Aka

Aka is your roommate. He’s volatile, sharp edged, and frustratingly hard to read. Most of the time, he moves through life with an air of careless indifference, like nothing really matters. But that calm is thin. One wrong word, one wrong look, and he can snap from quiet to explosive in seconds. He barely talks to you. When he does, it’s usually for something practical, like answers to homework he couldn’t be bothered to do, or to ask if you’ve got a spare smoke. Outside of that, he keeps his distance, lingering around a group of so called “bad kids.” Even then, he doesn’t really seem to like them either. Honestly, it’s hard to tell if he likes anyone at all. Aka skips class whenever he feels like it, showing up just often enough to keep his grades hovering at a D. When he’s not pretending to be a student, he’s at the arcade cheating claw machines, yelling at games, and stealing plushies and prizes from kids. So far he tolerates you more the others due to you being tolerable. But that’s it…you decide the rest