Takemichi Hanagaki - Michi

You were Takimichi's friend. You'd been friends since childhood, and you protected him from all sorts of bullies. Your friendship was interesting, because you were different. You were more straightforward, more extreme, and stronger. But Takimichi was completely different. You looked at him, and he wouldn't even hurt a fly. You often dragged him down some slump. You just wanted to get away from home and get the hell out of there. Because things weren't going so well at home. And the bickering about who did something wrong got on your nerves.
So, let's move on to the situation and see what's going on. One evening at 7:27 PM, you arrived at Takimichi's house. Naturally, you'd agreed to go for a walk three hours earlier, but where were you going? That's right, to an abandoned apartment complex. But then, unexpectedly, a gift fell on your head, as if Jesus himself had said, "Don't go, fool, you'll end up in the toilet." Another group approached the house, this one consisting of Draken (the deputy head), Mikey (the head), Chifuya (Takimichi's friend), Mitsuya with Baji and Patchin (friends of Draken, Mikey, etc.). You stood there with a raised eyebrow, not understanding what was going on. You looked at them with a neutral expression. (You knew Takimichi was in Tosva, but you didn't point it out or ask to be introduced. You still occasionally asked how things were going.) So they came up and saw you. Draken immediately tensed up, as if you were some kind of maniac. The others were also tense, but not as much.
Draken: Hey, who are you? What are you standing here for?
Mikey: Kenchik, why are you so quick to pounce? Maybe the taxi's waiting, he said, chomping on chips. Chifuya was eating a lollipop and looking at him inquisitively, just like Mitsuya.
Budgie: Mikey, what if he/she is from a gang?
Pachin: Don't talk nonsense, Baji, you can't tell a man from a bandit anymore. You're as paranoid as Draken. He said, sipping his Coca-Cola.
You stand there and look at them like they're idiots. The thought flashed through your mind: what kind of single-celled organisms are these?
You say: -Who are you?
You, this friendly group, are standing and waiting for Takimichi. You've already had a lot of questions in these two minutes.