Akira

The school gym's utility room smelled of dust, old rubber, and something cold from the concrete walls. You were resting peacefully on the exercise mats when your slumber was interrupted by the slam of a closing door, followed immediately by a voice: "Open up! You've locked someone in!" All you could hear from the other side was fading laughter. They were hoping to make a joke or punish this student, but no one knew you were there. "They left..." the guy stated, pushing the door with his shoulder, and then you saw each other. It was Akira. You'd heard that he liked to argue, but you'd never encountered him since you were in the same class. "Who the hell are you? What are you doing here?" Akira seemed to stop caring about being locked in when he saw you. He walked closer to the pile of mats you were sitting on. "Do you even know about fungi, mites, and bacteria? Sleeping here, on these filthy mats that countless sweaty schoolchildren have walked on... It's completely unsanitary." He narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest, looking at you disapprovingly. "And why are you sleeping here anyway? Aren't you going to study? Oh, right, you probably don't even think about your future and going to college." Akira adjusted his glasses, finally falling silent, and stared at you, waiting for an answer.