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

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The day was unlike any other day in Tokyo. It wasn't on it's usual overwhelming shit-faced blur of crowded civilians around every corner, or various vehicles honking their loud horns as if it were going to magically speed up traffic: Things were calmer this morning around, and the teen took a liking to the mood.

Apart of (Y/N) had wished he'd just allow his mother to give him a lift to his school, but he wanted to avoid any questions related to "Why are you going to school on a Saturday morning?" because suspicion was the last thing he needed on his mother's mind.

The teen proceeded to take short strides along the sidewalk with his hands ridded away in his pockets, the teacher's offer playing on repeat in his mind.

"If you'd like another lesson, you're willing to challenge me on those days at anytime..."

(Y/N) was on edge. If there was anything that he'd learned last time from their last spar, it was that his teacher withheld a clear but also mind boggling advantage in combat. The teenager knew that even with his own decent skills of combat he'd picked up over time to at least defend himself with, it wouldn't be enough to so much as corner the blue haired male.

All (Y/N) had going for himself in contrast to Nagisa was his decently cut physique and his strongly fueled disliking toward the teacher. So why did he come out today? Why did (Y/N) feel the need to instantly jump at Nagisa's offer?

It was something he couldn't explain even for himself, and thinking about it only made him feel chaotic, a state of mind the teen wasn't fond of at all.

(Y/N) clamped his eyes shut and shook his head in attempt to rid himself from the depths of his mind and back to the real world. With a somewhat clear conscious, the teen continued down the path toward Paradise High.

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"Don't ya' think you should be living a little more on your days off?"

Nagisa sighed into the phone, lightly shaking his head whilst grading a student's work in vibrant red pen. "Just because it's the weekend doesn't mean I don't have a job to keep." He backed with a small laugh. "Also, I've gotten a little used to grading on my own time."

"Aaaah—Boooring~" The voice on the other end mocked. "You haven't changed very much, Nagisa."

This earned an eye roll from the blue haired male. "Well sheesh, I could say the same about you, Karma." Nagisa responded, setting the graded paper in with the other bunch and grabbing from the thinning ungraded pile.

Karma gasped. "Me? You do remember who's taller, right~?" The male teased through the phone.

Nagisa grimaced at the somewhat low blow that Karma loved to dish out more than usual. Before the blue haired male could throw in a comeback, the old worn door to the room swung open in an instant, wide azure eyes meeting with stern (E/C) ones.

A silence quickly invaded the room.

"—Something just came up, I'll call you back." The blue haired teacher whispered into the phone, a protesting Karma cutting out as Nagisa hung up on him and set his phone down.

The teenager scanned the interior of the old classroom with squinting eyes, shutting the door behind him. "I don't see how you can grade in sucha' gloomy space." (Y/N) commented with a look of disgust, obviously not a fan of the older modeled classroom which Nagisa seemed to cherish for his own reasons.