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

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It was yet another regular day apart of the school week for (Y/N). The school day itself was already coming to its conclusion, which (Y/N), as well as a few other classmates, were anxiously waiting for in silence after finishing whatever work that needed to be done.

Having nothing else to do, the teenager didn't feel the desire to stop himself from thinking of the conversation between him and the blue haired male just a few days back. The thought of possessing some sort of untapped power made (Y/N) feel an excitement he knew very well was foreign, even if the feeling was minuscule.

(Y/N) also couldn't help but think back to Nagisa's promise upon their department from the restaurant: The teacher made himself quite clear that on the coming Monday, which was today, their first day of training would begin when the school day was over.

Soon enough, the school's chime echoed through the entirety of the building, almost instantaneously resulting in every student in the room getting up from their assigned seats and packing their belongings. The classroom's once silent atmosphere filled with various voices of each student, some conversing with one another, others politely wishing their teacher a good rest of his day.

With an exhale through his nostrils, (Y/N) stood from his desk as well whilst making sure to grab his book bag. The teenager merged with his departing peers as he began to leave the classroom, inevitably passing Nagisa's desk on his way out.

"Have a good day, (Y/N)-kun." The blue haired male politely said to the teenager with his usual calming smile.

"Sure." The young male reluctantly stated with a slight wave of his hand. (Y/N) felt it was strange Nagisa was wishing him a good rest of his day when they both knew they would end up seeing each other in the evening and so forth; Though, the teenager was almost positive Nagisa hadn't told his students about how he had moved in, and he was sure Nagisa would prefer to keep it as such to avoid any weird misunderstandings.

Soon enough, (Y/N) had already exited the school building by taking an exit with less traffic, and proceeded on his path home.

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Not much time passed for (Y/N) to make it to the comfort of Nagisa's home, considering the walk was quite a short distance from Paradise High.

Upon entering the house, (Y/N) made sure to waste no time removing his shoes and going to his room to change out of his uniform. (Y/N) knew that if there was going to be any physical training involved, he would need to put on something he could move in without feeling too restrained. Considering the current weather was rather warm around the time, (Y/N) settled for a (Preferred clothing color) tank top (or) short sleeve shirt that was neither too tight or too loose on him, as well as some (Preferred clothing color) gym shorts (or) sweat pants to finish the outfit.

"That'll work." The teenager commented to himself out of satisfaction. Now all he needed to do was wait for Nagisa to arrive home.

About an hour and a half passed before the blue haired male finally pulled up to his house. After gathering his school related belongings from his vehicle, Nagisa entered his house after unlocking the door.

"I'm home~!" The teacher called out in a voice loud enough that would reach upstairs, or rather for (Y/N) to hear.

The teenager was sat near the top of the staircase with his hands shoved in his pockets. (Y/N) glanced at his teacher with little to no surprise on his face. "Yo. So are we heading out?" (Y/N) responded, quickly getting to the point at hand.