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

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The same week (Y/N) had returned back to school, the teenager spent that weekend packing clothes, necessities, and other belongings he felt he should bring with him in order to comfortably adjust into Nagisa's home.

"I have a room available for you that'll give you the right amount of space to make you feel right at home; It's practically empty, so bring as much as you need with you." Was what his teacher stated to him that Friday during class dismissal. "I'll arrive at your home on Sunday around the afternoon to pick you up. Are you sure you don't need any help packing things? I can come earlier to help out, if you'd like."

The teenager shook his head in response to his teacher's proposal. "No, no I got it. I don't plan t'bring too much anyways, just the important stuff."  He explained, earning a nod from the blue haired male.

"Then I'll have the trunk ready for you. Have a good rest of your day, (Y/N)." Nagisa said with a smile toward his student.

The teen let out a huff while taping a cardboard box shut that withheld things like souvenirs from Kegarhanzai, a blanket, drying towels and washing towels, and a few jackets/hoodies to add cushion to the more valuable things in the box, but more so because he couldn't fit them into his suitcase due to his clothes taking up majority of the space within it. (Y/N) even went as far as to packing his dumbbells into his suitcase, because in his mind there was no way he could leave them behind.

"Alright... One box, a heavy suitcase, and my old futon." (Y/N) confirmed to himself while pointing at each of said things he had just listed. "—Last but not least."

The teenager's attention directed itself to his mother's urn on the opposite side of the room, before making his way toward the standing metal object. Next to it stood a black rectangular shaped plastic container that was about the same size as the urn, though a bit bigger in width. (Y/N) then flipped the small sure-lock mechanism upward with his thumb, successfully opening the container.

The inside had a padded interior shaped in a way that would allow the urn to fit snugly inside to avoid any harsh moving and tossing that could likely open the urn, that being if you were in a fast traveling vehicle or aircraft.

With care, the teenager took his mother's urn into his hands and set the metal object inside of the container, momentarily catching a glimpse of his mother's name neatly etched into the metal, as well as the date she was born and when she passed below it.

"Don't worry, kaa-san." (Y/N) began in a quiet voice, as if his mother were right there in front of him. "I won't keep you in here long, just for the car ride."

The teenager then closed the container gently, making it priority to secure the small lock to keep it sealed completely. He then went to start taking his packed belongings downstairs to set them next to the front door in order to bring less effort in taking the heavy things to the car when Nagisa would arrive, his last trip upstairs being to go grab the packaged urn in his room.

While the teenager descended the staircase one last time, he felt a vibration coming from none other than his phone inside his pocket, in which he would reach into his pocket in response to take a look: It was a pop-up notification from a scheduled alarm labeled: 2:10, everything should be packed and ready for the teach'.

(Y/N) quickly made a mental note assuming that around this time his teacher was either close by or already outside his home before powering off his phone once again and slipping the device back into his pocket. The teenager then went to set the packaged urn down on a short table nearby in the living room before heading for his suitcase first. (Y/N) then grasped the trolley handle of the suitcase with one hand, unlocking and opening the front door with the other whilst proceeding to step outside.