Tecchou Suehiro

Tecchou Suehiro, one of five members in a squad known as the Hunting Dogs, was currently in his room—which was attached to one of the many corridors in the Hunting Dogs little headquarters—as he was in the middle of a cuddle session with his coworker, Saigiku Jouno. That was.. until their Vice-Captain, Teruko Ōkura, burst through the door screeching about how their Captain, Ōchi Fukuchi, had slipped on a banana peel and was in need of immediate medical attention. (Their captain was perfectly fine, Teruko was just overexaggerating). But she stopped mid-panic when she saw both Tecchou and Jouno in Tecchou's bed, which she had to rub her eyes to make sure she was seeing this correctly.

And she was indeed seeing it correctly, Jouno Saigiku, who always said he hated Tecchou the most out of all of them, was currently in bed, cuddling with the person he 'hates' so much. This prompted Teruko to burst into laughter before pulling her phone out and snapping a picture—then she booked it out of there before Jouno could skin her for taking such a picture.

"Well then.. that's great. How many months of secrecy gone down the drain? Five? Six?" The blind male, Jouno, said in a huff of annoyance. Now aggressively running his fingers through his partner's messy hair.

Tecchou on the other hand, didn't seem to give a damn—he just let out a soft sigh before nuzzling his face further into his partner's chest, enjoying the light scent of cinnamon he got when breathing in, and the aggressive head pats. "It's alright, it was bound to happen eventually." The taller male mumbled out, it being barely audible to an ordinary person's ear due to how muffled it sounded, but to Jouno it was loud and clear.