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

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The teen took each step with a tad of hurry in his pace, his thoughts jumbled in a way they had never been before.

His teacher's questions as well as his statements replayed in the teen's mind as he continued to walk amongst the outer ways of Paradise High, making way to the front of the school.

"So which one are you, (Y/N)?" His teacher's words echoed once more in the teen's mind, as well as the constant image of Nagisa's azure gaze peering deep into his very own.

(Y/N) stopped in his tracks. His eyebrows twitched gently, an evident pinkish tint of red plastered on the majority of his face, more so his cheeks and upon the helix's of his ears than the rest.

Though, for once, it wasn't because of anger, at least that's all he could manage to analyze from this heated sensation he was feeling all over. He knew very well it had to do with Nagisa's subtle prying at his emotions, so why did such a simple conversation bring such a mysterious feeling of...embarrassment?

The teen brought his hands to top of his head with a clench of his eyes. "I hate this place and everything here." (Y/N) griped sincerely in a growling tone.

Suddenly through realization, (Y/N) remembered he hadn't answered the incoming call he presumed was his mother minutes back. He was relieved that the call came when it did; The last thing (Y/N) wanted was his teacher's response to which the teen had openly said before abruptly leaving on the spot... The whole interaction reminded him of the few therapy sessions he'd—Reluctantly—attended back in Kegarhanzai.

Momentarily regaining his head, the hotheaded teen pulled out his phone and powered it on to the lock screen. Upon where he'd expected to see his mother's title on the screen, it actually turned out to be that of an Unknown labeled caller. The teen's heartbeat spiked in action beneath his chest.

With ease, (Y/N) unlocked his phone through his usual passcode, proceeding to press and scroll through his contacts and ringing for his mother.

With not so much as a tone, the other end went straight to her voicemail.

"What tha' hell?" (Y/N) commented on the matter. The teen looked around, eyes full with vigilance.

(Y/N) began at a light jog, phone clutched in hand. Before moments time, he made it to the front entrance of the school, halting at the closest sidewalk near the main road his mother would take to drop him off every other morning; Her car, nor herself was in sight.

The teen exhaled through gritted teeth. He was feeling bothered, anxious even. Suddenly his phone began to sound again. (Y/N) answered quickly without even looking at the screen in hopes of it to be his mother on the other end. "Kaa—"

"Tonight she will meet the patiently awaited." Interrupted a monotone woman's voice who wasn't (Y/N)'s mother. Without another word, the person ended the call.

The teen stood in a still shock, a stiff arm maintaining grip on the phone against his ear.

In the near distance, the sound of a Japanese siren on an ambulance could be heard. The eerie sound grew louder by the second until finally the hospital owned vehicle sped passed the teen.

It's blinking red lights glistened horrifically in the teen's wide, shaky eyes until the rectangular vehicle disappeared in the other direction, turning a left corner down the road.