Inori notices something in his pocket while doing that and stares at it in confusion when he grabs it for a few seconds before remembering that's the bag that alpha gave him.

...

He lifts it up to his face and takes a deep, shuddering breath. He didn't think it was possible for him to get any harder but apparently he was wrong. He doesn't even finish undoing his pants before he's got two fingers in his pussy and is rubbing against that spot right under the bottom of his dick inside his vagina. His mask is still on and he's running purely on instinct now, the alpha's scent all over that little cloth bag, trying to pretend his fingers are much bigger and thicker, trying to pretend they're his cock—

It's picturing his face that tips Inori over the edge and makes him come and come and come and that's disgusting and confusing and he's still hard.

He hates being in heat so much.

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 work 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.

    "You really didn't fuck him?"

"Fuck you, Subaru, I've told you a million times already, I don't fuck omegas."

    "It's one thing to say that, it's another to get hit in the face by those pheromones and run off with him..."

Tōkan peers at his friend from the corner of his eyes. "...are you jealous, Subaru?" And the light flush on Subaru's face is enough to confirm it. "You've never been jealous before. Just 'cause he's an omega?"

    "Yes because he's an omega," Subaru grumbles in an annoyed tone. "You can fuck other alphas and betas all you want, but they don't have mind-control drugs pouring out of every pore."

"Well clearly I can resist his mind-control drugs just fine." Kind of. He didn't share the details. And he immediately got the strongest tolerants the pharmacy had available just in case. He never thought pheromones could get that bad.

    "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 smacks him behind the head. "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."

And a few days later there's Yamada 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?"

"Yes. As of yesterday. Now let's fight."

"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?

...ohhhhhhhhh no.

"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, until they eventually reach an empty football field.

"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."

If Yamada was not an omega Tōkan would know exactly what to say to that, but it's crossing a line, here. He assumes a stance.

"—wait. Before we begin." And he reaches inside his jacket poket for the cloth bag with the tolerant and tosses it back to him. "I don't need this."

Tōkan grabs it and looks at it. "Didn't use it, huh?"

...but then there's the pheromones, and he immediately stretches his arm out to hold the cloth bag as far away from him as possible. "What the hell? Did you rub yourself all over this or something, your pheromones are everywhere!"

"—really? Did—did you jerk off to this or something?!" Oh fuck that's really hot actually, maybe Inori could instead just rub himself all over him shut UP dick no one asked you.

"Fuck you," he says with a swing directly at Tōkan's face.

He dodges, still a little bit on the back foot, and dodges and dodges and dodges until he slips on a soda can and falls on his back. He immediately rolls out of the way and leaps up to a crouching position.

"I'm gonna kill," swing swing swing, "every shitty alpha, but especially you."

Dodge dodge dodge. "Especially me? The fuck did I even do?"

"All alphas are the same." Here's a swirling kick for a change. "Look down on all omegas, think we're all just breeding bitches, just like your friends who tried to rape that middle schooler."