Thanks to 12-06 Guest and Rachel for commenting! And thanks to the 6 ppl who favourited and saved this story! Sorry it took me a month to update and its not even long /Nagisa woke up rather early the next morning- it was only 5AM- for how late he slept. He didn't want any questions from his annoyingly compassionate teacher about the dried, brown blood on his homework so he had copied every single question onto a separate sheet of paper.

Before his mother could wake up and force the dress on him, he quickly packed his bags and jumped out the window and began to walk to the designated classroom for 3-E... in the mountains.

Before, he took near two hours to reach his classroom but after 5 months of intense physical training, Nagisa could get there in half the time. Today however, he took two hours, walking slowly, taking in his surroundings. After all, it was very early in the morning, and he didn't need to be there so early.

As he was walking, something caught his eye. A poster about a local high school wanting funding for their basketball team. But that's not quite what caught his eye.

On the poster was a tall red haired guy and behind him stood a vibrantly blue haired boy, much like Nagisa's own hair. In his 14 years, Nagisa had never seen anyone around here with the same color hair as he.

But that wasn't all. The blue haired boy was also small in stature and if it weren't for the blue hair, Nagisa wasn't even sure that he would have noticed his presence with the large presence of the red haired guy. Something about him really interested Nagisa, almost wanting to meet him.

After all, he seemed to live a good life, enjoying something normal like basketball, something that Nagisa felt he could probably only never have. After all, his career goal was to become an assassin.

With only a split hesitation, Nagisa ripped the poster off of the window and pocketed it before going to school.

School was pretty much the same as always with korosensei zooming about helping each kid with their worst subjects. These were the most important exams of all. Their scores on this exam would determine which high school they could apply and be accepted to.

After class, students had two choices: they could either go home or train for an hour or two with Mr. Karasuno.

Usually, Nagisa stayed behind to practice but today, he shocked everyone because he decided to go straight home. He didn't wish to anger his mother further and it'd be okay. He'd wear the dress for the remainder of the day and hopefully, his mom would be happy again.

He rushed home and changed into the new dress that his mother brought the night before. He quickly went to the door of his mothers room, fully ready to apologize for his behavior the night before, even though he didn't mean it, when he heard her voice.

"Sumi, I just don't understand, I had two kids and neither one wants me to be happy!"

Nagisa quickly backed away. Two kids? While he wanted to listen to more, he knew intrinsically that he would learn nothing from a one sided phone conversation.

Mind made up, Nagisa let down his hair and pulled on a pair of his mother's high heels.

That should please her.

He went into the liquor cabinet, took out his mother's favorite- the Chardonnay and began to make dinner. It was nothing fancy but dinner was dinner and it tasted okay so Nagisa hoped that it would please his mother.

Soon, his mother walked out seemingly annoyed until she caught sight of Nagisa. Nagisa in his full glory of dress, heels, and with food.

"Good evening mother. I know you must be tired of my disobediance so I have made you dinner." Nagisa pulled out his fakest, brightest smile and poured a glass of wine.

Mood taking a 180, Nagisa's mother sat down at the table and began to stroke his hair.

"Does this mean you'll do as I say now? Grow out your hair, wear pretty clothes, move up in class..." He didn't answer other than to shoot her another smile.

Soon enough, his mother was awfully drunk and thankfully, she was a talkative drunk.

"SO ANYWAY I just don't understand why my two kids..." Slurred words were difficult to understand, and drunk talk was usually pretty inconsistent but it will have to do.

Time to start the interrogation.