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[BL] EGOTISTIC

[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)

chacantsleep · LGBT+
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Shooting practice might be one of the activities at IHPS that Suga enjoys the most. The first reason is that it doesn't require much physical effort, even though his hands end up overworked as he tries to hit his shooting targets. But it's not as tiring as climbing hills, grappling, or participating in physical training, where he has to run, climb, ascend stairs, break down doors, and run again. After all that, he always ends up being punished with push-ups because he's the slowest in that training.

It's a bit impressive that his weight has increased, yet his body doesn't look any different. Though, Suga feels that the muscles in his arms and stomach are more defined than before, thanks to the push-up punishments he always receives.

While shooting, the only sounds filling the air are the voices of the men who occasionally chat quietly and the sharp crack of gunfire. There's no other commotion apart from the IHPS soldiers focusing intently on their targets.