"Naoko—"

She lifts her hands in surrender. "I know, I know, that was shit of them, just, yeah, I can get why they'd be pissed off." She elbows Tamiki who blinks and also grabs a couple of bentō boxes from her bag.

"Do the two of you always have more than one of those? It's not even lunchtime."

"I like sharing," says Tamiki. "And Naoko does too even if she likes to pretend she doesn't. She's got an image to keep, see."

Naoko elbows her again.

She grins.

"...these are for us?"

"Unless you have your own then this one's mine," says Naoko.

"—uh, yeah, keep it, except, it's not lunch?"

"Yeah but we figured Tōkan was gonna be bummed out up here and food always cheers me up."

"You were right, I am bummed out." He puts his cigarette out and accepts Tamiki's box. "So, I see you got over yourself?"

"...you're still fucking Subaru, right?" asks Naoko.

(For some reason Subaru starts coughing horribly—probably the smoke—and Tamiki offers him her bottle of water.)

"Yeah."

"Thought so."

"You could still have just come talk to me and asked if I'm still DTF..."

"Can't blame a girl for wanting to step lightly there." There is a fainty flush to her cheeks but she presses on. "Situation's highly unusual. Also you're not bringing Yamada with, he's cute but I hate the way it feels around omega pheromones. Itadakimasu." And she starts eating.

Subaru isn't particularly hungry, though, and despite the coughing fit he continues to smoke some more.

"...so... I don't suppose you guys know anything about that shit."

"About what?" wonders Tamiki.

"Hōji suddenly acquiring cronies and getting them to beat me up, the police thing..."

"Police thing?"

Naoko looks equally confused.

"Damn. You really don't know, huh. Hōji is pressing charges against Inori for aggravated assault."

"...he's an omega. Who in this country would believe her that an omega beat her up? Hell, what cops would believe that, and what cops would even take it seriously? Joke of the year, scrawny omega boy beats two alphas up at the same time, on his own."