"—and I should give you my number. If, ah, if anything happens anyway—I'm very willing to take responsibility—"

"Shut up," Inori says without much heat. He walks over to the door and pulls on it a little, then frowns. "Was it only a padlock and chain keeping this shut the whole time?"

"...the fuck you mean, 'only'?"

"Could've said that sooner," he sighs and then he—

—pulls the door open hard enough to shatter the chain and padlock.

What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck oh god if this guy wants to kill him he is so fucking dead what the fuck NOT THE TIME TO GET TURNED ON the door is open wide and they're both naked so anyone could look in and see STOP THINKING ABOUT THIS what the fuuuuuuck.

Inori seems oblivious to Tōkan's plight and just starts putting his clothes back on. Then he grabs his pipe, pulls his mask on, and says, "Later."

"What do you mean later!!!" says Tōkan, scrambling to his feet and putting his own clothes on as fast as he can. "At least let me walk you home—"

"Fuck you," he says, flipping Tōkan the bird and walking off with his pipe resting on his shoulder.

"Hey, did you guys hear?" she asks the next day. "Looks like two people fucked each other's brains out yesterday in the athletics storeroom. The whole place reeked of cum, the soccer players said, and the door's lock was busted."

"Damn, that's ballsy," says Karato.

Tōkan had been giving those two the cold shoulder lately but after yesterday... he hates that he feels a little bit of sympathy for them. Even though they're horrible. "Yeah, Kurokei told me earlier," he says, tapping away at his phone. He's not about to let people know he was one of the sources of that cum, obviously; bad enough that it happened at all, he doesn't need people knowing about it. Also he's got other stuff on his mind, like the fact that Inori stalked off without getting his number so what if something happens how will he okay who is Tōkan kidding if anything happens Inori will just show up at the gates again. "I get the appeal, though. Semi-public like that, anyone who walked by and saw the broken chain would be curious, always the risk of getting caught..."

"Was it you?" Hōji asks.

"Obviously not," says Tōkan, rolling his eyes. "If it had been me I'd have been bragging to everyone."

"...not false," she agrees. "Oh, hey, sorry about yesterday, I saw your text but it was like two hours after you sent it, what'd you need?"

"Oh, nothing, I'd just forgotten some stuff at school and wondered if any of you guys would still be around to grab it for me. Just came back and did it myself though."

It takes a week, but Inori does eventually show up at the gates again, after school, leaning on his pipe. "Hey."

Oh shit. "Did something happen? Did you take the test? And why are you coming here, last time eight guys tried to ambush you..." But this dude shattered a thick iron chain on the strength of one arm alone, Tōkan is starting to think that he was right and he could have taken all of them on and won. That's terrifying (and horribly attractive).

He ignores all of that. "Come with me." And turns around and starts walking with no explanation.

Aaaaah?

Okay?

"So," says Harutsugu, with a smile that can cut through steel, "You're Tōkan? 🙂"

What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck why is Inori introducing him to his parents did he tell them Tōkan raped him is he going to be arrested he should be arrested aaaaaahhhhh

"Yes, sir."

(Inori, meanwhile, is just eating chips, seated at the Yamada dinner table, seemingly entirely unbothered.)

"Kokonoe High?" he asks, but it's not really a question. "That's my alma mater. You're my kōhai, then. And your family name...? 🙂🙂🙂"

Behave perfectly. "The headmaster is my father," he agrees.