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

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Hours seemed to had gone by, and the sun had already began it's descent passed the horizon.

Nature's breeze had eventually come to a still as the night sky slowly crept over the earth. There was no longer anymore sounds of shoes shuffling in the dirt, or the heavy grunts of an existing scuffle.

The teenager's breathing was heavy and paced, his face drenched in his own sweat, scrapes and forming bruises littering the exposed and/or covered areas of skin on his body.

Nagisa wasn't exactly in the best of shape himself, his breathing just as ragged as his student's, his exposed legs and uppers thighs scraped up from all the times he had tumbled and gotten back up. The teacher was sure he had bruises underneath his clothes, due to the amount of times he was caught by a well placed attack from (Y/N).

(Y/N) had the blue haired male restrained underneath himself, binding his wrists over Nagisa's head and against the ground with a single hand, his other hand slightly raised as a fist indicating he was ready to strike only if he needed to.

After two grueling hours of constant sparring, Nagisa was finally vulnerable and defenseless to (Y/N), even if the determined look in his sharp azure gaze said otherwise.

"Y... You're finished..." The teenager stated in between deep breaths, "I win..." (Y/N) declared once more, not daring to loosen his hold upon Nagisa's thin wrists.

"Do... I look... Do I look finished.. to you..?" The blue haired male countered in a breathy voice, whilst attempting to pull his arms free of (Y/N)'s wavering grasp.

The teenager grunted through clenched teeth as he proceeded to hold down the shorter male, incorporating his body weight as well to make it all the more difficult for Nagisa to escape.

"Don't... Try.. Me..!" The teenager growled, leaning downward toward the blue haired's male's face to look him closer in the eyes.

"I'm physically stronger... y..you're done..." (Y/N) made crystal clear, his face hovered just directly over Nagisa's.

The two males stayed like this for a moment's time whilst trying to catch their breaths. Both of the fighters overheated and exhausted beyond belief. They both knew they were just about as physically drained as the other: it was now a competitive waiting game to see who would stop struggling first.

After a minute more or so, Nagisa's futile movements to get free gradually came to an end. His sharp gaze slowly softened as he let his eyelids slowly shut, his breaths short and soft as he would put all of his focus into his breathing, his cheeks flushed into a reddish color.

Upon realizing that Nagisa had finally given in, the teenager slowly let his clenched hand loosen from that of a fist and fall to the ground just beside Nagisa's waist.

(Y/N) had no doubt in his mind that this day of training had finally come to its conclusion.

The teenager sluggishly pulled his grip away from Nagisa's wrists and let himself fall next the resting blue haired male, his back to the earth and his face pointing to the fading sky.

"I finally got him to lay his ass down... but god, for such a small guy he's one damn of a fighter." the teenager thought to himself, too exhausted to actually speak.

The teenager took a few minutes to actually breathe and lower his heartbeat back to its resting state, similar to what his instructor was currently doing. Sooner or later, the teenager ended up resting his eyes all the same as Nagisa.

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Some time passed until (Y/N) came to himself once again, his eyes sluggishly opening to the night sky above himself, his vision slightly blurred.