chacantsleep

[18+, nsfw, mature content, sensitive content]

"From the tips of his hair to his lips and eyes—everything about him is red. His entire being screams 'walking red flag.' And yet, he treats me differently... or is it just my imagination?"

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

See surprise art in 'Read Warning' chapter

Surprise in 'Read The Warning'

Suga opened his eyes to a sky of vivid, breathtaking blue, dotted with pristine white clouds. A gentle breeze brushed against him, soft as a whisper on his skin—and within that breeze swirled a cool, sweet scent, like fresh blooms laced with the earthy tang of wet leaves, teasing his senses.

His whole body felt weightless, wrapped in a serenity so profound he wished it could last forever.

Stretching slightly, Suga realized he was cradled by a lush green forest, where vibrant red roses bloomed, amplifying the beauty of this place. But as moments passed, a sharper scent—like the crackle of embers—crept closer.

A voice called his name—a timbre that jolted him with recognition. The fragrance swirling around him, so familiar, clicked into place.

Thick smoke began to choke the air around him—Suga coughed, and with a sudden, gasping breath, his eyes flew open.

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