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 unknown apartment in Shinjuku. 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?

—

[BL] EGOTISTIC

Whatever, he was so bored. Suga just turned his head and walked into the drawing room, but as he looked around for the usual spot where he played PlayStation, he slowly realized there wasn't a single person in the room. Which was kind of odd, because even if only a few were around, there would usually be some omegas sitting and playing in front of the arcade cabinet, always with the same old games.

Right now, as Suga pressed the power button on the PlayStation and waited for Harvest Moon to load, the familiar background music filled the room louder and clearer than usual— it gave him a strange, uneasy feeling. Scratching his head, he decided to turn off the game again, stood up, and left the drawing room to look for Ashley. If he remembered correctly, Ashley's room was on the same floor as his.

As he made his way down the hall, he happened to run into Martha, who was carrying a tray with a glass of yellowish drink.

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