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

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As the days went by, time seemed to move a lot quicker for (Y/N). Nothing interesting nor out of the ordinary made way into the teenager's daily life, and it may have been due to the fact he was indoors more than usual, that being because Nagisa's home was practically his school now, for the time being.

(Y/N)'s schedule consisted of waking up at noon and begrudgingly pulling himself away from his futon, only to grab brunch from the kitchen and lay back down after reading and understanding how to go about the sticky-note littered school work that his teacher would leave for the student upon the dining room table every day. (Y/N) found it more convenient to his "schedule" to do the work later in the day when he was more or less energized.

Whenever Nagisa finally made it home from his long day of instructing, the most the two males would converse about was if the teenager needed any assistance with his daily schoolwork: (Y/N) would always decline, and that would be the end of it.

The teacher wasn't sure if this was his student's way of distancing himself from any type of social interaction; Though, Nagisa could never be sure of this, simply due to the fact that (Y/N)'s grades were never disappointing, despite him not being taught in a real classroom environment... So maybe he really didn't need any type of help. Nonetheless, the teacher almost always felt... No, Nagisa knew something was off with (Y/N), ever since the day he was enlightened about his plan to hunt down Tsukara.

Things continued in that manner between (Y/N) and Nagisa for about two months, until district testing finally came around. For obvious reasons, (Y/N) was not allowed to stay at the comfort of home and unsupervised while taking tests and doing assignments that are supposed to challenge a student's actual knowledge of what they had been taught over the school year: The teenager would have to return to Paradise High, at least until the testing period was concluded.

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By the time Nagisa had made it home, the time was half passed 5PM. Usually, the teacher would feel the need to vocally announce his presence to alert the teenager that he was home, but with the amount of times the blue haired male had been ignored, or returned with just a blank look and a nod, Nagisa felt that he would just be embarrassing himself at this point.

With a soft huff, the teacher removed his dressing shoes and placed them neatly against the wall, making sure they were out of the walk way to avoid a tripping hazard. Nagisa then made his way to the dining room, and like usual, there atop the short table the teacher and his student would usually dine upon possessed a moderate stack of papers that were none other than (Y/N)'s work he was assigned during the day. After the teacher briefly flipped through the paperwork, he wasn't surprised to declare it all finished, just like any other time of the week.

"At least he never disappoints." Nagisa commented to himself whilst collecting the small stack of paperwork neatly in his hands. "I'll grade these along with the rest of the classwork later this week..."

The teacher proceeded to pack away (Y/N)'s assignments into a rather thick unzip-able bag with a strap for the shoulder that was made to hold as well as protect and sort paperwork. Nagisa then set the bag onto the table and turned to head for his bedroom in order to change into clothing that would be suited for staying at home. As Nagisa began to approach the staircase, the blue haired male would dart his gaze upwards.

Nagisa spotted none other than the teenager making his way down the stairwell, and he felt this was a better time then any to communicate with his student.

"Good evening (Y/N)." Nagisa began towards to the teenager with his usual calm stature.

(Y/N) halted his pacing at the top of the stairs before offering the teacher his attention. "Hey teach." The teenager finally responded in a flat tone.