Tōkan is a popular kid in a popular school, so it's easy to get word out and find someone who knows someone who knows Inori and can get a message to him. By the end of the schoolday they've got a meeting scheduled, if you can call it that, at the nearby storeroom.

So there the four of them wait, in awkward silence, which of course is exactly as Tōkan wants. He has a suspicion about those two and he's usually right about his suspicions. He bets this Inori dude is going to confirm it.

After a while of waiting they start to get a bit fidgety, though.

    "Hey, uh, do we have to be here too?" asks Hōji.

"Yep," Tōkan replies, and that's that. But they aren't kept waiting for very long.

He shows up, as promised: alone, a mask covering the lower half of his face, holding a lead pipe with one hand, the other end resting on his shoulder.

"Yamada Inori, hmm?"

Yeah, he's definitely an omega.

"What's it to you? You wanna fight?" He flicks his wrist so the pipe's other end makes an arc all the way to the ground, clanging loudly.

Tōkan raises both eyebrows. "You don't recognise them." A statement, not a question.

"Who?" And for what seems to be the first time he looks at the other three.

And that's when they're hit with it, all four of them at the same time: a wave of pheromones strong enough to straightforwardly pierce through all of their tolerants wafts over, carried by the wind. Tōkan seems unaffected by it, but the other three all stagger back almost in unison.

    "Wh—these pheromones—what—" stammers Subaru.

"Not taking suppressants, Yamada, I see. Some might call this flirting." Shit these are really strong though.

        "What? He's the omega?" coughs Karato.

"Want a reward for your observational skills?" With another easy turn of his wrist he swings the pipe to land on his other hand. "And what the fuck are you talking about? You want flirting? How about a pipe to the forehead?"

"Last night," Tōkan says while the other two are still pinching their noses and holding their hands in front of their mouths. He's not doing that himself, he has an image to maintain, but he's starting to wobble a little. "You ran into these two." He hikes a thumb to point at them. "What'd they do?"

    "H-hey!" protests Hōji. "Whose side are you on!"

"To be decided."

"Ah, I remember the shitheads. They were attacking a girl."

"Attacking, huh?"

"They tried to rape a middle schooler in her first heat."

Tōkan whirls on his feet to face them now. Also, having his back to the wind helps. "Really? No reason, huh?"

    "W-we couldn't help it!" says Karato, lowering his hand to place it between himself and Tōkan. Which proves to be a mistake, seeing the way he's affected by the pheromones. And given how much Tōkan wants to turn around and rail Inori right now he hates that he understands what Karato is talking about.

"Hey Yamada, you wanna beat these two up some more with me?"

        "What the fuck are you doing, Kokonoe?" asks Subaru.

"A middle schooler, Subaru. I should fuck them up here and call the police on them."

"Hey assholes," says an Inori suddenly far too close to the four of them, swinging his lead pipe in Tōkan's direction. "Shut the fuck up and fight me."

Tōkan leaps out of the way in the nick of time and takes a defensive stance. "What the hell, man, I'm on your side here!" And now he's way too close.

"You shitty alphas all talk too much," he replies, with another swing.

Which Tōkan dodges again. But enough is enough, and from his crouched down position he lunges at Inori's midsection and then heaves him up over his back, which causes him to drop his lead pipe.

(And that is close enough that even Tōkan's composure starts to actually crack. But composure or no he will still not do anything as disgusting as—as those two—)

    "Tōkan?!" exclaims Subaru, who's been in a corner close to the wall with the other two trying not to get in the way of the lead pipe or his "friend" who seems to want to help lead pipe crush their skulls.

"What the fuck are you doing, you dick! Put me down!" Inori yells, thrashing in Tōkan's grip.

"I am getting you the fuck away from here before anything we'll both regret happens!" Wow that sounded a lot less sexually tense 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!

What the fuck is up with this dumbass alpha, Inori is going to bash his brains in.

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."

And now that his classmates aren't 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. "Shit shit shit shit shit shit..."