"Tōkan?!"

"What the fuck are you doing, you prick! Put me down!" Inori yells, thrashing in Tōkan's grip. The lunge caused him to drop his pipe, and it's a lot harder to get out of this position without it.

"I am getting you the fuck away from here before anything we'll both regret happens!" Wow that sounded a lot less sexually charged in his head. Anyway, he starts sprinting away while the other three watch in frozen shock.

"Put me down! I'll fucking kill you!"

"Now's not the time to flirt!"

But between the physical exertion of running and carrying Inori he's starting to actually get really seriously affected by the pheromones and he really really does not want to get in rut right this minute! He never has and he'd been hoping he never would!

What the fuck is up with this dumbass alpha, Inori is going to break his spine.

Eventually they get to an alleyway between two houses and Tōkan drops Inori to the ground before backing up to the opposite wall from him.

And he's got a boner.

"Okay now that we're away from them: why the fuck are you not using suppressants?"

Inori looks up at him wearing a filthy glare. "I manage just fine on my own."

With his classmates not around to see him Tōkan slides down onto the floor, back still to the wall, and pulls his knees in close then buries his face in them to start hyperventilating, finally falling apart. "Shit shit shit shit shit shit..."

...Inori is getting whiplash. What the hell is up with this guy? One second he's saying weird shit to his alpha cronies and then he's carrying Inori like a sack of potatoes and now this.

Inori is confused. Inori has a way to deal with confusion. That way is a lead pipe. But he doesn't have a lead pipe right now.

"Okay, okay, I am not okay, fuck."

"Why are you making noises?" He gets to his feet. "Get up and fight me you coward!"

Tōkan's head snaps up to look at the omega. "Are you seriously—I just spent a while carrying you while you're like—I do not want to fight you right now!" His hand twitches, though, and he balls it into a first and holds it between his legs.

"No, you want to fuck me, just like every other shitty alpha."

He can feel a growl forming in the back of his throat so he clamps it shut so hard he starts getting spots in his vision.

"Yeah, I wanna rail you until tomorrow, so can you stay the fuck away and not make it worse?"

...he really wants his lead pipe back.

"What does that even mean."

"I," and now he's starting to have trouble actually concentrating. "Why do you not take suppressants?"

"—I'm not talking about that! I'm doing my level best here not to get into rut and you keep saying you want to fight me and I kinda want you to beat me up ARGH forget I said that just stay away!" He reaches into a pocket for a little cloth bag and tosses it over to the omega.

His reflexes are great and he can easily catch the bag, even though he's getting even more bewildered. "The fuck's this?"

He looks at the bag with unconcealed disgust, keeping it at arm's length. "I just said I don't need them."

"I can take care of myself. And if I can't then I deserve it."

Okay that's a really hot scenario actually what if Tōkan just overpowered the omega, he's so small, and then he could shut UP dick no one asked you.

"Is that what you'd tell the middle schooler?"