Fuckin Jeebus.
Between Akira (an appropriate name, as he constantly acts like a child) and Katsdoucheya, this manga is basically a lesson on why acting like a rich, spoiled, whiny, incompetent child is a poor strategy when you aren't one.
I just can't understand why these mental infants keep acting like this, though; they never, ever, act like children/teens who grew up in a violently aggressive dystopia.
I've been to West African countries where child-soldiers were all over the place; by the time those kids were 14, they were physically smaller than most their age, but they wouldn't do the stupid shit that these people do.
The amount of "I'mma go pout cos I feel poopy! I'm never gonna listen when people warn me about things, cos I duwanna! I'm tough and never trust anybody, unless they are plainly untrustworthy!"
It's just fucking stupid; it's like the author has no idea how the world or people work, outside of their apartment and childhood experiences.
And that's called "bad writing."
I mean, mangaka could at least talk to old people in his local farm areas; if nothing else, they'd have a clue as to human reactions to minor difficulties...