"...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?" she asks.

Subaru chokes on his smoke and turns away to cough it out. Damnit, he'd been doing such a good job of not thinking about it until then, and now it's back on his mind and he has no idea what to do about it.

...probably nothing. Definitely nothing while Inoue and Tanaka are here, but... Tōkan's got enough on his plate already.

He clears his throat after he's no longer hacking his lungs out and looks at the other three again, trying to catch up with the conversation he lost.

"...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."

"Inori was in heat at the time, too," adds Subaru.

"...Yamada beat Karato and Hōji up, on his own, while in heat? What the fuck, Subaru."

"The epithet is apt." Boy's a demon.

"Remember the sports storeroom thing back then?"

"Sto—that was you?" asks Tamiki.

Okay, Subaru... doesn't want to listen to that. He looks away again, tuning their conversation out and continuing to smoke and think. Tōkan was right, it is weird as fuck that all of that happened, in a way Subaru's having a lot of trouble with, now that it's been pointed out. What happened? What changed? It can't just have been people confirming that Tōkan was dating Inori, can it...? It doesn't click.

The conversation suddenly stops, though, when Tōkan's phone rings and he looks—well, kinda scared, is what he looks, when he sees who's calling. "Hi? ...motherfuckers. Have you called Ōta-san? ...I'll call her. When? ...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 may way to your place soon." He gets to his feet right then and starts pacing. "Of course, I'll do that now. Thank you for calling me, Haru."

Tamiki and Naoko look rather spooked. "What happened?" Tamiki asks.

"My guess is the police decided to detain Inori. Fuck."

Tōkan is already on the phone again, though, and gets straight to business. "Yeah. Inori just got detained by the police." Pause. "I hope so. Thank you so much, Ōta-san." Another pause, then he hangs up and is striding away. "I have to go, I'm sorry," he says, throwing the other three an apologetic look and flying off.