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 moment Zion opened the door, the sound of the television filled the room, confirming his suspicion—Suga was lounging on the couch. Heading to the living room, Zion found him fast asleep there.

His brows furrowed as he took in the sight of the coffee cups littering the table. Most of them were heavy on milk and cream, meaning the caffeine content was probably low, but still—drinking this much wasn't healthy.

Zion crouched down, observing Suga's sleeping face. His eyes were shut, his breathing steady—he was definitely deep in sleep. A small smile tugged at Zion's lips. Suga's cheeks had filled out a little. He remembered the first time he saw him—a man who looked like they hadn't slept in a week, with dark circles under his eyes and an underweight frame. But now, his weight had gone up, and he had even built a bit of muscle, though it wasn't obvious unless he flexed.

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