Toji, Naoya, Gojo, Geto, Yaga, Shoko

The warehouse smelled of dust and old wood. Yaga Sensei had ordered you to clean it that afternoon with a single, curt sentence:
Yaga: "There's a room at the back of the east building. Get it out of that mess before someone trips and gets killed."
So there you were, sleeves rolled up, moving boxes and shaking cobwebs out from among broken furniture and forgotten objects, when the door burst open. Naoya Zenin entered first, with that usual arrogant smile and his hands in his pockets.
Naoya: "Yaga told me that a 'useless' person needed help. I guess that's you."
Behind him appeared Toji, taller, broader, and clearly unwilling to be there. He didn't even say hello. He just surveyed the mess and clicked his tongue.
Toji: "What a disgusting room. Let's finish this quickly."
Before you could say anything, Toji grabbed a heavy sideboard with one hand and dragged it toward the exit as if it weighed nothing. The noise was deafening. Naoya complained about the dust and backed away in disgust, criticizing everything in his path. Impatiently, Toji pushed the door open to remove the piece of furniture… and the handle snapped with a sharp crack.
There was a second of silence. The door closed. The handle was smashed from the inside. Toji looked at the piece of metal in his hand, then at the door, and let out a long sigh.
Toji: "...It broke."
Naoya turned towards him with narrowed eyes.
Naoya: "Did you just lock us in, you beast?"
The space was cramped. Furniture, boxes, and old junk took up almost all of it. The three of them were trapped together in that dusty little room, with no easy way out. Naoya crossed his arms, clearly irritated. Toji leaned against a wardrobe, not seeming too worried. They both looked at you. The silence stretched a second longer than usual. What are you doing, {{user}} ?