"No fucking way!"

"Betas are one thing but there's no way he's an omega. An omega wouldn't treat an alpha like that."

"Omegas just—"

Tōkan gives her a look.

...she turns away. "They're not that physically strong," is what she mumbles.

"Well, find him for me. I think I wanna have a chat."

Tōkan is a popular kid in a popular school, so it's easy to get word out and find someone who knows someone who knows Inori and can get a message to him. By the end of the schoolday they've got a meeting scheduled, if you can call it that, at the nearby storeroom.

So there the four of them wait, in awkward silence, which of course is exactly as Tōkan wants. He has a suspicion about those two and he's usually right about his suspicions. He bets this Inori dude is going to confirm it.

After a while of waiting they start to get a bit fidgety, though.

"Hey, uh, do we have to be here too?" asks Hōji.

"Yep," Tōkan replies, and that's that.

But they aren't kept waiting for very long. He shows up, as promised: alone, a mask covering the lower half of his face, one end of the pipe held in his right hand, the other end resting on his shoulder.

"Yamada Inori, hmm?"

Yeah, he's definitely an omega.

"What's it to you? You wanna fight?" He flicks his wrist so the pipe's other end makes an arc all the way to the ground, clanging loudly.

Tōkan raises both eyebrows. "You don't recognise them." A statement, not a question.

"Who?" And for what seems to be the first time he looks at the other three.

That's when they're hit with it, all four of them at the same time: a wave of pheromones strong enough to straightforwardly pierce through all of their tolerants wafts over, carried by the wind.

Tōkan seems unaffected by it, but the other three all stagger back almost in unison.

"Wh—these pheromones—what—" stammers Subaru.

"Not taking suppressants, Yamada, I see. Some might call this flirting."

Shit these are really strong though.

"What? He is an omega?" coughs Karato.

"Want a reward for your observational skills?" With another easy turn of his wrist he swings the pipe to land on his other hand. "And what the fuck are you talking about? You want flirting? How about a pipe to the forehead?"

"Last night," Tōkan says while the other three are still pinching their noses and holding their hands in front of their mouths. He's not doing that himself, he has an image to maintain, but he's starting to wobble a little. "You ran into these two." He hikes a thumb to point at them. "What'd they do?"

"H-hey!" protests Hōji. "Whose side are you on!"

"To be decided."

Lightbulb. "Ah, I remember the shitheads. They were attacking a girl."

"Attacking, huh?"

"They tried to rape a middle schooler in her first heat."