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

66. unsettled (keimao/mugimao)

ᡣ𐭩 . murderer/normal | angst

"Isara."

The boy who was mentioned perks up from cleaning around the classroom to see Keito standing in the opened doorway, his phone held in his hold.

"Hasumi!" Mao drops the cleaning bits he held in his hold onto one of the desks, thanking himself silently that he was just about done with this cleanup as he then jogs about to his senior. "Do you need anything? Whatever it is, I don't mind helping!"

Keito couldn't help but smile at Mao's eagerness, but he shakes his head 'no' side to side. "It's not me specifically. I just got a text from Eichi saying that he would like to speak with you as soon as possible. He's still in the student council office."

Mao's eyes widened a little, questioning for a second why Eichi didn't message him about the event instead - either that, or... Mao didn't hear his phone go off, that's probably it, he thought whilst he placed his left hand inside of his blazer pocket and felt for his phone thinking about the idea.

"Don't worry, he said you're not in trouble or anything like it." Keito smiled once more and told Mao a few other things that were needed as he was soon leaving down the corridor, his serious expression immediately wiped over his soft expression that only Mao ever got to see. It made him wonder, actually, what was so special about himself that Keito doesn't mind showing an entirely different side of himself?

Mao shakes the thought away and leaves the barren classroom and heads down the left side of the long corridor - the way that Keito seemingly came from, he guesses.

His padded footsteps echoed along the patterned tiles. The corridor was mostly bare, other than a few rare students who stood around during their minutes of break time along with a couple of teachers who greeted Mao along his way to the student council office.

The door eventually comes into view plenty of minutes later.

Mao knocks on the door in a certain pattern and calls out to Eichi that he was making his presence known and soon opens the door and then takes a step inside. He closes the door behind himself and turns to face the rest of the student council office afterwards.

The room felt cold, he noted. He looked over to the end of the room to see that the windows were wide open. The white curtains danced in the beams of glory from the winter's sun as a strong freezing blow of the wind flitters itself through.

Another idea to notice was that Eichi - nor any of the others - were in the room. Other than the curtains that twirled and flapped, no other thing moved or made a noise. Everything was quiet and still, and for a rare moment of time it made Mao Isara feel oddly uncomfortable - a feeling he hasn't sensed in a long while, and with the way it sat at the deep end of his heart, the uncomfortable feeling was major and Mao Isara didn't like it at all.

Not one bit... entirely.

He takes a step forward, glancing around the room again. Nothing was out of place. Everything was tidy and in their designated spots. Books and files alike were lined up on shelves. Chairs were tucked neatly under their recently cleaned desks, and the carpet was hoovered over, so no crumbs or any other mess could see the spotlight of the office ever again.

He takes another step and suddenly a feared and loud yelp leaves between the gaps of his lips as Mao feels himself dipping down into the middle of the room, and finding himself with his backside sitting on a step of sorts.

He looks up from where he now sat in a rectangular shaped hole, right where a large rug usually sits. With glancing to one side, he can see the mentioned rug poking from a corner into his sight.