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

62. repeat (mao)

ᡣ𐭩 . no au | neutral

It was just like any other day, with fastening the knot of the tie to his best ability of making it feel comfortable under the white collar of his polo-shirt. He placed his favourite gifted clip through his hair to keep his long fringe out of his sight and grab his shoulder bag off its hook on the wall to swing over his right shoulder as Mao checked over his shoes, making sure they're on tight and leaves the dorm room.

He waved to anyone he came across whilst walking down the few set of stairs. Smiling and laughing and making as many jokes as he always did, the Aoi twins hang off his shoulders and back for pleading attention whilst he made himself some quick breakfast before leaving the dormitory, whilst reminding a few of the others about what time it was as they lounged about in the front room. Their groans and whines always made him chuckle in cheeky amusement of their realisations.

With how the other members of Trickstar always find ways to bump into Mao along their walk to the main school building. Mao ranted on about his manga to Makoto and then getting excited as the said blond boy talks about his games in response, and Subaru and Hokuto were bantering beside him until Hokuto gave Subaru a shiny penny to hush his words for some peace and quiet. Hokuto always asking how Mao was during class hours. Subaru would then talk about his daily activities of what he wishes he could do with the whole unit.

The way that Mao would soon depart from the rest of Trickstar and head to the student council office, thinking that day would be any different from the last, but it never was. Tori always seemed to have the energy to throw a fit with Yuzuru trying to calm him down, and Shinobu watching the two in quiet amusement whilst Souma walked upto Mao for his usual check-ups requested by Keito once the door opened, ready to greet the other and to do any extra task that the other members couldn't.

Although every day was definitely different, it always felt as if time had stopped inside of Mao. Mao finds himself climbing over his own figure every day, doing the same actions like snow piling in a harsh blizzard of December.

The days always ticked the same seconds of the hours. Teachers ranted on during ordinary lessons. Koga tended to sneak off with Mao during the first break time they got to practice guitar lessons with one another. Younger students asked Mao questions about what it was like to be an idol of the music industry, sometimes the questions would get too much and he'd be pulled away by Arashi who would then let Mao sit with the rest of Knights with him until Hokuto rang him on the phone about it being time for some practice whether for singing or dancing or because Anzu had a new outfit set out for him, the ideas changed frequently.

Even during the after-school clubs as he stood around in the hall and played basketball with Midori, Subaru, Aira, and a few other students. One moment he's playing and having fun and helping some of the other members on how to handle the ball, then the next Midori would be calling for Mao's help as Subaru and Aira took the hour of the basketball club to argue with one another about constant issues that never seemed to end until the duo realise just how upset they've made Mao and repeatedly apologise to him for it.

The hours would then come to an end as Mao would already have made his ways back to his dorm room. Rarely, his dorm mates would be around. But when they were, Kuro would remind him to take some medicine for his health reasons, Shu would ask for his opinions on a creation he's making, and Izumi would constantly complain about various of subjects. Most of the time, though... Mao was alone in the dorm room.

He took those lonely hours to melt into his own mattress and release the cries that nobody ever heard, to let the stress out with his many thoughts. Gripping at his until then loose hair from anger.

Panic attacks would always be caused. Mao always screamed and pleaded for help, shouting until he's caused himself to run dry of energy and fall asleep to nothingness, drowning always in nightmares.

The darkness that falls always reminds Mao of how lonely he would always be.

And then... the day would repeat again tomorrow with nothing ever changing and no one ever noticing anything different with Mao Isara.