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

・2・

"...Last time we met we talked about learning how to thin out stress through attempts of acknowledging the activities that you enjoy doing," A woman with platinum blonde hair informed with an alluring smile behind her desk. "Before our last session ended I told you I wanted you to come back with some names of music you like listening to on your spare time."

"Uuugh..." (Y/N) griped in his seat out of pure annoyance, throwing his head back and slouching into the cushiony rest. "I told you I'm NOT stressed, this is just who I am; I don't need fucking therapy." The teen complained simply, paying his therapist no attention. However, the older woman didn't seem anywhere near phased at the attitude she was receiving: Probably from the back to back weeks of handling (Y/N)'s usual backlash. "Well, will you at least tell me how bonding with Adrian is going so far? It's been about three weeks since we've suggested him to you."

"Please, don't ever use the word bond again..." (Y/N) demanded toward his therapist, cringing at the very thought of this Adrian person who he much preferred to avoid. "The kid's like a puppy dog that you've just kicked out of the house, but just can't get the hint to piss off."

"Well," the woman began with a nervous chuckle, "that was the intention; he has a very bright personality, I'd even compare him to the sun." She shared, standing from her chair and opening the curtains, the bright shining orb in the sky blinding the teen for a moment. "Tch. Yeah, and he shines a little too much. Anyways, irrelevant topics aside—Are we done here? I'm off of 'work' for today and I want to spend the rest of my Friday, well, not here." (Y/N) explained with shrug and an overall smug look on his face. With an inhale, the woman sat back down at her original placing behind her desk, a worrisome and more serious morph into her facial features. "(Y/N), my job is to make things easier for you. The both of us know that this city is way below the ground, and the fact that the two of us can even see one another is a blessing in disguise."

"Why's that gotta be my problem?" (Y/N) spat back with his voice semi-raised.

"You know exactly why." She responded in a sincere mood, making the teen flinch out of confusion, moments before realization suddenly hit. "...No," The teenager spoke out instantly, bolting up from his seat and pointing at the female in a growing rage. "No. You're not fucking bringing him into this."

"(Y/N), I don't mean to bring up the past like this, but it's recommended that I help you dish out those feelings toward your father." Furious now, the teen slammed his fists against the marble plated desk, ridding away of any object that once sat on the surface onto the floor. "SHUT UP!"

Obviously frightened by the sudden shift in moods, the therapist sat in silence, her hands slightly raised in a surrender. "...M-My apologies." She finally spoke in a mumble. The angered teenager stared the female down with grudge in his (E/C) eyes, a weighting and threatening aura pooling the room. "This is my last session; Don't expect to see me ever again." (Y/N) warned strictly, before turning and leaving the room with his hands balled into tight fists.

〠「°♨︎○:◎~⇔~◎:○♨︎°」〠

(Y/N) walked the streets of Kegarhanzai with his head low, hands shoved deep into his pockets. Most days it'd been this whole dump he's called a home his entire life that would throw off his entire day, but today it was different.

It'd been the first time in awhile since he's directed real anger toward a person, and to his therapist at that—But anyone who really knew (Y/N) were strictly made aware of not to mention his father in his presence, another reason why the teen no longer went to school: His daily school life usually consisted of a ruckus with someone if they were caught even glancing at him for more than a second, which usually ended in a fist fight depending on the person.