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Nagisa's parents separated when he was 4, Hiromi fell in love with a new man when he was 8. Nagisa hates being called Nagi. That is the name he calls him, it's disgusting. Each time they separated after a fight Nagisa was blamed, his mom would take it out on him for weeks, he learned how to hide the bruises, how to act so no one asked questions, how to avoid his mother's wrath.

What he can't avoid is Hiroki Ochoa, his mother's boyfriend is a different kind of hell. His loving, lingering touches. his eyes that follow him around the room. the lingering taste he leaves behind. The disgusting feeling coating his skin that the duration nor temperature of showering cannot remove. The threats leave him shaking just as much, being locked in a room with a psychopath will do that, especially when they carry a knife.

How Hiromi never found out, well that was anyone's guess, either Hiroki was a better liar than he thought or she was willfully ignorant.

In Nagisa's 2nd year he was hospitalized for an extended period of time, which led him to failing school, thus being transferred to E class. Hiroki sliced his neck open then blamed it on a failed suicide attempt, his own mother called him a disgrace, she would tisk every time she saw him, blaming him that her Ochoa left her again because of him.

He bought himself a choker necklace, knowing makeup might hide the discoloration but it won't hide raised edges of the scar, he wondered if his mother would approve as it did make him seem more feminine, as it turns out, she hated it, choker necklaces were worn by hookers and sluts according to her, but despite this he was still allowed to wear it since 'pretty girls shouldn't have scars'.

On his first day of E class he couldn't find any of his uniforms, his mother had hid them and instead gave him a girls uniform, he sighed. Exiting the apartment he knew he couldn't go to school like this.

Karma awoke to someone knocking at his door, he was on school suspension, meaning he was able to sleep in for a change, but of course someone had to disturb his solitude.

"What do you want, Nagisa kun?" He glanced down, "what are you wearing?"

"Hey Karma, I was wondering if I could borrow your uniform, with you suspended and all."

Karma held the door open inviting him inside. "What happened to yours?"

"My mother either hid them somewhere or threw them out." He shrugged this was a common occurrence.

Karma rustled through boxes on the top of his cupboard making an aha sound when he found the correct box, "he you go, Nagisa kun, these are my uniform from first year, they should fit you better." He said with a sly grin.

He knew that karma was teasing him about his small frame but let it slide because he was genuinely grateful to him. "Thank you, Karma, may I use your bathroom?"

"Sure, go ahead."

Smiling he rushed off to get changed, looking in the mirror he noticed that this uniform was still slightly big on him, karma had always been taller so with a sigh he rolled his sleeves hoping it wouldn't be too noticeable. When karma laughed he realized that it was in fact noticeable, but who cares it was still better than the girls uniform. He rushed to school after promising to return the uniform as soon as he could. Karma waved him off.

Nagisa burst through the door of E class, bowing low, after sprinting up the mountain his breaths came in short gasps. "Sorry I'm late, Yukimura sensei."

"It's alright, Shiota kun. Please have a seat."

"Thank you sensei, and please, call me Nagisa."

He kept his head down the rest of the class, not wanting to draw anymore attention to himself for the rest of the day. Honestly, he didn't understand his mother, he wondered why she was still trying to delude herself. She kept trying to shape him into something he wasn't, and he couldn't say no or she would lose it, often taking it out on him. He sighed. He knew he would never be good enough, and there was nothing he could do to change it. He just hoped that Hiroki would stay away. He could handle his mum, even at her worst, but he couldn't handle Hiroki at his best.

Then the moon blew up.

It had been weeks and Miss Yukimura had still yet to show up for class, when suddenly the ministry of defense arrived with a creature who wished to teach their class.

“So, I'm the one who blew up the moon.”

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Karma is slightly overprotective, he knows about Nagisa home life, or is at least vaguely aware that something is wrong in that household. When his suspension finally ends he is able to see the class for all that it is worth.

The octopus reacts just as intended, panicking when one of its tentacles explodes into goo, he walks away swinging his knife, happy with the success. He pockets the weapon as he gets closer to his longtime friend.

"Nagisa kun, skip class with me?"

"You just got here Karma." The bluenette smiled at him happily.

"Oh, right, I suppose I will plan to skip tomorrow then."

"Right.."

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They are sitting in class when Tarasika calls out across the room. "Hey Nagi, you got any more notes on the Squid?" It wasn't the oafs fault, he was just an idiot

Karma casually slips out of his chair and heads for Nagisa’ desk noticing that he has shrunken in on himself. It appeared to be the beginning stage of a panic attack. Now usually it wasn't best to suddenly touch someone in this state, but Karma knew how to work around it.

Reaching forward and “boop” Karma bopped the boy's nose.

The brunette of course startled badly but that was okay since all Karma needed to do was talk until he calmed down, and Karma was good at talking.

"Hey Nagisa kun, you are zoning out quite a bit, it's dangerous to get lost in a mind like yours, you shouldn't think too much Nagisa kun, it isn't good for your health."

"Not thinking is just as bad for your health, Karma."

"Yea, but I still get better grades without thinking so hard."

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Then the bitch showed up.

Kissing him on the lips, invading his space without consent. Nagisa struggled but she held firm. Suddenly he felt a harsh tug and saw that the assassin was on the ground, Karma having pulled her off and was about to beat the crap out of her.

He turned to look at Nagisa and decided it was more important to get him away. Hardly anyone in the class noticed his vacant stare, few noticed the tears gathering in his eyes. Few noticed how rigidly he held himself.

Karma noticed, the bitch did too after she stopped screaming.

Come on Nagisa kun, let's skip class.

The brunette didn't resist. It broke Karma when he felt Nagisa flinch from when he went to reach out to him. Karma smiled gently, keeping his hand in his pocket he led Nagisa down the mountain to a hidden cove.

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“I'm sorry you know, I should have kissed you, I won't do it again.” Irina spoke to him quietly.

“Did Karma threaten you?”

“As if that punk could do anything. No, I saw your face, you looked so scared. I didn't mean to make you feel scared.”

“Okay.”

“You can come to me if you need anything okay?”

“Okay.”

~~~

Nagisa enjoyed PE, it was a place to learn skills that he would not have an opportunity to learn anywhere else.

He felt safer in this class, he felt safer the more he learned. Maybe he could protect himself better, maybe he could finally stand up for himself.

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Hiroki came back but this time he had prior warning, his mother was too excited to wait for him to get home and texted him the ‘wonderful’ news. Nagisa asked Karma if he could stay at his place before they went on the school trip, Nagisa having already packed a few changes of clothes he stashed at Karma's house.

Nagisa knew that his mom would be mad at him not coming home, but that was a risk he would have to take, they were leaving for Tokyo tomorrow morning so they would have the weekend away.

He rewrote the same text several times before settling on one that would hopefully ease her reaction. ‘Hey mom, I think it is great that Hiroki is back and that you two should be able to have time to catch up, with the school trip happening this weekend I thought it would be nice if you two had the house to yourself for the long weekend. I have arranged to stay over at a friend's place tonight so don't worry about me and enjoy your time together, see you Monday.’

He hoped Hiroki would be gone by Monday, perhaps he would get called into work or just be sick of his mother by the time the weekend was up. At least his mother seemed happy in the return text he received.

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Takaoka arrived to take over their PE lessons, the place where Nagisa felt safe, comfortable, and confident. This man itches him the wrong way, makes his skin crawl, makes him want to run and hide.

"Nagisa, don't you want any sweets?" Kayano asked cheerfully.

"No thanks."

"Are you trying to watch your girlish figure?" The class laughed at his crass comment.

"Sir, I'm a boy."

"My bad. Still, why don't you have something, it is no trouble."

Nagisa really didn't like this man, how could anyone fall for this act. The man was slimy and gross. "No thank you sir, while you might be called the class dad, you remind me of my Mother, so I would rather not accept anything from you unless I know the price."

"Just like your Ma? Then you already know to do exactly what I say."

~~~

The next day when they started their lesson Nagisa was not at all surprised, like a switch flipped, the man became a general commanding his soldiers.

The man hit Kanzaki, everything began to blur, an outer body experience where he watched everything happen inside a glass box. Then Karasuma tapped him on his shoulder, he looked up with glazed eyes. Focusing back when he was handed a knife.

His ears that had been swimming through a void pooped letting him hear.

His teacher gave him a choice, something he had little of, “you don't have to accept this knife.” The man had told him. Honestly Nagisa was surprised that Karasuma even considered him.

He just needed to kill him.

Nagisa calmed his heart, smiling like his mother asked when he was forced into dresses, his posture was relaxed, ready to contort around those in front of him, using any means to escape. Takaoka underestimated him, something that could work to his benefit now he had a knife in hand.

He smiled, he won.

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Nagisa had felt alive after his fight with Taokaka, he felt safe. Untouchable.

Now Irina and Lovro had been teaching him new techniques to defeat the octopus and any other opponents that might target the class.

They called him a natural, that he was really talented. Nagisa felt warm, it was rare that someone would compliment him.

“Now it is important when using this particular technique to remember one key thing.” Irina began. “When performing the kiss of death you must take control. Control your emotions, your thoughts, your fears, you must not let any of it show otherwise your target could dominate you. When the kiss is completed and your target is unconscious you could either take your chance to escape or you could kill them by any means.”

Irina went through safety, self defense, and most importantly how to leave no evidence. Most assassin's favored wearing gloves or took an extreme route and removed their fingerprints regularly. “When working it is always best to have your hair tied up and out of the way especially when it is long like yours.”

Nagisa scowled at the thought of his long hair. He reached up to touch it before stopping, his mother had done it up this morning which meant it had to remain perfect by the time he got home. It was another controlled aspect of his life that his mother used to bind him, he could not wait to cut it.

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Nagisa wakes up and can hear his mother down the hall, she isn't normally up this early. Another voice joins her, a man's voice that makes his blood run cold. Nagisa jumped out of bed rushing to get ready for school, the less time spent here the better, he needed to leave quickly before they noticed he was still home.

Uniform on, bag packed Nagisa quietly sneaks down the hall towards the front door, the Bluenette reaches for the handle when a voice behind him stops him in his tracks.

“Hello Nagi,”

Nagisa turns to the voice, hiding his anxiety by his well crafted mask. “Don't you want to say hello, I missed you, my sweet Nagisa.”

“Good morning Hiroki, I didn't know you were home. It's nice to see you.” Nagisa smiled agreeably, hoping he would be pleased by his words.

Apparently he was since he changed topics.“I was thinking, since it's been ages since we've caught up, why don't we go on a daddy/daughter date.”

Hiromi linked her arm in his smiling happily “Oh that sounds like a wonderful idea, don't you think so my dear.”

“Of course,” Nagisa smiles politely as he feels bile rising up his throat.

“Excellent, this Saturday it's a date.” He went to hug him, and Nagisa tried desperately not to recoil. He felt sick, wanting to gag. He pulled away plastering on the fakest smile he could as he pulled away, “well I got to get to school.”

“Bye Nagi.”

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Nagisa stumbles to school tripping along the pavement, he doesn't take the train not being able to handle being so close to so many people, he walks dazed to his school then up the mountain path where his class had begun.

Nagisa Shoita stumbled into class late, practically tripping as the door opened, Korosensei reacted quickly and caught him as he fell.

Nagisa clumsily pushed his teacher away. "Off, off"

Korosensei let go watching as the boy stumbled towards the back of the class.

Karma stood up drawing the attention of the whole class as the small boy walked over to him. His eyes vacant speaking two simple words.

"He's back."

Karma reacts instantly, grabbing the nearest object and throwing it at the window, causing it to smash. Nagisa doesn't even flinch, he just stared ahead while the rest of the class was in uproar. 'Stop breaking the windows.' being the subtext.

"Do you want to skip class today?" Nagisa nodded, nothing would be accomplished today. "Well come on then, I know a spot."

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“We could kill him.” Karma breaks the ice after the Bluenette has calmed down.

“What?” Nagisa sputtered.

“You heard me, I think if we put our heads together we can work something out.”

“I don't know Karma, maybe it isn't worth the risk, if we get caught we could go to jail.”

“Yes but this is what we are training for, we could kill him…”

“Kill who?” Nakamura interrupted, jumping down from the tree to sit with her two classmates. It was lunchtime and neither of them noticed.

“Korosensei, who else?” Karma responded with a slight glare.

“Heh, well let the rest of us know if you have any ideas.”

They joined class again since Nagisa was feeling better, he deflected any questions other students asked, when the teachers pulled him aside he excused himself with ease.

Nagisa goes home, it is unavoidable, they sit down to have a family dinner. He excuses himself to go study, and Hiroki follows him to his room. He starts talking about all the things he is going to do on their 'date,' “don't be so nervous Nagi, it will be fun.”

Everyday Nagisa showed up to school looking paler and paler to the point of feeling ill, it was Friday and Karma was getting worried, Nagisa had informed him already about their date, it made him sick but he couldn't do anything. He offered the boy a place to crash if worse comes to worse. Nagisa smiled gratefully.

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The dreaded day finally came. The two arrived at a fancy restaurant, Nagisa was all dressed up in a bouffant gown his mother bought and his hair was immaculately done up.

Nagisa was led into the bathroom stall, he couldn't believe he was about to do this, he was going to kill him. He kept his face resigned, allowing himself to be led, unaware of the set of eyes following him. Hiroki pushed him into the wall already trying to take off his belt as he leaned down to kiss him. His fatal mistake. Hiroki thought he had all the control, but he was wrong. Nagisa allowed his bloodlust to overwhelm him, and in a matter of seconds he was successful. Nagisa pushed Hiroki onto the closed toilet seat before pulling out his knife, he placed an out of order sign on the door.

Nagisa washed his hands and left the bathroom. He was almost at the door when someone called out to him.

“Nagisa, how are you?”
Nagisa looked up at Professor Bitch, she had a smile on her face but it didn't reach her eyes. Her arm was hooked around another man, probably her date.

“Hello miss, are you on a date?” He asked in a polite tone.

“Yes, I am, are you?”

Quick, this is his way out, Nagisa allowed his eyes to become glossy. Tears welling up in his eyes, and letting a few slip down his cheek "No miss, I got stood up"

She took the bait, “oh Nagisa, would you like me to take you home?”

“I'd like that.” the boy smiled, they both easily fooled the man wrapped around Irina’s finger. Professor Bitch said goodbye to her date, he was understanding and polite. She asked if he could go out again another time and he accepted. Miss Bitch led Nagisa out to her car. Smiling still asking about school and mundane things, before pulling out of the parking lot.

Professor Bitch's smile dropped as she looked at the boy beside her as they sat at a red light. His face was schooled and his posture neutral. "So tell me, what happened back there."

“What do you think happened?”

“Nagisa, a man led you into a bathroom and you came out by yourself, you are dressed like a girl but at school you detest the thought. I want you to answer me honestly, is he alive?”

“No, no, he is not”.

“Alright, we are almost there, I'll lend you some clothes, I'd like to take the weapon that you used away for proper disposal, and we will talk about this later.”

Nagisa nodded. They pulled up to an apartment complex, Nagisa calmly followed her inside, he sat down on one of the leather couches in the living room as his teacher flipped through her wardrobe for suitable clothing for him to wear. "Alright, the shower is behind that door. When you are ready we can discuss what to do." Nagisa nodded, trading the clothes for the knife in her pocket before heading off to have a hot shower and hopefully get rid of the disgusting feeling crawling on his skin.

While Nagisa showered, Irina pulled out her phone, messaging Karasuma.
‘Hey handsome. I would really love for you to drop by, we could sit down and talk about how much I need you. PS, I ordered some seafood, but I'm allergic to octopus.

Karasuma got the message, with a raised eyebrow he considered what this was about. Whatever it was, it had to be kept private from Korosensei. He knew this was not a casual rondevu because she preferred to do those verbally. Without wasting any time he started heading over.

Nagisa hopped out of the shower, no matter how much he scrubbed he couldn't get the lingering touches off his skin. He resigned himself to the fact and quickly got dressed. He stepped out into the main room, Irina was sitting calmly waiting. “Have a seat Nagisa, just to be sure, no one is expecting you home anytime soon? This might be a long chat and I would hate to make anyone worried?”

“No, my mom believes I was dropped off at Karma's house, he is willing to confirm my presents there. He is probably worried, can I text him to let him know I'm okay.”

“Won't his parents realize you're not there when he says you are?”

“His parents are out of the country, they don't care if I'm there or not.”

“Call him. We need to wait for Karasuma Anyway.”

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The doorbell chimed and Irina carmly left her seat to answer. “Karasuma, so glad you could make it.”

“Irina what is this about?”

“Now, now, come sit.” Irna led him by the arm further into the room until he finally spotted the other person in the room. He was surprised that there was a student here.

“Nagisa, is something wrong? ”

“Not anymore sir.”

“Now that we are ready, Nagisa, would you like me to start, or would you prefer to tell us what is happening?”

“How much do you want to know?”

“All of it, so let's do it like this, I'll ask questions and you answer the best you can…”

“Sure.” He spoke quietly, they both knew how difficult this was going to be.

“Who did I see you with and what connection does he have with you?”

“Hiroki Ochoa and technically speaking he is my mothers boyfriend.”

“What do you mean by technically speaking?”

“He is having affairs with several women, all of which are vulnerable Mothers.”

"Is his affair the reason-”

“He isn't interested in the mothers." Nagisa whispers, almost choking on his bile. “He is a pedophile, the women are seeking comfort, they are easily distracted by soothing words and are blinded by love, they fail to notice him preying on their children.”

“How long has he been dating your mother?”

“8 years, but he leaves for months on end, my mother is hard to stay around for long periods of time. He comes, they fight, he leaves. Rinse and repeat. He hasn't actually visited much in the past year, but last week he came back.”

“The day you walked into class looking pale?”

“That was the morning he arrived.”

“Well,” Karasuma said for the first time, “He won't be able to come near you, I can sort out some paperwork.”

“Sir, you misunderstand, Hiroki can't touch me, He is dead.” his eyes remained down on the floor so Irina spoke up, giving him a moment.

“I saw Nagisa dining with him at Gonpachi's restaurant before he was led into the bathroom…”

The boy had a few tears slip down his face. “H-He had the intention of r-raping me all week, so I took matters into my own hands, my mother wouldnt believe me, how could her darling Ochoa lay a finger on her daughter, I am the disgusting one, I must have seduced him.”

“Her daughter?” Karasuma asks.

“My mother is delusional, she dresses me up, makes me keep my hair long, and calls me her pretty little girl. And if I don't abide by her perfectly constructed vision she loses it.”

“That explains the dress you were in, I'm guessing that was her doing?”

“Yeah.”

Karasuma stood to pace, there had been so much to unpack in the past five minutes. “So let me get this straight, you are not seeking protection from a pedophile but in actual fact murdered him and need help hiding from the law. Why didn't you come get help sooner, you knew he was going to attempt something but you didn't ask for help.”

Nagisa made eye contact with Irina, letting his mask slip for a second. She needed to see behind his walls to understand why he never asked for help. Irina saw it, she looked so sad and more importantly understanding, they both had the same look in their eyes, just hidden by their well crafted masks. “You were conditioned to not talk about it, long before he showed up.”

“Correct..”

“Sadly it is. If the authorities get wind of this-”

“If they do, I can easily claim self defense. I used your technique to knock him out.”

“Good boy.” Irina cooed.

“No, not good boy, why did you do that? Why subject yourself to that.” Karasuma's anger radiated protectiveness, both assassins felt it and smiled.

Nagisa made eye contact with Professor bitch before mumbling out a “Sorry Dad.” Karasuma flushed something awful while Irina sobered up quickly.

“Nagisa,” Miss Bitch started quietly, “does your mom hurt you?”

Silence engulfed the room, the sound of a pin dropping to the ground would make all ears fall deaf. The bluenette looked down feeling ashamed.

“I have known how to do my makeup since I was 8...” Nagisa spoke like that answered everything.

“But you didn't learn for fun, you learned out of necessity…” Nagisa nodded, to hide the bruises she made.

Nagisa fiddled with the choker around her neck until the scar became visible. “More than just bruises. I killed him with his own knife.”

“You won't go back. You will be going into protective custody-”

“You can't reason with her, I won't be able to get out of her grasp.”

“While the investigation is underway, you will be in protective custody which will give us time to legally remove you from that house.”

Nagisa looked away, hiding his disbelief.

“You don't believe us do you?” Irina looked over at the young male, “you have lost hope of someone saving you, that's why you took matters into your own hands.”

“It is necessary to guard my heart.”

“When this is all over would you like to stay with your father?”

“My father is too weak willed, he can't be bothered to deal with me.” Nagisa spat.

“Very well we will have something rearranged.”

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Nagisa is taken into protective custody. In fact Karasuma lets him stay at his house. It has top of the line security making it a safe place to keep him while his mother is taken to court.

The house is neat in an organized fashion rather than it being an unpersonalized home. Karasuma showed him his room, Korosensei having gone over to his house and collected a few personal items, Nagisa was glad to see none of the dresses were brought here.

Nagisa unpacked his things before venturing out into the kitchen where Karasuma was boiling the kettle.

Nagisa stood waiting to be addressed.

"You don't need to do that here. Please make yourself comfortable."

Nagisa sat in one of the nearby chairs, tapping on the bench in front of him. He was unsure what to do in this unfamiliar environment.

A cup was placed in front of him.

“On the weekend I'll have Irina take you shopping, get you the things you need for your bedroom. She will know how to spoil you.”

“I don't need to be spoiled.”

“You do, more importantly you need things to keep you occupied while you stay here. No doubt that it will be boring with nothing to do”

“Wouldn't I be studying?”

“Some of the time, but I don't expect that you would be doing that constantly. You need time for breaks, let what you have learned sink in.”

“Oh.”

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Nagisa was surprised when Karma joined them on their shopping trip.

Karma barely hesitates when buying things on Nagisa’s behalf. Anytime the Bluenette even glanced at something he was the slightest bit interested in he added it to the cart that Karasuma was pushing. Nagisa had never gone shopping and therefore had no idea what style he wanted to dress in. Karma was a big help pulling out multiple styled outfits in a range of colours to see if there were any Nagisa preferred or looked good in. Once they found the style they bought anything remotely close to it.

Next they swung by a comic bookstore, Karma putting in the entire Sonic Ninja series and other books he thought Nagisa might like. They bought action figures of the characters to decorate the shelves with, before leaving to buy more household items.

Nagisa was taken to a homewares store where he picked out a set of bedsheets, pillows and a super soft blanket he couldn't stop touching. Seeing this they bought him a fluffy rug as well. They bought a lamp, a new desk and chair. A set of curtains to match his blankets, and finally they bought him a music play with all the latest hits, a key indication that he can make as much noise as he wants. Nagisa was exhausted after all that shopping and was glad that he could finally stop.

They dropped Karma home before returning back to Karasuma’s house.

Nagisa was told to rest on the couch while they set up his room, he just closed his eyes for a second and next thing you know is that he is being woken for lunch.

Karasuma is actually a good cook despite eating only ramen noodles while at school. Nagisa waits for the others to start eating before eating himself, a worrying trait indeed.

Once everyone was full, Nagisa was led to his room.

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Nagisa loved his new room. His old room was bare and full of things his mother would buy him, it always felt like it belonged to someone else, this room however felt like his.

All discussions were halted when Nagisa asked what would happen to this room when he left.

“What do you mean?” The agent asked.

“Well I can't stay here,what would happen if I was returned to my Mother or was sent elsewhere?”

“Nagisa. You won’t be returning to your mother since she is being charged with child abuse. As for going to stay with someone else, if that is what you want we could organize something but this is your home now, I have done the paperwork, Officially I am your guardian.” Karasuma was trying to act tough but he didn't think he could take it if Nagisa chose to leave.

“Oh, I thought this was temporary…”

“No, not at all.”

Life in the Karasuma household was quiet after that, school continued as normal with the exception of Nagisa being driven to school. The class were all preparing for their big assaination attempt in Okinawa.

Your eyes look just like Irina’s. Lovro spoke up from behind the Blunette.

Nagisa hummed noncommittally in agreement. He could guess why the ex-assassin would think that. “Does the feeling go away?”

“No, but It does quieten from time to time.”

“Is it bad that I don't feel any regret?”

“No, you have the right to feel any emotions: joy, relief, shame. It is what makes you human.”

Nagisa thought distractedly for a moment - not wishing to delve deeper into this topic - had an epiphany, “Korosensei has human emotions but can't hide them…”

“That is certainly an interesting thought.” Lovro spoke. “If he is human I might be able to teach you something else.”

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The trip to Okinawa was brilliant despite the failure to kill their teacher, Nagisa had been relieved that it was over, however when half the class began to fall sick and then phone rang, things became difficult.

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They made it in the building with no sweat, Professor Bitch distracting the guards with ease, next they went up against hired assassins before they reached the hotel's bar. Guys were checked more thoroughly at the doors and would be immediately found out if they tried to enter.

The girls however had no issue and could blend in with ease. Karasuma did not want to think about how they knew what they were doing. Due to safety reasons they asked if Nagisa would go in with them for protection.

Nagisa was about to refuse, but they managed to convince him.

"Fine, I will go with them on one condition, I get my knife back.”

Karusuma tilts his head thinking it over. “Alright but you have to promise to not strike first.”

“Deal.”

The girls head into the bar, a guy starts hitting on them until Nagisa leads him away, knocking him out. The girls fuss over him.

“I look enough like a girl that I have had to put up with guys like that, it's gross and I don't want you to deal with it.”

“How did it go?”

“I didn't kill anyone this time Dad.” Nagisa calling him Dad was a joke that the class loved, but this time it was on the verge of reality.

“We will talk about this later.”

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They reach the top, finding Takaoka having a Manic episode. Nagisa is dragged to the roof by his hair, gun in hand facing towards the class, after being unceremoniously thrown to the ground the insane man pushes his head into the ground with his dirty boots. Nagisa is forced to apologize. It is only when Nagisa is grabbed by his waist do things take a turn.

Nagisa struggles within Takaoka's grip, he screams out. "Stop Hiroki, please, I won't tell her."

Takoka laughs, "looks like i'm not the first, this is going to be fun, I wonder how long until i break you. How easy it would be to kill you."

Kayano cries out, "shoot him Mr K, he means every word."

Nagisa snaps out of his state long enough to turn back to his classmates, he needed to be strong for them. Nagisa picks up the knife that he had been handed at the start, stepping forward, at the last moment when all of Takaoka’s focus was on the blade, he drops it, quickly utilizing the stunner clap Lovro taught him, before pulling out his second blade, pressing the pocket knife to his throat, smiling,

“I will not be your victim tonight but you will be mine.”

Nagisa slashed his knife through his jugular spurting blood as he choked. Nagisa leaned down to check his pulse, he felt nothing.

Nagisa stumbled away from the body before collapsing to the ground. When someone touches him, he cries out. Knife slashing as he rolls over to continue fighting.

"It's only me," Karusuma told him.

Nagisa leaned towards him for comfort, "Hiroki is coming, I need to leave."

"He can't hurt you, he is not here, he can't hurt you ever again."

Nagisa was too weak to stand so Karusuma scooped him up and carried him into the helicopter. He instructed Karma to sit on the other side of him, shielding the frightened boy from the others. Karusuma tried to put him down but Nagisa refused to let go.

"Nagisa, I need you to let go for a moment, I need to update Irina."
Nagisa let go long enough for him to sit down, before latching on again. Karusuma sighed, as he ran his fingers through the boy’s hair, pausing long enough to send a text message.

The entire class should receive therapy for what they had seen

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Nagisa had been studying himself sick, he had to make them proud of him or he would not be able to stay, he was stressed and tired and Karma kept looking at him worried.

Eventually Karasuma pulled him aside, told him that he did not care what grade he received, he would not abandon him over anything. ‘I will support you regardless.’

The hugs he got were nice.

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With a heavy heart Nagisa was the one to deal the final blow to their teacher, his hands shook and he wanted to scream, beg for his teacher's life but he couldn't, the words were caught in his throat.

Nagisa uncurled his body from where he lay in the dirt, stumbling towards any form of comfort he could receive and collapsed into the arms of Karasuma who held him tightly as he sobbed his heart out.

“Do you love me, dad, even though I killed?”

The man's breath hitched. “Yes, I love you, son. I always will.”

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The yearbooks they received on graduation day was all the more special to Nagisa when he found a handwritten note on the inside cover.

There was a photo of him standing proudly as he showed Karasuma his final grade, the man was actually smiling back at him but what really made it was the words written below.

‘Love from Dad.’

While everyone refers to Karasuma as the class Dad, Nagisa was the only one who actually called him that name. When he finally proposed to Irina, Nagisa started calling her mum, everyday he would wake up and feel loved.

Nagisa felt loved because this love was crystal clear.