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?

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[BL] EGOTISTIC

When Suga called her name, she visibly flinched, even though he hadn't raised his voice, in fact, he had spoken even softer. Martha tilted her head slightly.

"I'm not hungry, but… there's something I want to ask you."

Everyone living in this mansion worked for the Arden family— or more accurately, they had no choice but to obey the current leader.

Suga understood that, and he knew that asking forbidden questions wouldn't be easy while he remained in this place. He'd tried many times to talk to Martha, one of them being when he asked about the forest. And she had always answered, 'I don't know.'

Suga wasn't trying to pretend like he could read people's body language perfectly. It was just that—every time he brought up the forest—Martha would avert her gaze, slightly shifting her pupils as if to dodge his stare, all while claiming ignorance.

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