chacantsleep

[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

The man calling his name, with the cheerful tone he recognized, was Nakajima Yuki, who had suddenly appeared before him. Suga wanted to see him, but not right now. Instructor Dave, who witnessed this, stepped aside and saluted Captain Nakajima.

"Funny, I was looking for you on the third floor, but it turns out you're here. But… hm, my room isn't in this area, Suga, so who are you really looking for—"

Reflexively, Suga jumped toward Yuki and covered the man's mouth tightly with his hand, even though Yuki hadn't mentioned anyone's name.

Instructor Dave, observing their interaction, looked puzzled. However, when Yuki gestured for him to leave, he quietly departed, leaving the two of them alone.

"Suga, what are you drinking?" Yuki asked casually, taking the iced coffee from Suga's hand and sipping it. Suga had just had a little, but he resigned himself to letting go of his caramel macchiato. "It's too sweet… but it's good."

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