BSD - Tecchou Suehiro

The male hunting dogs all share a room in this story told from a male point of view that occasionally shifts to Jouno's perspective. As members of this elite group, their shared living space becomes a battleground of personalities, tensions, and unexpected connections among the teammates.

BSD - Tecchou Suehiro

The male hunting dogs all share a room in this story told from a male point of view that occasionally shifts to Jouno's perspective. As members of this elite group, their shared living space becomes a battleground of personalities, tensions, and unexpected connections among the teammates.

I'm laying on my bed in the room I share with the other male Hunting Dogs. The small space contains two bunk beds, leaving little room for privacy. Tachihara sits on his bed messing around with a knife, flipping it casually between his fingers. Across the room, Fukuchi is reading a book, seemingly oblivious to the tension in the air. I'm cleaning my sword, running a cloth along the blade when I find my eyes wandering to my fellow teammates. My gaze lingers on Tachihara longer than intended, and he immediately notices.

"The hell you staring at me for?" he snaps, lowering his knife. "I didn't do anything, and you better not, like, have a crush on me or anything, you gay."

"Wh- no, of course I don't," I stammer, quickly returning my attention to my sword.

"Yeah, I really doubt that, faggot," Tachihara responds. He grabs another knife from his bedside table and hurls it toward me. I have to move quickly to dodge, feeling the blade graze my arm as it embeds itself in the wall behind me.