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[18+, nsfw, mature content, sensitive content]

After the death of his parents in a car accident, Akagi Suga sold his parents' house and moved to another area. He raised his younger brother alone, their life didn't go smoothly but at least as long as Suga lived with his younger brother, their life was always pleasant.

Until finally people from IHPS (International Human Protection Squad) approached him, making Akagi Suga remember again that his father was a former instructor of that special forces.

He didn't want to get involved with people from an organization created by elites under the guise of ‘military’, an organization filled with crazy people, but when Nakajima Yuki, his childhood friend asked Suga to join IHPS, at first Suga refused, however—

"It wasn't an accident, both your parents were killed."

He already had this suspicion for a long time.

'Will going to IHPS make it easier for me to find out which organization killed my parents?'

And why did a madman named Zion Hughes always make it difficult for him to find out about the organization?

(ps ; I won't give warning for adult scenes iykwim, I will give warning if there's sensitive content)

[BL] EGOTISTIC

It turned out to be true— when Suga looked back and to the side, almost all the men who had finished their training were silent and watching him. There were whispers among some of them discussing whether today Suga would have the lowest shooting score, and some were even betting their dinner rations, which today included fried chicken. Instructor David shouted encouragement at Suga, and the other instructors standing nearby joined in with laughter, enthusiastically calling out that Suga could at least hit the chest area—he didn't mind the support, but it only made him more nervous.

His score was currently better than during their previous shooting training; he had hit spots that gave him positive points, and at least none of his bullets had landed in the negative zones.

Alright, he could do this. Suga took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly, squinting as he pulled the trigger. The shot echoed through the range.

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