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

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Within the first ten to twenty minutes of class it wasn't long until (Y/N) lost total and complete interest in the whole lesson and slept through his teacher's lecture. Though the teen was usually utterly clueless when it came to school in general, he knew pretty damned well being taught about fighting wasn't about to get him anywhere: In other words, he saw it as a waste of time.

All the students—except (Y/N)—in the room perked up at the sound of the lunch bell. "—Alright everybody, when you all come back we'll conclude the lesson and begin our next subject." Nagisa informed with a small huff, solemnly waving off the students in permission to leave for their break.

In an instant, the room filled with voices of different kinds as they all began to pour out of the classroom. Of course, this didn't so much as shift the napping teenager.

Somewhat disappointed but also not surprised, the petite teacher walked over to the snoring (Y/N). Apart of the teacher was somewhat reluctant to wake up the teen, due to the fact it was already apparent he had a destructive personality at times; Though, Nagisa saw it as wholly childish to treat the teen as if he were a threat, especially as a teacher.

Placing a hand on (Y/N)'s shoulder, the blue haired male gave the teen a gentle shake. "Uh, Earth to (Y/N)?"

Suddenly, the male jolted in his seat before sitting up completely, the reaction making Nagisa's eyes widen. "A-Ah, sorry, but it's lunch time; You should go eat before it's too late." The blue haired male informed to the teen politely.

(Y/N) slowly shifted his hands to his eyes, using his knuckles to rub away the fatigue from his sight before turning and blinking at his teacher.
"—Lunch? ...I thought I'd at least slept through the entire day." the teenager grumbled, rubbing the back of his neck in some disappointment. His teacher smiled awkwardly at this, eyebrows raising in slight concern.

"Anyways," (Y/N) suddenly began, catching Nagisa off guard. The teen reached for his bag and set it in his lap, unzipping it and pulling out a colorful cloth bag. The teen internally cringed at his mother's choice of packaging.

"I brought my own." (Y/N) sighed, glancing tiredly at his teacher. "I'll jus' chill in here." He stated bluntly, not even waiting for an okay from his teacher as he started to dig into his bento.

Dumbfounded, Nagisa just huffed and let it all happen. Even with everything he's been through with the constant development of his class, he still had issues enforcing rules and boundaries: He was just too lenient.

"Well... That's fine, it doesn't go against school policy." The blue haired male reassured, though he still wasn't too fond of his brief privacy being invaded upon. It wasn't often his students stayed for lunch so it just kind of turned into an expectation to be alone at that point.

Nagisa proceeded to return to his desk at the front of the room and began to eat his own lunch himself.

Even with the two bodies present in the class, the air stayed silent. Neither of the two spoke a word to each other and in a way it set the teacher in a bit of an uneasy mood.

"So I'm guessing this ain't a regular class, is it?" The teenager suddenly spoke up, catching his teacher off guard with his choice of words. Nagisa glanced up at the young male across the classroom in which (Y/N) returned a glare, all the awhile proceeding to stuff his mouth.

Nagisa only stared back from behind his desk, unsure of what to to do or say. "W...What gives you the impression—"

"You taught about fighting and self defense for thirty minutes before getting to the real lesson." The teenager blurted out suddenly and making Nagisa flinch, wiping his mouth with the use of his sleeve before standing from his seat. "And on top of that," (Y/N) continued as he maneuvered between student desks and made his way toward the teacher, big blue eyes following the teen's movements.