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

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The next day consisted of nothing but (Y/N) wasting away in his partly vacant new room. Now that he had no real reason to be present in Paradise High, the teen had not much of a clue as to how to go about his time during the day.

While his teacher went on about his usual work day as a class instructor at Paradise High, the teenager would lay sprawled about upon his futon with his gaze raised to the ceiling, mind almost, if not completely, blank.

The teenager let out his tenth sigh of the day before finally lifting himself from the stale comfort of his mattress.

"Maybe I'll go out, or something." (Y/N) spoke to himself, though he wasn't positive he would even follow through with doing as such: He'd probably just go downstairs to make some cup ramen, and then retreat back to his room.

The teenager dug through his suitcase, setting aside folded clothes and other belongings in the way of whatever he'd feel like wearing during his outing. (Y/N) eventually settled for a plain white T-shirt in which he'd wear a black kimono style jacket over, along with some baggy-black harem pants that he hadn't gotten the chance to wear since arriving from 'Hanzai.

(Y/N) couldn't care much for the whole delinquent dressing style as much as he didn't consider himself to be a delinquent: He just enjoyed the feeling of not being confined to clothes that hugged his body, and the clothes he wore, typically seen to be as hoodlum wear in Japan, did well to avoid that.

The teenager then fixed his hair with the use of his fingers to the best of his ability, before leaving his new room. As (Y/N) descended the quiet home's staircase, his mind automatically wandered to that of the incident that abruptly occurred the day before.

The teenager acknowledged that what he did was practically on par with that of a movie stunt, almost even heroic; Yet, he couldn't help but cringe at the conclusion of that whole mishap.

Images of Nagisa's blushing red face, along with the brief submission in his averted gaze that seemed to bear a glisten of excitement within his eyes flashed through the teenager's mind... The feeling of Nagisa's curvaceous hips stuck to his hands...

"...I hate this." (Y/N) stated with monotone in his voice. Though the teenager hadn't eaten since morning, with his current state of mind he found it hard to develop an appetite, even if it meant him starving later on.

The teenager slid on some sandals considering the day's weather was appropriate for it, before heading out the front door; However, (Y/N) hadn't received a spare key from his teacher as of yet, so part of him was counting on Nagisa to be home before the teenager got back to avoid waiting outside until then.

"I guess I'll go looking for a store that sells small furniture; I still need to get a stand for Kaa-San..." the teenager mumbled to himself while closing the front door behind him and exiting the short gated entrance to the property.

At that moment, the teenager had began on his path to where ever he might find said store, until he felt a hand suddenly grasp his shoulder from behind, an unfamiliar voice following: "Oi."

"...Huh?" The teenager responded with a slight delay, all the while turning his head enough to where he was able to see the person with one eye.

To (Y/N)'s surprise, the person was a man who looked to be in his early twenties who was quite a bit taller than himself.

His attire was literally that of a working businessman's. His hair was a red that faded into a slightly darker shade at his bangs, which were combed over to the right of his head to keep away from his vision.

The stranger stared down at the teenager with an almost blank expression, but with sharpness in his scarlet gaze.

"-You live here?" The man spoke again, his tone almost mocking.