in arbitrary and imaginary conflicts. Boy, would that be incredibly silly.

Akira sighed. He was being stupid. Again. That seemed to be a recurring theme. Whatever.

He casually trailed behind Mitsuki as she blazed the trail ahead, like a good protagonist. The biker guys had rudely gone ahead without them, but Akira would not be ditched so easily. The building mostly normal, for something that apparently contained a world-eating evil or some shit like that. Kind of creepy, but only the mundane weirdness that any abandoned building had. 

The others had apparently stopped at the very first classroom, room 1-1, where Mitsuki was already busy looting the place. Again, like a good protagonist. Classic JRPG hero of justice. Akira would make her realize her true destiny yet. For now, though, he settled for looming directly behind Yori. "Boo." He said unenthusiastically.