"...hey, Inori-kun."
"...Inori-kun, Harutsugu is going to skin me alive if I arrive at your place while I'm looking like this."
He looks down at Tōkan's legs then back up at his face. "Worse than going there bottomless?"
"How do you even manage to not just break out of your pants with that thing between your legs anyway?"
Inori goes for his underwear and shorts and starts putting them on. "Is every alpha that big?"
"...I'm above average by a reasonable amount but not, like, incredibly exceptional or anything. Have you never watched porn with alphas in it?"
Tōkan's pants are still around his ankles so he has an easier time putting them back on.
"No porn? Not at all? Never?"
"I don't need it. I've always dealt with my heat using my fighting spirit." Then he looks over his shoulder and flushes a bit. "And your help now, I guess."
This goes completely over Inori's head. "Other alphas? I'm not going to fuck other alphas. I already have you."
Inori is saying cute romantic things casually agaaaaaaainnnnnnnnn Tōkan's heart is going to meeeeeeeelt.
"Well, if you ever did want to fuck another alpha or even date them or whatever, you can."
Inori turns around to fully face him. "I can? The fuck you think you are to tell me what I can or can't do? I'm gonna fuck whoever I want and you've got nothing to do with that."
He grabs his lead pipe and starts stalking away, fuming.
"—that's not what I meant! Inori-kun!" He finishes zipping up and jogs after him. "I just meant I wouldn't feel jealous or, or anything. And I'll support you in whatever makes you happy."
Tōkan sighs and decides to drop it. No reason to argue the principle of it when in practice it will just actually not be an issue.
"Where are you going?"
Yamada Inori is a terrible liar and furthermore Tōkan is head over heels for him.
"...I'll just get rid of my shirt," he decides, then takes it off and bins it.
And Tōkan does not care to pretend he didn't notice.
"You know you have free access to all of this whenever you want."