"Are you sure I'm not allowed to put her in the hospital?"
"No, you had a point, generalising like that just isn't cool. Just, man, did you know I still have fucking nightmares about this one time I was playing in the playground and then the omega and beta kids all left because they said that alphas are above them and they shouldn't mingle, my father had said so. We were five. That was fucked up."
"And my guess is that their parents weren't, either. I dunno man it just makes my blood boil every goddamn time."
...right, she shared food with him out of the goodness of her heart, he should not be ignoring it to wax poetic about how much alphas suck. "This is very nice," he tells her after eating a bit.
"I might take—" But his phone rings in his hand and interrupts him. It's Harutsugu. "Hi?"
"Fuckers. But it's good that it took them this long, I think, means they're struggling to build a case—this isn't legal advice. I'll call Ōta-san. I'll be on my way to your place soon."
There's a pause. "I'll call you back in five minutes. Get his parents if you can and go to the precinct, if you know which one it is. It will be fine."