"Fine, you didn't fuck him, but you're a liar if you say you didn't like it. That shit's addictive—" But he cuts himself off before saying anything else. "What did you even do with him if you didn't fuck? You were gone a long time."

"...I lectured him about using suppressants," Tōkan replies, pinching his nose.

"And you jerked off to him later, didn't you?"

"What?"

"Don't lie to me. I jerked off to him later, I wanted to shove a gag in his mouth and fuck him until he passed out. And I'm gay."

"And you don't see me being jealous do you?"

"You're constitutionally incapable of that. I'm just... conditionally incapable of that."

"...Subaru." He looks directly at his friend's face. "I'm not going to return your feelings. I'm sorry, but it's true. I've told you this before. You say you're fine with just fucking, well, alright, but if you're hoping after we've gone at it enough times I'll come around..."

Subaru looks away and folds his arms. "I know that. I know you're not. Doesn't mean I'm going to like it when you inevitably leave."

"I'm not going to be tied down. That is just not going to happen."

"Until a nice-smelling omega comes along..."

Tōkan flicks his forehead. "Stop being gloomy. Come on let me drag you to the bathroom stall and suck you off until you're feeling alright again."

His friend flushes. "You always know just the right words don't you."

When it gets so bad he can't just deal with it with FIGHTING SPIRIT he does weight training, tries to get his mind off things by focusing on some other strong physical sensation. And sometimes even that doesn't cut it and that's when he has to fuck himself to get it to subside.

But he's never needed to spend days doing it.

He bets it's that shitty alpha's little bag, there, with his scent all over it, that's affecting Inori all the time. And he keeps sniffing it like some horny creep and it's a goddamn cycle.

This is getting ridiculous. It's all that alpha's fault. And what was he even talking about anyway, the only alpha Inori's ever met that wasn't a rapist asshole is Harutsugu, and this guy sounds just like him. Inori hates him.

Inori is going to have to kill him.

So that's why a few days later Inori is waiting for him in front of Kokonoe High.

...okay, there was a part of him that had been hoping to run into Yamada again, even while the rest of him didn't really expect him. Certainly not just outside his school gates.

"Heat's over, huh?"

"You keep saying things like that, I'm going to start thinking you really are flirting with me."

"Stop saying that shit and come get killed, shitty alpha."

...wait, what's that he just saw for a moment in Yamada's eyes—

—ohhhhhhhhh no. Oh no no no he does not like that.

"Fine," he says, betraying none of his thoughts. "Let's go somewhere without innocent bystanders."

"This is an alpha school, no one's innocent."

But he follows anyway, since it seems like he will in fact get to kick this alpha's ass after all.

Tōkan stops when they eventually reach an empty football field then turns around and says, "Kokonoe, by the way. Kokonoe Tōkan."

"Don't care." He turns around and stretches, holding his lead pipe in one hand. "Now get ready to get crushed."

Tōkan doesn't adopt a fighting stance, though, and just raises an eyebrow. "Really? You need the pipe to beat me up, one on one? Guess you're not so tough after all."

"The fuck you say?" He tosses the pipe away and cracks his knuckles. "I can take you with a hand tied behind my back."