He's already got his phone in his hands and is texting people. "I'm working on it! In the worst case security's gonna make the rounds, though, right? But maybe I could get my friends to come... Where is the key even kept?"

Inori doesn't say anything to that.

Tōkan... notices, and looks up from his phone at him.

He's hugging himself and has started shuddering.

Wha—

oh

"You said your heat just ended!" And he's not in front of other alphas so he can just press his back against the door and cover his mouth and nose, because fuck this dude's pheromones are strong.

"It did."

"...so what the fuck's this then?"

"...my heats are irregular. Once it's over it comes and goes for a few hours at a time over a few days. And it can come back very soon. Or not. I've gone four months between heats before."

Oh no. Ohhhh no no no no no. The room is locked this place's air is gonna be entirely replaced by this guy's pheromones. "You have got to be kidding me," but Tōkan's pretty sure he isn't.

He's oblivious. "It's not a problem."

He bangs his fist against the door. "The fuck you mean 'it's not a problem'? It's nothing but a problem!"

"I won't lose to my heat."

"You selfish prick." But he did buy stronger tolerants just for this kind of situation, so he's soon rummaging in his school bag for them—here. He doesn't waste any time before sitting down and stabbing his leg with the applicator. Then he grabs a box of pills and throws them to Yamada. "Take these."

He catches it and stares at it. "I don't need them."

"I do!!!!"

"Don't care."

He slides down to a seat on the ground, too, back to the opposite wall.

Fucking selfish asshole Tōkan is going to kill him after this or he might instead fuck him NO at least he has condoms and morning after pills if he needs them clever and good advance planning but still no he looks so cute and vulnerable ARE YOU NOT LISTENING

Fuck.

After a half hour of silence Tōkan is finding himself in a very similar position to the one from when he first met Yamada: hugging his knees, tense as a spring, and trying to keep still. He's knotting and he's pretty sure his pants are soaked through with precum.

And that bastard is just sitting there playing on his phone.

"Why are you so fucking stubborn," he finally says, breaking the silence. "Just take the goddamn suppressants! I don't want to keep being tempted to—" But he will not finish this sentence, nosireeeee.

He looks up and blinks at Tōkan a few times. "I don't care if you attack me."

"—what?" That's an opportunity SHUT UP but he just said he's fine with it SHUT UP it would be really hot SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP—

"I'll just break your arms if I need to," he finishes as if he didn't hear.

"—that's worse!!!!"

Okay. Mind over matter. Mind over matter. He doesn't need to be around this guy, he doesn't need to get off to this guy, he doesn't need to fuck this guy. If he ever needs a fuck he has Subaru on call, plus a dozen other alphas at school and alphas and betas all over everywhere else, he doesn't need this particular guy, he doesn't need to think about—about—

—about the time Yamada jerked off to his scent, what his face must have looked like, his fingers knuckle deep in his pussy, conflicted and hating himself about it but unable to control himself—

—about how pretty he'd look with Tōkan all the way up inside him, knot and all—

—about the noises he'd make, how he'd moan and cry and gasp and plead and curse—

—about how delicious his body must look, his strong wiry build honed by so long practising fighting alphas, strong enough to overpower alphas, even three-on-one apparently, he must look so hot, his ass is probably so tight—

—about ripping that mask off his face and kissing him, finding out what he looks like under it, seeing his mouth parted for Tōkan, his lips trembling with pleasure—

—but he's startled out of his reverie by a loud growling noise coming from Inori. "...what was that."

"...I'm hungry."

"Holy shit that was your stomach?" But he's already reaching into his bag on instinct and grabbing a box of protein bars to toss it over to Yamada. "Eat this."

Inori looks almost startled by that, then looks down at the box and grudgingly starts eating its contents. But he turns around first so he's not facing Tōkan while he does it.