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

65. movement (soumao)

ᡣ𐭩 . no au | fluff

Ever since the 'fight' was dealt with between Mao and Souma over the katana fiasco, Mao has been visiting the taller teenager whenever he had some spare time.

Be it just them sitting with one another in silence, Mao sharing his manga with Souma, or even Souma teaching him how to use some types of katanas, they're with one another non-stop.

They're a duo like paper and glue. A most likely unexpected friendship blossoming over the many hours of the year.

The atmosphere of the room was content, a type of atmosphere that Mao admittedly loves to cherish when he gets to. There were no people shouting or bossing each other about, no form of assignments to be dealt with, no planning for any songs...

It was calming and full of an aura of gratitude.

Although, with the way Mao's mind ticks, no matter how much he likes the soothing atmosphere of doing nothing, his body still itches to do something - whatever it may be. The manga he held in his hold drops to his lap, the papers bending to stand on its own as much as it could.

His hands burned for the urge of work. A soft groan of annoyance comes from him as he leans his head against the wall that sat behind him. A sigh then escapes between Mao's parted lips as he focuses his attention on the plain ceiling above, counting the bumps and other details it held.

"Isara." His focus then turns to a familiar voice nearby the door of the room. He turns his head and looks over to see Souma in an outfit that wasn't his usual school set, his katana held in his left hand as it always was.

Souma knocked his head to the side, sensing something off about the smaller. "You want to join me?" He asks as he motioned his hand up that held his katana. "Maybe let some of those emotions of yours out?"

Mao pondered for a second, glancing from his manga book and then towards Souma and nodding as he hopped up from the floor he once sat on and walked towards the taller. He leaves his manga on the table before doing so.

"Do I need to change clothing today?" He asks Souma before he steps out of the room.

"You don't have to, I only did because of the warm weather today."

Mao hums as the two then walk along in the hallway, passing by a few fellow unit members and giving them a quick greeting before moving further along.

They walk a while and away from the set of dorms until Mao finds himself standing in a miniature field off to the side of the surrounding place.

The grass was cut recently, from the fresh smell it gave off, and it was dry but not to the point that everything felt uncomfortable. At the end of the field, it dipped into a hill (a few units tend to use the hill during break times of work and school and roll down it during summer or spring. It was mainly Midori's and Nazuna's units who did so.)

Mao glances around for a couple of seconds more and then takes off his school blazer, placing it onto the concrete pavement edge that divides the grass from the stone grounds of the building nearby and faces Souma. Next to Souma was a box of katana's and other swords like weaponry, all different sizes and shapes, and made of wood.

Souma places his katana down beside the box and digs through it for a few seconds, grabbing two wooden versions and hands one of them to Mao.

Mao silently thanks the other and twists the wooden weapon in his hold for a few seconds to get used to the grip of it.

"Are you ready?" Souma asks.

Mao gets himself into position whilst holding the sword. "Yeah!" He focuses his attention on Souma as the mentioned teenager counts down from a few seconds, and then the two were in a duel, swords clashing as their movements entwined together like a magnificent dance.

Souma, every now and then, gave Mao some helpful words on how to fight with his weapon and change his stance to be better at it.

Minutes pass with the two ongoing with their fight practice, their clothes becoming stained from the grass every now and then when either Mao or Souma fell to the ground (more so Mao than Souma), sweat drenching their skin as the sun beamed its warmth intensely onto their figures.

Now, the two of them sat on their backsides out of breath, their swords strewn not far from where they sat.

"You're getting better at this, Hasumi is not wrong about you being a fast learner." Souma says in between a few fast breaths.

"I do what I can best!" Mao smiles at the taller.

The two stayed on the grass a while longer, letting themselves soak in the warmth some more.

"With how quick you're learning, you might become as good as me, maybe even better."

"Then let's make that a challenge, Kanzaki~!"

"Ha. You're on, Isara."