𝗠𝗔𝗚𝗜𝗖𝗜𝗔𝗡'𝗦 𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗬! ━━━━ mao isara (on hold)

54. dark (famdorm)

ᡣ𐭩 . no au | neutral

None of his dorm mates were within the room, Mao Isara was thankful for that.

The room was dark. He didn't bother switching the lights on. The darkness brought a rare time of comfort that nothing else could at that very moment, especially with the thoughts that whisped his mind in a jumble.

Mao already felt tired, but he wasn't going to bed to regain energy. The day was full of liveliness. From the powering song he sang for a performance with the rest of Trickstar to the amount of work he was assigned in the student council office room, with a few of his teachers scolding him for going into a daze during normal lessons and even during today's practice hour with the basketball club.

So much chaos went down with a few members who decided to be such delinquents during the long hour. He'd honestly have to give it to his senior - Chiaki for once being the leader of the club and able to handle everything so well before him.

He places his school bag onto his bed, letting the object tilt harshly backwards as the flap attempts to detach itself away from the velcro that held itself together. He then slips his school blazer off, along with the pink jumper and his tie, placing the three clothing pieces atop of the surface of his chest of drawers at the end of his bed.

His school shoes had already slipped off as soon as he entered the dorm room, nudging them underneath the gap of his bed so they're not sitting in the walkway of the shared room. He didn't want his dorm mates to be tripping over his stuff if they came back to the campus grounds tonight.

Mao then reaches his hands towards the top of his polo top, undoing two buttons for some extra room to breathe. Polo tops can be the worst piece of clothing sometimes, Mao thinks to himself.

He pauses for a second from where he stands and glances around the dark room. Everything was so still. Left to how it was since the early hours of this very morning.

Usually, Mao would feel something mixing with the beats of his heart when he reminisced about situations that had gone on in this very dormitory building. The chaos. The fun. The talks that were shared as some secrets were spilt. Everything...

...But right now, his heart beats along by itself. Nothing sat beside it to give him the usual sense of encouragement that awaited by tomorrow's hands.

Mao twists his figure around and walks over to his bed. He kneels down as low as he could as he peeks underneath, reaching one hand far under the bed, his fingers brushing faintly against something that feels familiar.

He's tried using this object before for a situation he was going to try out again.

It needed to happen, he thought to himself. He hoped the second time was the charm in succeeding instead of the third or more attempts after that.

Once the item was in his hands, Mao immediately stumbled to a stand as he gripped onto the said object tightly and took some quiet steps towards the dorm room's shared bathroom.

The bathroom door opens with a slight squeak whilst Mao tiptoes inside. He shuts the door immediately behind himself. He glances around the bathroom. All the usual was there. A simplistic toilet and a sink, alongside a shower box in the far right corner.

The ceilings on each floor of the dormitory were high. It reminded him of how he imagined a tower belonging to a castle to be. So tall to fit as many things as possible inside of, for reasons that everyone thinks and for reasons that only those who observe think too.

Mao was observant when he needed to be. He was glad to be the observant type, especially now with the action he was about to cause.

He glances down at the big item in his hold. The rough feeling that made his palms itch from the horrible stuff it was made out of.