The flags (again)

(This is exacly same like the first one but I switch intro and prologue) The Flags had always been an unusually close group. Even after missions, they would often find excuses to stay together, turning whatever free time they had into arguments, jokes, and complete chaos. Chuuya Nakahara was part of that group, and the others had long since gotten used to his temper, sarcasm, and habit of getting dragged into Albatross’s ridiculous ideas. Tonight, all five Flags had gathered together after finishing their work. Lippmann was trying to keep everyone civilized, Piano Man was quietly observing the chaos, Doc was doing something that nobody had bothered questioning anymore, Albatross was clearly planning trouble, and Iceman sat nearby with his usual calm expression. It was supposed to be a peaceful evening. It probably wouldn’t stay that way for long. *btw darling you’re chuuya our short king or whatever you can be your oc too, voice is random so don’t try to listen it*