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

They continued their game, though this time, Zion seemed more focused. It took them quite a while before either of them managed to capture another piece—until finally, with a bright, triumphant smile, Suga once again took one of Zion's pieces.

Surprisingly, Zion didn't seem upset. Instead, he let out a small smile, as if Suga's excitement had rubbed off on him.

'Hm...' Suga scratched his chin. He originally wanted to ask something like what kind of traits Zion looked for when approaching an omega, but suddenly, another thought surfaced—one that made him take a slow breath. He hesitated to voice it out, but when Zion raised an eyebrow, looking somewhat impatient, Suga unconsciously clenched his fists.

Huh... Why am I suddenly remembering our conversation from when I was at IHPS? Am I trying to torture myself by bringing this up? Am I even ready to hear his answer?

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