"Not my friends," he says, parrying a blow and returning it with one of his own, finally. "And were you just not listening? I don't look down on omegas and I don't think anything of the sort about you. My mom's an omega."

Inori skips a few steps back to dodge Tōkan's blow but doesn't immediately press the offensive. "Every alpha I've met is human garbage. And then there's you. You keep saying weird shit no other alpha says." Lightbulb. "That's why. You keep being weird, that's why I couldn't get you out of my head throughout my heat."

"—wait, what?"

But Inori's got his pipe in hand again so he hits Tōkan on the stomach with it then takes off.

"Urghhhhhh." He's doubled over and trying not to heave, but most importantly he extremely does not want an omega crushing on him. Does not need that at all.

(And when he gets home, goddamnit, he's the one being a creep and getting off to someone's scent in a cloth bag. In his defence Inori's pheromones smell incredibly hot. Perhaps not so much in his defence, he keeps thinking about fucking the omega.)

(Maybe Subaru was onto something when he said this is addictive.)

Inori is waiting for him at the school gates the next morning. "We weren't finished."

"—you're the one who ran away," he replies on automatic because fuck he had actually hoped Yamada would just give up after that.

"You kept saying weird shit. Stop doing that and come die like an alpha."

"I have class. And so do you."

"So? Skip it."

"You're asking me to skip class so that you can kill me."

"Yep."

"Fuck off." And through the gates but he's got a suspicion he's just not brushing Yamada off that easily.

    "So did you beat him up?" asks Subaru between classes.

"No, he ran away."

    "Did he? Thought I saw someone with his hair by the gate this morning."

"He wanted a rematch."

    Snort. "After he ran away?"

"Dude's crazy."

    "So don't go sticking your dick in it."

"I am not going to fuck an omega."

But there he is the next day. After class this time, though.

"Stop stalking me! Go home!"

"You were bitching about school so I waited until after it."

"Just go away, dude, I don't want anything to do with you."

"No! I'll keep coming here every day until you admit defeat! I will defeat all alphas!"

"...that it? Fine. I lose."

"—at least look me in the eye when you say it!" he growls, stepping up to Tōkan and grabbing him by the scruff of his T-shirt. "Or are you scared of me?"

He bats Yamada's hand away and takes a step back because pheromones or no Tōkan's mind has started to wander a bit too much whenever he's around this dude. The "addiction" theory is getting more and more likely. "I'm not scared of you."

"Then why won't you fight me!!" He doesn't get any closer but he's the birth of the phrase "if looks could kill". "All because of all that bullshit you said, your face keeps popping up in my head even though my heat is over! So I have to kill you!"

N n n n n nooooooo nope nuh uh not this shit he extremely very very much does not want to have this omega trailing after him trying to figure out that he has a crush, nope, no sir, get him the fuck outta here.

"Well, I don't want to see your face anymore," and part of that's a lie because he keeps fantasising about this shitty omega because of some Pavlovian conditioning bullshit or whatever. He will need to take an ice-cold shower after this. And destroy that cloth bag for good measure. And not jerk off for like a week. "So just fuck off and get out of my life already."