"...a boy with a mask," confirms Tōkan, looking at the two beat-up teenagers.
It's the evening, and Inori is sitting in a swing in a park thinking about his life choices.
Dumb, shitty alpha. Why is he going and doing dumb stuff like that? Why did he kiss Inori? He said he fucked Inori because he lost to pheromones but then here he is just doing that when Inori isn't even in heat.
...and why didn't Inori hate it? Why didn't he hate the sex either? He... meant it... when he said he'd have killed that dumbass alpha if he hadn't liked it. Which means he liked it. Is that just how it goes, you get so lost in heat that when an alpha dicks you down you love every second of it, even the pain?
That doesn't explain the kiss, though.
The kiss was... nice.
Shit! Why is he getting in heat again! Come on why does this keep happening he hates being an omega so fucking much—an image flashes in his mind and he had been on his way to Kokonoe High anyway so maybe—he reaches down for the pipe he just dropped—
But that image appears in his head again, of that night with Tōkan, when he was in heat and—and Tōkan said his name—he loses concentration—
I want an alpha. The thought comes unbidden and his whole body flushes with desire. I want one.
...but it's neither of them.
"Thought I smelled you." He looks at the one still holding Inori up. "What have we here, then?"
Tōkan casually reaches down for the pipe and starts twirling it in his hand with some ease. "You wanna go?"
Twirl twirl he hits the corner of the metal pipe holding the swings in place with a very loud clang.
"Then let's fucking go."
Tōkan watches them run but only relaxes when they're out of sight. After that, he walks up to Inori. "Are you alright? Did they hurt you? Damn you Inori, I thought—what happened to your fighting spirit?"