My Teacher's An Assassin? (** Hiatus**)

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"I... I heard something's not alright with (Y/N)-Chan..." A young girl among the bunch whispered to another upon the swing set. "You didn't hear what happened?" A boy whispered back as he peer at the backside of a youth sitting stilly, alone in a sand box.

The girl, wide eyed shook her head. "Something terrible?!" She practically blurted. The young boy childishly shushed the girl with a finger to his lips. "...I heard the teachers saying something terrible happened to his daddy..." the boy answered. The boy cautiously glanced back at the child who sat nearby amongst the sand box once more. "That's probably why he's acting so weird... His friends don't even come near him anymore..."

The girl frowned with worry for the troubled boy. "I'd be sad too if something bad happened to my daddy, o-or my mommy..." she mumbled.

The troubled boy couldn't help but hear the interaction between his two peers. His heart clenched. It made him want to cry, but at this point the child was too wrung out, too dry and mentally strained to weep any longer.

The boy sniffled and buried his feet into the sand along with a hug to his knees, the embrace desperate and sincere. "I... Hate myself..."

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The teen furrowed his eyebrows with a flinch whilst his mother hurriedly placed a kiss on his forehead. "I'm sorry hun, but taking you to school is outta' the question. I'll be late by the time I make it to work" The tanned woman explained as she handed her son the handmade bento she forged on her own.

"Yeah, yeah I get it..." (Y/N) griped, taking his lunch and shoving it into his bag. The teen threw a strap over his shoulder with ease before stepping foot outside of his home. With minor concern his mother followed after the teen, all the while closing the door behind herself and frantically locking the door. "Hey now, I can just drive you sometime around the end of the week! If I knew you wanted to spend time with me so badly I—"

"That's not tha' issue." (Y/N) peppered in an impassive tone of voice. The teen turned and threw his mother a restrained expression, his eyes squinted and dull, and sunken in some from probable lack of rest. The older woman developed a more serious demeanor toward her son. "...Kid, did something happen? You seem—...look off."

It didn't surprise (Y/N) that his mother noticed this. He didn't even know himself as to what put him in such a state of mind, more as to why even.

The teen inhaled through his nostrils and slowly exhaled through his mouth. He shook his head and turned, beginning to walk upon his route to Paradise High. "You should leave for work." (Y/N) reminded with a brief wave of his hand.

The tanned woman watched her son tread into the distance and turn a corner, the morning's gentle breeze grazing against her skin and stirring her maintained locks in nature's gale hands. She stood with a look of unease. "I wonder if it was all such a good idea to move after all... Oh, (Y/N)." The woman sighed.

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It wasn't long at all before (Y/N) walked the hallways of Paradise High. Once again the teen was practically the limelight, stares and typical gossip in just about every direction he could look.

They never cease to get my blood boiling...

The teen adjusted his shoulders and rubbed the back of his neck—a little habit of his—before turning into the assigned hallway on path to his classroom. It wasn't until it happened was when (Y/N) realized he'd shouldered into another student... They were so light the only thing that came to the teen's attention was the scattered textbooks and the collapsed student upon the tiled surface, a male student.