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

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The teen opened his eyes.

That had been the third time that night he'd awake to the dark clad ceiling above him from the bed he laid on: The nights were becoming even more sleepless then the previous.

The teenager sat up, turning to let his feet rest amongst the wooden floor as he entered a sitting position upon the edge of his bed.

It was two hours past midnight. The room was dark, it's only light source—at the moment—being that of the bright full moon that seemed to purposefully align itself with (Y/N)'s bedroom window in order to provide a calm and still illumination to the space.

The teen allowed his plain stare to slowly wander the room until stopping at an object that sat on the other side of the room. A golden urn, it was, which'd carry the ashes of (Y/N)'s mother.

The still object sat upon a small round wooden stool pushed against the wall, a black cloth folded neatly underneath the base of the urn.

The teen laid his gaze upon the urn without so much as a twitch of his eyes. He reminisced his mother's smiling face, her serious face, her laughing face, her crying face. And then the blood stained pavement.

The teen finally blinked, averting his eyes away from the object. (Y/N) shifted his weight back onto his bed to lie down once again; Though, the teen was positive proper rest wasn't coming his way this night around.

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"Have a good rest of your day everyone, and please stay out of trouble." Nagisa informed to his many students from his desk as they proceeded to exit the room after the dismissal chime.

As the classroom emptied, the teacher took this time to mentally wind down before getting ready to depart as well. He organized some paperwork, as well as sliding the important ones he'd refer to later once he'd return home into a folder, which went into a bag.

"That should be all of it..." The blue haired male affirmed to himself. He then grabbed his car keys from the compartment in his desk, which also carried the key to his house and mailbox as well.

After doing his last checks around the room, with content he started to leave; though, he couldn't help but notice a certain desk on the far end side of the classroom. The teacher gazed at said desk from the door, (Y/N)'s desk, with a doleful-some look in his placid azure hues.

It had been two and a half weeks since the teen had been seen in his desk, or rather at school to be more precise. Nagisa could certainly guess why of the teen's absence, and it only made the blue haired male feel for the teen more, even when he wasn't trying to.

With a short exhale, Nagisa proceeded upon leaving the classroom, closing the door behind him and finally leaving the room to its vacancy.

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The teenager walked the day lit streets of Tokyo casually, a plastic grocery bag in either hand that would swing lightly along with his movements.

Even though (Y/N) wasn't currently working a job, he had about $20k in his checking account through all the time he had worked for Adachi's organization.

Though the money was his own, (Y/N) could never feel content with spending it on himself, even if it was for daily human needs. The only reason the teen felt he needed to go to such lengths to enter Tsukara was solely to provide a helping hand for his mother, bills and all; But choices were limited, considering the circumstances he was now in: (Y/N) was now fending for himself.