#isara mao x reader

[kunikame]

in your system, even pluto is a planet. - i. mao

warnings : mostly mao centric, gender neutral, astral ref (my trademark trust), my formal apology to all maoPs for redamancy

w/c : 889

isara mao has always been second best.

it is how he spent most of his life, it is what he’s ultimately used to. he knows he would never be first– he knows he's not good enough to be first.

those are the facts, the truths he’s had to abide by since he was a child. no matter how hard he tried, there was always someone who was, simply put, better.

yet to accept a truth is easier than to stop hoping he could one day break the cycle.

he’s reminded of this once more as he watches his unit-mates work on their next choreography. as a friend first and unit-mate second, he will always be proud of them, will always support them and help make them shine if he can.

that doesn’t mean it hurts any less. 

watching them so easily become what he’s always wished he could be. isara mao is well aware he could never sparkle like they do.

as it turns out, he’s the only ‘trick’, whereas the other 3 are the ‘star’.

to accept it is slightly different than it is to continue fighting it.

and that’s where you come in.

while anzu may be their primary manager, she’s been kept busy by other units recently, so to keep trickstar functioning properly in her absence, you’ve been assigned to help them out instead.

mao wouldn’t exactly call it love at first sight (though makoto yuuki would beg to differ)– he simply has good intuition when it comes to people. he just knew you’re a good person, so he stuck close to you. that’s all.

all was well at first.

you helped them out wherever you could, gave them useful advice and even basically collaborated on the choreography. what caught mao off guard however, was that you tried your best to focus on all of them equally. you gave all of them the time of day when they needed it, without any reservations or excuses. if makoto had a question, you would answer it, and if mao needed help the moment after, you would immediately be by his side.

it was weird, to be treated like a voluntary choice.

then suddenly you no longer had time for mao. 

makoto, subaru, hokuto. subaru, makoto, hokuto. hokuto, makoto, subaru.

never mao.

and he doesn’t understand why. 

he doesn’t remember doing anything to upset you, so why?

have you simply realized he’s not good enough to be a choice?

sitting on a random staircase in yumenosaki, the redhead swirled his can of coke as he let out yet another helpless sigh.

he couldn’t even ask ritsu for help, he’d just fall asleep halfway through the story. perhaps it’s for the best if he doesn’t say anything at all. just suck it up and stick it out till the end, as always. deal with it.

for so long he’s associated himself with venus– with it being the second planet from the sun and all– he forgot to think that, maybe, he was just pluto all along.

with the final sigh of his short pity party, he threw the can in the nearest bin and made his way back to the studio. just a bit more practice and perhaps he’ll finally get closer to the others. 

the door opens before him and you’re standing there, eyes wide and mouth gaping, as if you’re seeing him for the first time (he probably doesn’t look much different though, he thinks).

“mao! i was just about to go look for you! the others have left already so i finally have time for you, i’m so sorry i’ve been pushing it off for so long, there was always just.. something. the lights broke and the–” you paused to let out a quick breath, shoulders relaxing for the first time this week, “you know what, whatever, doesn’t matter. i can finally take care of your concerns, so out with them!”

you step away from the doorway to let him in, but he just stands there dumbfounded.

“..mao?”

“... so you– you weren’t ignoring me? like, without reason?”

“what? no! i would never do that!” you looked genuinely distraught and now he feels bad for ever thinking so because yeah, you would never do that (or would you?), he’s just too used to people doing it (way too used, a voice in his head chuckles).

“oh,” he breathes, then steps into the studio.

“if it were up to me i would’ve dropped everything to cater to your needs, but the spotlight that was supposed to be on your position broke, so i made that my priority,” oh, “i’m sorry if i made you feel unimportant, i should’ve discussed it with you first..”

“n-no! no, no it’s fine. you’re fine. .. thank you. for-for doing that for me. and i’m sorry, too, i shouldn’t have assumed..”

you smile at him and he thinks not even the sun is worthy of you. 

it may be the center of the solar system, where pluto is not even a planet and where venus is second– but in the system isara mao sees you as the center of, perhaps he was mercury all along. if he is to crash and burn and suffer incineration in the long run, it may just be a worthy sacrifice.

at least he will no longer be second best.

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[ninani06]

— Promise me that we will spend together in New Year.

[ Isara Mao x f!reader ]

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Today was the day, the start of a new year and the tradition where everyone visited the shrine to give thanks for the past year and pray for a peaceful year ahead.

The magenta-haired boy scrolled idly on his phone, a bored expression on his face as he waited. You were upstairs, doing your makeup and putting on your kimono—a process he knew all too well would take more than an hour. After many years of knowing you, he had come to terms with how much time you spent preparing for occasions like these.

At least this year, he was waiting indoors. He chuckled to himself, remembering last year’s ordeal. Back then, in an attempt to surprise you, he had decided to wait outside your house, thinking it’d be a grand romantic gesture.

What he hadn’t anticipated was just how long you’d take. Thirty whole minutes passed before you finally realized he was standing out in the freezing cold. By the time you opened the door, his teeth were chattering, and his fingers were practically numb.

“Sorry! I didn’t know you were waiting outside!” you’d said back then, helping him inside with an apologetic look.

The memory brought a slight grin to his lips. This time, at least, he was warm and cozy, sitting comfortably as he waited for you.

“Mao!”

The boy jolted at the sound of your voice calling his name, clear and feminine, cutting through the quiet. Turning around quickly, he called back, “What’s wrong, Y/n?”

“I need your help!”

Hearing this, a flicker of worry crossed Mao’s face. He set his phone down on the couch and dashed upstairs, taking the steps two at a time. Reaching your room, he knocked three times on the door, his heart racing slightly.

“Come in,” your voice called from inside.

Mao opened the door, only to freeze in place, completely stunned by the sight before him.

There you were, standing in the center of the room, wearing a delicate white and pink kimono adorned with floral patterns. A matching flower accessory rested neatly in your hair, which was styled in an elegant bun rather than the usual way you wore it down.

He blinked, momentarily at a loss for words.

“You always hesitate, you know?” you said teasingly, picking up your obi, the unfinished piece of your outfit that had caused you to call for him. “We’ve known each other for years, yet you still act so formal sometimes.”

Mao chuckled sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. “Even so, I can’t just barge in like that. It doesn’t feel right.”

You smiled, amused by his response, as you handed him the obi. “Well, since you’re already here, help me with this, will you?”

Mao raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. “Aren’t you old enough to figure this out by yourself? I thought everyone knew how to tie an obi by now.”

Pouting, you shoved the obi at him and huffed. “Not everyone knows how to do this! Besides, it’s harder than it looks.” You turned around, lifting your arms slightly to make it easier for him to wrap the obi around your waist.

“Bow or just normal?” he asked, already inspecting the fabric with an experienced touch.

You hummed thoughtfully for a moment before replying, “Bow.”

“Alright, then.” Mao leaned in slightly, focusing as he carefully wrapped the obi around your waist and began forming the bow at the back. His fingers moved skillfully, adjusting the folds with precision.

“Is it too tight?” he asked, pausing for a moment to ensure you were comfortable.

You shook your head, glancing at him over your shoulder. “It’s perfect.”

Mao smiled softly to himself as he finished tying the bow with meticulous care. “There. All done,” he said, stepping back to admire his handiwork.

You quickly moved in front of the mirror, spinning around to inspect the obi. As you caught sight of the perfect bow, a gasp escaped your lips. “Wow, it’s so pretty! As expected of the magician,” you snickered, glancing at him with a playful grin.

Mao chuckled, his cheeks tinting pink at the mention of his nickname. “Magician,” huh? He guessed he’d earned it after years of helping his younger sister with her obi, though hearing you say it made him oddly flustered.

You gave a delighted little spin before stopping and facing Mao. Placing your hands behind your back, you leaned forward slightly, a mischievous sparkle in your eyes. “So? How do I look?”

Mao blinked, momentarily stunned. You looked radiant, and the thought struck him like a train. Managing a small smile, he finally replied, “You look great.”

But in his heart, he knew great didn’t even begin to describe it.

“What? Just ‘great’?” you teased with an exaggerated whine, tilting your head.

Mao let out a breathless laugh, scratching the back of his head. “Okay, fine. You look... amazing. Happy?”

Your face lit up, and his chest tightened at how effortless it was for you to make his heart race.

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The two of you arrived at the shrine, and as expected, the place was bustling with crowds. Families, couples, and friends filled the grounds, all gathered to pray for luck and blessings in the new year.

You felt a pang of discomfort as you surveyed the sea of people, your head starting to ache from the noise and movement. Large crowds like this always made you uneasy.

Before you could say anything, Mao gently grabbed your hand, his fingers intertwining with yours. The sudden gesture made your eyes widen as you looked up to meet his emerald-green gaze.

“Stick close to me, okay? I don’t want you getting lost,” he said, his expression soft but laced with genuine concern.

You felt a warmth rise to your cheeks, a faint blush dusting your face as your heart skipped a beat. Mao had always been kind and thoughtful, his gentlemanly nature shining in moments like this.

You nodded at his suggestion, your grip on his hand tightening slightly as you muttered, “Okay.”

Your eyes wandered over to the boy beside you, sneaking a glance as you took in his outfit. Today, Mao wore a sleek turtleneck, a long coat, and tailored trousers—a sharp contrast to his usual casual style.

He looked refined, almost like someone you’d see in a fashion magazine.

Mao, feeling the weight of your gaze, shifted uncomfortably before turning to you. His green eyes narrowed slightly in confusion as a faint blush dusted his cheeks. “What? Is there something on my face?”

Caught off guard, you jolted upright, your face heating up as you stumbled for words. “Oh! N-No! I just… I thought you’d wear something simpler. I didn’t expect you to dress so… stylish.”

“Stylish?” He raised a brow, skeptical of your choice of words. “Why do I feel like you’re kind of judging me?”

You waved your hands defensively. “No, no! I meant it in a good way. You look good, really! It’s just different from what you normally wear.”

Mao sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Well, to be honest, I was going to wear something simple, but…” He trailed off, his eyes flickering to the side, hesitating. “Never mind. Let’s just say I wanted to try something different this year.”

Though his explanation didn’t fully add up, you decided not to press further. “Hmm, okay…” you replied, still puzzled but not wanting to make him more flustered.

As Mao turned his gaze away, he let out a quiet sigh of relief, his mind flashing back to earlier that day.

Ritsu’s teasing words echoed in his thoughts: “Maa-kun, if you want to stand out and look good next to her, I’ll pick something for you. Don’t worry. And remember—have fun on your shrine date with your crush!”

The memory made Mao’s face flush redder. Of course, Ritsu had long since figured out his feelings for you. He just hoped you hadn’t noticed how awkward he was being.

You and Mao arrived at the shrine, blending into the bustle of the New Year crowd. Together, you approached the offering box, each tossing coins into it with a light clink. The two of you then shook the bell, its chime resonating in the crisp winter air, before bowing your heads in prayer.

“I wish for Mao’s success in his idol career.”

“I wish all her dreams come true.”

Once your prayers were offered, the two of you stepped away, finding a quiet bench nearby to rest. You leaned back against the wooden seat, glancing at Mao with a playful smile.

“What did you wish for, Mao?” you asked, tapping a finger to your chin in mock curiosity.

He raised a brow, a teasing glint in his green eyes. “I thought we weren’t supposed to tell anyone our wishes?”

“Oh, come on!” you protested, leaning toward him with a grin. “Tell me!”

Mao chuckled, crossing his arms to form an exaggerated ‘X.’ “Nope! It’s a secret.”

You pouted but knew better than to push further—Mao could be stubborn when he wanted to be. Instead, your gaze drifted to the horizon, where the warm glow of the rising sun began to illuminate the shrine.

Gripping the edge of his coat lightly, you murmured, “Mao, look at the sun.”

He followed your gaze, turning toward the golden light. The morning sun cast its gentle warmth over the shrine, its rays breaking through the chill and marking the start of a new day and a new year.

For a moment, the two of you sat in peaceful silence, soaking in the beauty of the moment. It felt like a quiet promise—of growth, of change, and of the time you’d continue to share together.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” you blurted out, your voice soft as your gaze remained fixed on the glowing sunrise.

Mao turned his attention from the sun to you, his heart skipping a beat. The sunlight framed your features perfectly—your bright smile was radiant, glowing in a way that took his breath away. His lips curled into a smile, a faint pink flush dusting his cheeks. “Yeah… it really is.”

You suddenly raised your pinky finger toward him, your expression earnest. “Promise me we’ll spend next New Year together.”

Mao blinked, momentarily dumbfounded. “Why are you even saying that? Don’t we already spend it together every year?”

You shrugged casually, tilting your head with a soft laugh. “I don’t know. I just want to make sure.”

Mao felt his chest tighten, overwhelmed by the sincerity in your words. He let out a defeated chuckle, unable to resist. How could he possibly argue with you? “Alright,” he said with a warm smile, holding up his pinky to meet yours. “I promise.”

As your pinkies intertwined, you sealed the promise, the simple yet meaningful gesture filling the air with unspoken emotions. Mao felt his cheeks heat up again, but he couldn’t bring himself to pull away.

For him, this wasn’t just another promise—it was a quiet hope, a wish for many more New Years spent with you by his side.

[bbiemochi]

helloo i reaaally loved ur last knights work and was wondering if you could write the same for mao?? thank you<33

𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚏𝚏! 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢’𝚛𝚎 (𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎) 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎! | isara mao x reader

[an]: hi, so yeah anon let’s pretend i didn’t just post this now in 2023 ahahahaha i’m a bad author so, i know that the knights fic was my most liked blog and i am really grateful for that, thank you for reading it <33 as for this one, aahhaahah i hope i wrote this one well for our precious trickstar member :,} nonetheless, tysm for requesting !

also small reminder, this is a point of view of mao ! new change for once ^w^

summary: he knows she’s a childhood friend of yours, but at least give you some space !

pairing: isara mao x g/n!reader

genre: fluff

note: f/n = friend’s name !

THE STUDENT COUNCIL WORK had been more and more stressful these days after the former 3rd years had graduated from yumenosaki private academy. in repositioning for the role of student council president, mao luckily became the perfect pick, and retook over eichi’s position. with tori and his butler, yuzuru, still with him at the council room, the piles and loads of work multiplied over his desk were easily handled and documented.

there were times when ritsu would often come visit the student council room, bug him to let the male sleep on his lap while he worked, and there were also times where his unit would come barging in out of nowhere. sometimes they were a wreck in the student council room, however mao knew so far that they meant a lot to him. not to mention…

not long after he announced being in a relationship with someone, his unit members were really surprised. subaru wanted to meet who he was going out with immediately after the confession, and hokuto had to calm him down. yes, he had faith in his unit about keeping secrets (including when it’s about relationships, which is not allowed to be known by the fans) but there’s this someone that bothered him by letting him know who he was infatuated with. the answer is obvious to be ritsu. even if mao trusts his childhood friend with all his heart, he knew ritsu would grow quite upset to hear he had a romantic partner. most obvious reasons would be because of the knight member’s clingy affection towards the council president, however his older brother thinks otherwise for more reasons.

as now the current student council president, some rules were changed in order to maintain the academy’s strict policy for the idol students in which can be involved with other courses connected to yumenosaki. mao often had hard times with his job, not to mention there were times when his unit members would forget about the rules he newly establishes, and then call them over to his office for a serious talk. mao has always been serious when it comes to student council matters, as both his status as the student council president and an idol (also now captain of the basketball club) had always been a close reputation in his heart. however…

y/n on the other hand had too become a priority to isara himself. his endearing lover who was always patting his shoulder when stressed and giving him small pecks on the forehead (not in front of the other student council members of course, tori would fume in annoyance), this was their ways to calm mao down—other than ritsu sleeping on his lap during working hours, not like mao ever minded he was used to it anyways.

y/n is not a producer in the idol course unlike the number one producer; anzu. instead, they’re only from the normal course in yumenosaki that mao had met when the normal course had some requests for the student council. y/n was their errand student if ever needed something far from the other courses. this was an obvious one, as mao notices it was always y/n who would come over the office when provided with new requests from the other yumenosaki courses. it’s hard work being an errand student that’s for sure. though, that didn’t take long when mao realised he kinda wanted to see them all the time now.

it became a weird attachment towards him, yet in some circumstances that came from a clear realization, yuzuru would soon notice his ‘odd’ behaviour whenever y/n would enter the student council office, a smile always leaking over their face. mao’s facial expression would frequently go from surprise, stammering of words, and an awkward neck brush as y/n hands over some documents from the normal course. these are obvious signs for yuzuru’s ‘theory’ of what’s going on between the errand student and the idol course’s current student council president.

didn’t take long when a festival was held, and mao confessed to y/n after one of his lives. he was a little hesitant at first, hands sweating and shaking as he waited for an answer to arrive—and when such sweet words of reciprocation stumbled on one’s mouth, mao knew lady luck finally gave him his chance. and thus, the relationship began. y/n was more than lucky to have mao’s approval in almost everything they asked for, sometimes even if they weren’t asking for it. for example, free live tickets to his concert, out of nowhere dates (these were mostly fun, so y/n didn’t mind much), and secret kisses in the office.

although the other members of trickstar weren’t much familiar of mao’s significant other, they knew for sure of how in love their unit member can be when infatuated with another.

back to the main hand of the story.

it was a thursday afternoon in yumenosaki, idols were being once again piled with practices, live scheduling for the upcoming projects approved by the student council—not to mention, an ongoing festival happening over inside the idol course building. the busy units that were bombarded inside of their changing rooms to get ready for their concert while visitors from other schools were scrolling around different booths for today’s occasion. mao’s unit was going to be performing later onstage thanks to the festival plan anzu had prepared for the idols entertainment for tonight (much different than last year, the moment where keito embarrassed himself when he pretended to shoot a fan with an imaginary bow—so much to wataru’s amusement at that point), yet the only thing mao could think of at that very moment in his head of clouds was y/n’s appearance roaming freely inside the school.

he had plans for his secret date for tonight with his lover, right after his concert, he would swipe them away with him, and go on for the most fun date of his life (“we’ll distract the fans, sally! don’t you worry!” was what subaru said). still, it would be such a great help. when a knock interrupted his thoughts, isara yelled out a ‘come in!’ signal before the door to the office opened. he was hoping it was either tori, souma, or tori’s butler, yuzuru, however he never expected it would be y/n themself. a wide smile stretches onto his cheeks. “oh y/n, hey! sorry, i’m a little piled up at the moment because of the festival happening right now, it would be best if you’d scroll along down at the booths, it’s going to be a little boring in here…” was the first thing that came out of his mouth. he wanted to slap himself at that moment.

y/n giggles, “it’s alright, just talking to you would be enough. i have so much to tell you!”

talk about hearts jumping…

their conversation lasted for 20 minutes. mao didn’t expect for this topic to go on longer than this workload he has on his hands, considering he wasn’t even much the slightest distracted by his significant other’s beautiful presence shows how much he can multitask with his work. with their hand on his, maybe this wouldn’t be so bad…how much he wants to kiss them at the moment…however that would be far too rash for his acts as a boyfriend. just like this would be ok for him…that is, until another knock could be heard at the door. y/n stands up, letting go of mao’s palm, which saddens him a bit, “i’ll open it for you.”

“thanks.” his eyes were quickly focused back on the document on his hands.

the sound of the door slamming opened was erupted inside the student council office, causing mao to shriek in surprise from the loud noise. all that he saw next was yuzuru pulling an unfamiliar figure away from y/n, who was pulling them close to her chest. what in the world was going on…?

“y/n-chan~!”

“f-f/n?! what are you doing here?!”

“y/n-sama, do you somehow know this individual?”

back to 0 days without nonsense in yumenosaki academy…what a pain…

mao jumps up from his chair and ran to the situation, pulling y/n away as well as yuzuru pulling the girl who was clinging to his lover away. she looked…like a student from the normal course, probably because of the uniform…and her expression when she looks at y/n…also another plus of evidence. the girl tries her best to pull away from yuzuru’s grip, sounding annoyed, “hey, can you let go of me, please?! it’s very rude to hold a girl you don’t know like that!”

“it’s also very rude to just burst inside the student council office without permission, including if you’re from another course, miss.” yuzuru barks back to her. y/n calmly walks away from mao’s grip, and pulls the girl away from yuzuru. now, he was confused. “f/n, what in the world were you thinking?? didn’t i said to wait for me?”

“but y/n-chan you were taking forever! i wanted to eat but you were nowhere to be found, so i scrolled down everywhere to look for you!”

“y/n, do you know her?” mao couldn’t help but question. nervously laughing, scratching the nape of their neck as f/n wraps her arms around them with a huge smile, y/n spoke, “ahaha…sorry about this mao, but uhh…this is f/n, a childhood friend of mine, she’s from the normal course that i brought along here for the idol festival. she’s a little clingy like ritsu but she’s pretty nice. f/n, this is the guy i’ve been telling you about…”

the mentioned female who clings around his beloved stops to look at him and smiles cheerfully, not even bothering to step back a bit from y/n and give around at least some space for them to breathe. “you’re the guy y/n-chan’s been talking about? waaahh! i never knew it was you! member of trickstar, right!? the one who defeated fine at last year’s idol festival! it’s an honor to know that y/n-chan is dating one of yumenosaki’s greatest idols!” she beams at mao along with a giggle. “y/n-chan you’re so lucky! how charming can you get if an idol is also infatuated with you??”

y/n awkwardly laughs as f/n only continued to hug them close. yuzuru seems to also stay bewildered as mao is, ‘course—the butler had no idea if he should continue pulling away from the student office or leave her be, simply because she seemed to be a very close friend of y/n’s. “well none of it matters now, because in the end, it’ll be me y/n-chan’s going to marry, right~?!”

mao felt like a shard had been stabbed in his chest. yuzuru too was surprised by this.

y/n, who was now trying to push f/n away from them, kept looking back if their boyfriend was bothered a little by their childhood friend’s comment out of thin air, “a-alright…! enough of that, f/n—c-c’mon now…! let’s get going, there are idols who are going to be performing soon!”

“oh yeah i forgot…! quick! let’s order some food first before we go! nice to meet you again, mao-san! me and y/n-chan are going to go now!” mao wasn’t even able to say a proper goodbye before f/n dragged y/n out of the student council office, leaving both yuzuru and the current council president standing there, astounded.

***

7:54pm

it was evening by the time the festival finished. and every paperwork scattered across mao’s desk was finished as well. the evident shining stars that twinkled beneath the clouded heavens looked down upon the realm of each individual walking home from the exit of yumenosaki. with a loud sigh escaping his lips and a grunt from the long stretch he did, mao patted a certain ravenette’s hair who was sleeping over his lap as he worked.

“oi ritsu, get up, let me breathe real quick..”

“mmn..” the mentioned male did as he was asked, and sat up from his childhood friend, yawning as he did so. if mao remembers well, the last time he saw y/n was around 12pm, right before the festival was starting—and of course, they were with…that girl named f/n (claiming to be a childhood friend of theirs, yet mao doesn’t remember much of his lover talking about her before).

“i wonder where y/n is…”

“maa-kun, do you think they’re cheating on you?”

“why would…?! ritsu, don’t say such things, i got a little angry with that, y’know??”

“sorry, sorry…please don’t get mad at me, maa-kun…” mao rubbed his arms a bit to calm himself down from such thought. no, y/n was never the type of person to cheat. as they had mentioned earlier; f/n was somewhat like ritsu…very clingy. there was no way ritsu would see that as something else…way beyond their relationship. he felt nervous and…kind of afraid.

just before mao could say anything else, a knock could be heard at the door, and yuzuru was swift to open it while holding a pot of tea on his other hand. “speak of the devil! hehe..!” tori giggled at the back, before munching up a biscuit in his mouth. y/n walks in, completely clueless of what tori meant by that, “speak of the devil? were you guys talking about me just now?”

“ah…please don’t mind them..”

“oh…hi, y/n~”

“welcome back, y/n-sama. please do have a seat while i pour you some tea.”

“oh! thank you so much, yuzuru!” as y/n took a seat across from mao’s seat, mao smiles brightly as he greeted them, “how was the festival? did you and your err…friends enjoyed it?” he asks, a bit timid. ritsu notices this small odd behavior of his childhood friend and chuckles; “maa-kun~ you sound discreet right now, y’know?” he pointed out, causing a small startle from the male beside. ritsu laughs along with y/n who giggles. the tea was served right away not for too long, and ritsu left after tsukasa came looking for him right after the festival activities involving the knight idols. yuzuru and tori both excused themselves for a while to talk regarding of family matters mentioning the himemiya family (it wasn’t a real excuse, all tori wanted was for mao and y/n to have alone time—‘reason’s why he dragged yuzuru into his so-called business).

now it was only the two of them in the student council office. mao started to wonder what was taking souma so long. “aha…sorry about this, maybe you should head home first. this work might take a while.”

“i don’t mind waiting.”

“y-you sure? how about your friend?”

y/n tilted their head in confusion, “what about f/n?”

“well, won’t she be waiting for you? i’m sure she might crash into the student council office again…you should really tell her that this office is not just an in and out room, it’s for business staff members only…and people can only come inside with the consent from the members.” mao spoke, not bothering to look eye to eye level with y/n, who just sat there and listened. y/n giggles, “i know, you don’t have to explain that to me. it’s a habit of f/n-chan’s, i’m really sorry if she had bothered your working hours during that time. i had explained to her about the situation as well, and she’s also sorry about it. i hope you can forgive her for her….recklessness.”

mao sighs, his forefinger and thumb pushing the hem of his nose as he leaned himself down onto his chair. “for someone her age, she’s at least got to know that rule, right? i don’t get it. why is she so clingy?” y/n senses perked up and tingled after that sentence….wait a minute…

“aren’t you bothered by how close she is? i pay real attention, and it looks like she wasn’t giving you temporary space at all.”

“mao…”

“i mean, honestly, ritsu can be clingy like her, but goodness she’s another kind. probably because she’s a girl? gah…no, her gender has nothing to do with this…or maybe she’s way too comfortable around you now…hmm…”

“mao.”

y/n’s boyfriend looked up to them after being called (for the second time), and his eyes darted away quickly. “yeah?”

“were you jealous?”

“…”

“…”

silence lingered like an aroma through the air, with the only noise coming from the outside view of cricket’s chirp and the wind churning an endless tune. y/n looked at mao intensely, while the male on the other hand looked straight back into their eyes, feeling lost in them. for a few seconds, he managed to realise what his lover has questioned, and his cheek burns. “h-hah? jealous? about what?”

“about f/n-chan,” y/n replies, this time a cheshire cat smile stretched across their cheeks. nervousness can be sensed in mao’s laughter, an awkward grin dug through as well. “w-wha…? why would i be jealous? she’s your friend, and i’m your boyfriend. the difference is huge.”

“yeah, i know. but were you jealous of earlier?”

“what type of questions are these? if you’re here to distract me from work then i suggest you just go straight home and rest for me,” mao was totally dodging the question, looking away from y/n who was grinning weirdly at him. this was stupid…why would he be jealous of such a small matter like this? y/n’s laughter could be heard, and mao tried all his best to hide the visible redness of his cheeks. “maa-kun~”

“a-are you really calling me by the name ritsu gave me?” y/n teasingly stuck their tongue out, “you were jealous weren’t you?”

“was not..”

another laugh. “it’s ok to be jealous, mao! honest! just confess that you were jealous earlier then—mph!”

y/n’s sentence was cut short, arms clinging to their shoulders as they were pulled forward by a force, lips meeting his, and eyes wide in surprise. a second has passed, and mao gently pulls away from the kiss, and sits back down on his desk, continuing his work.

“why would i be even jealous? i get to do that to you, and she can’t because you’re taken by me already, so she has no chance,” mao says, calmly, before resuming his paperwork. what a new side to the student council president…

***

a/n: aha…happy valentine’s day…?

[honeybeewhereartthee]

Dreaming of You; Dreaming of Fairy tale

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REALITY NOTES MEETS DREAM

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In a place where moons shines bright, a handsome young man who's a knight walks toward the lake that reflected the eternal sky, as he step on the water.

Instead of falling into it, his able to walk through it like there's glass yet fishes all swim around in Glee beneath his footstep.

As he reach the middle of the lake, a white piano that lies there awaiting him. Tracing the edges of the musical instruments a soft smile appear in his face as he takes his seat.

His ruby orbs stared daze for a moment before the first key played and followed by more. A beautiful sounds soon envelope the whole forest and beyond.

In a beautiful castle, people who's fearing the worse yet hoping for the best all hear the beautiful tone of the piano and the voice that travel by the wind spirit.

[ trapped in the forest of sleep, I think of you who I can't be with.]

A sigh of relief almost audible when they all hear it. "Ahahah. He really did it!" The king chuckle as he stood up from his chair in the round table and going to the balcony without caring what the others says.

"Soul song... " Staring at the glowing lake beyond the forest of dreams and nightmare, the kind who was smiling earlier cannot help but sadden when his knights cannot see his face.

"If anything, we could just bring the person here. " He mumbles worried about the unknown.

"But you still agree to let him do what he want, so you better not regret what you did Leo." The silver knight tells the king who don't reply.

"... We can still stop it if you want." The red knight, the youngest suggested. "We all agreed, and we can only hope things will go well." The golden knight says as she looks at her fellow knight, through she too worries about the possible bad outcome of what their dear friend and fellow knight is doing at this moment.

From they all saw the light disappear and the music comes to a stop they felt something is missing. They saw white butterflies fly around them before leaving to the sky and beyond.

"He did it!" Leo cheer before he turn around. "Im going to get some drinks to celebrate!" He quickly reason as tears fall from his eyes, he refuse to let his comrade and friends see this but like him others are crying and sad in their own way.

Tsukasa the youngest is being console by Naru and Sena who's acting tough refuse to let his tears fall but dejected and sadness can be seen in his eyes.

Of course, why won't they? Their friend and fellow knight who is earnest and will make sure his dreams are not just dreams. Even it mean leaving and taking chance to the unknown.

In another world, where you think it's all but a dream lies a world of eternal night. A knight who awaits you in each dream is not just an illusion. It's just that you two are world apart. He just have to make his dreams a reality. To Be in your reality.

"hey! I got us some Ice cream!" Mao called out to you who's waiting for him in the bench in the park, the ice cream man left as he run toward you with the ice cream.

"Yey!" You give a thumbs up to him as you take your ice cream. " Thank you maomao!" You smiles at him earning a chuckle and blushing state. You were enjoying your ice cream when you hear a call of mao name not from a far.

"Maoooo..." You look around and found no one. "Ritsu!" Mao called out as someone from behind the bench ring his arms around mao and rest his head on mao head.

"Nom." You give them a look as you enjoy your Ice cream. "Maoooo did you find a lover already?" The stranger with ruby eyes point at you.

"R-ritsu!!" Mao face turn bright red like his hair by his friend words. "Hmm... Hello... Dear prince/ss " ritsu ignores mao and give you a sweet smile and held your hand and give a kiss on the back of your right hand.

"Let's get along well..." He mumbles as he hugs you too (shameless to put himself between you and mao in the bench)before long his already asleep, holding your hand and mao.

"Gezz.. *sigh.... " Your date cannot help but sigh, he proceed to removes the dry leaves in ritsu hair and clean your face full of chocolate syrup with his handkerchief.

"You two... Why did it seems I'm more like your mom than a date..." He mumbles. "Why a mom? Can you be husband material too." You chuckle as you casually says this. The red haired pause before his face and ears turn become a blushing mess.

"Hard working and caring ... as well very charming young man. I'll be envious of your future spouse cause they'll be super lucky." You added as you finish your ice cream.

"Ah.... " You successfully made your date too baffled to speak. "Hmm. Your correct, dear prince/ss." The sleepy stranger between you two chuckle. "Ah... You seems familiar to someone." He mumbles not remembering much but a soft smile paste on his face as he look at you.

"I felt I meet you before. " "Mao your friend trying to flirt with me." You joked flustered by how close this stranger called ritsu is. "Ritsuuuu..." Mao pulled the other away cause his already intruding your comfort zone as mao notice.

"Why are you in the park anyway?" He cannot help but worry for his friend who seems to have the same thing with sleep like you do.

"I don't know... I forget. I probably sleep walk." The other mumbles staring at mao before looking at you again. "Hey, Do you want two boyfriends?" He gives you a charming smile like his asking you a normal question.

"Huh." -you. "WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?!" - Mao, baffled.

"let's all go date one another~ ahaha ~" the sleepy knight leaks his arms with you two.

"That's not..." Mao wanted to say something when you who think this friend of his is being silly and was silly in the moment (blame the sugar) "okii!" You raise your hand in agreement!

"MC?!" Mao was surprised and flustered. "Okii, first agenda is make mao sleep... His not sleeping very well for few days..." Ritsu point out and you nodded your head. Very worried about mao too. Mao cannot say anything as you two pulled him under a tree and made him sleep where ritsu have some blanket and pillows on.

Since you and ritsu are two sleepy person you two quickly fallen asleep while making sure the red haired mao will not leave and have no choice but sleep. While sighing how his date did not turn out as he wanted, still he don't think it's a bad one.

Before he close his eyes he saw white butterflies flatter around the three of you and slowly succumb to a nice sleep.

[tokusaatsus]

REST DAYS

ft. isara mao

© tokusaatsus 2022

warnings: mentions of overwork

When you peer into the practice room, you will admit that you’re disappointed–but not surprised–to see one Isara Mao fast asleep with his head pillowed on his arms. His hair falls around his face, framing it with a curtain of red. He looks much younger like this, with his face smooth and free of the worrylines that are usually present.

As much as it hurts you to disturb his moment of peacefulness, you know it’s not good for him to stay in that position for too long, or he’ll hurt his neck.

“Mao~” You lilt, gently shaking him awake. Or at the very least, attempting to. Keyword being, attempt. Mao shifts, but doesn’t stir, mumbling softly under his breath. “Mao, you need to wake up~”

He doesn’t, content to curl up on the hardwood desk and you sigh. It seems desperate times still call for desperate measures. You crouch down, slip your hands underneath him, and voila! Suddenly, you have an armful of sleepy Isara Mao.

You set off at a brisk trot for his dorm room.

You must make for a strange sight, you think–Yumenosaki’s current Student Council president and you, the former held bridal-style in your arms. Perhaps they should’ve recruited you for the Ring.A.Bell shuffle… After all, you could have simply bridal-carried everyone! That would’ve added some spunk to the whole thing.

You barge into the Isara-Itsuki-Kiryu-Sena dorm room, startling…thankfully, no one because Sena-senpai and Itsuki-senpai are both still in Florence and Frace, respectively, and Kiryu-senpai is busy with something that you didn’t care enough to know the details of.

“Mm… Y/N?” Green eyes blink up at you dazedly as you deposit your cargo onto his bed, tucking him under the covers. One sleepy magician, all packaged up! 

“The one and only!” You agree. “Good morning, sleeping beauty.”

“W… What’re we doing?” Mao’s voice slurs, still heavy with the allure of sleep and you giggle softly.

“Well! I’m glad you asked, because you are going to take a nice long nap in your comfy bed and I am going to hunt down some victims–I mean, willing helpers–to finish up the rest of your StuCo work.”

“Wait!” Mao yelps, trying to squirm out of his nest of blanket burritos. “Wait, wait, um, please don’t go…” You tilt your head, a little confused. He pats the bed next to him. “Sorry, I just… Stay with me?” He looks at you pleadingly, and you heave a dramatic exhale.

“Okay, I guess…” You plop down and snuggle close, snaking your arms around his waist and pulling him flush against you: back pressed against your chest. “That means spooning time,” You say wisely. Mao stammers.

“Wh-I–You–!?”

You hush him, tracing soothing circles against the flesh of his stomach. “Be quiet, Mao, we’re snuggling.”

“R-right,” Mao nods, determinedly. His face is nearly as red as his hair. It’s cute. He’s cute. You consider opening your mouth to tell him, but you fear it might be too much for his poor little heart to handle, and so you simply let out a jaw-breaking yawn. “That’s all it is. We’re just c-cuddling. Just two friends, in the same bed, spooning.” HIs voice breaks on the last word and his breathing picks up. “Nothing to worry about. Cuddling. Spooning. That-that’s all.”

“Mao,” You interrupt. You have no energy to deal with any crises, emotional or otherwise. “If you don’t shut up and go to sleep right now, I swear to God you’re going to regret it.”

He falls silent. A coward he might be, but at least he has some sense of sanity, you think fondly. Pressing a quick kiss to the back of his neck, you chirp. “Happy birthday, Workaholic-san. Your gift today is me, and so I’m all yours~”

A beat of silence, then: “W-WHAT?!”

notes!

WC: 634 words

reze txt happy (belated) birthday mao! our incredible magician! may you continue to support your friends and be supported in turn <3

taglist: @prpne @gabirii @kazemiya @engurishu @kkomaism @asbestieos @mikctp @lilikags @lolthia @unwantedsleep @hasumilvr @head-full-of-empty @pr3tty-jennie @narumika

[esidolmail]

Dear Mao

Thank you for inspiring me daily to move forward and strive to achieve my goals.

I admire you very much and I will not stop supporting you at any time!

Atte: Camila

For @misswritermuse

[gentaro-kinniecom]

“Oh you haven’t kissed anyone yet? Neither have I, maybe we could..?”

Characters: Adonis Otogari, Tatsumi Kazehaya, Yuzuru Fushimi, Tsumugi Aoba, Kanata Shinkai, Leo Tsukinaga, Mika Kagehira, Hinata Aoi, Mao Isara and Niki Shina

Cw: fluff! Silly kisses and flustered (?) characters, Keito being mom coded in Mao’s part HELPP, idk what else to say except that..I really enjoyed writing this

A/n: Hi guys! I went missing for like 2 months (school has been absolutely brutal) but anyways, I hope y’all enjoy this silly post, also the reader is the one who tells them that, not the character towards the reader (i hope it made sense 😓)

Adonis Otogari

“Huh?” what the first thing Adonis replied to when he heard your question. He seriously thought he’d heard wrong and blushed a bit as he ran the words over and over again in his head, he really wanted to kiss you. Especially since he’s had a crush on you for a while, so Adonis gently brings you closer and kisses you. He apologizes later on even, if you didn’t mind the kiss and he’ll try to properly court you afterwards.

-“Can we go on a date? I insist, you’re a wonderful person to be around with”

Tatsumi Kazehaya

Tatsumi gets embarrassed at the suggestion, he didn’t expect such a bold statement coming from you. He’ll decline the offer, saying that it would be ‘unpleasant’ to kiss if you’re not in a relationship…Tatsumi changes his mind when you suggest trying things out as a couple. Going on dates and listening to his rants about..anything really. He doesn’t want to admit how badly he wants to kiss you, so he does, with no hesitation.

-“Now that we’re together..I suppose you don’t mind me showing you my affection, hm?”

Yuzuru Fushimi

Nearly drops his tray of tea when you said that. You noticed the change in his attitude, a bit flustered and shy as he offered you some tea. Tori was out to visit Eichi and Wataru was practicing for another show, meaning it was the given moment to spend time with Yuzuru. As much as he wanted to leave, he couldn’t help but want to kiss you. Yuzuru was now grabbing your chin softly and leaning in, parting away as he smiled.

-“It seems a date is in order? I would be delighted to show you some of the best sights in the city”

Tsumugi Aoba

Similar to Yuzuru except, he dropped the books he was holding and quickly got down to get them back. Yet, you were helping him, and he got more nervous and shy. However, Tsumugi grabbed your hand, whisking you away to a more secluded area to kiss you. He confessed that he liked you since the day you’ve met and it all felt like a dream when you asked him that.

-“I would’ve never guessed that a day like today..we would kiss in the library, but, I’m definitely not complaining..”

Kanata Shinkai

His face remained puzzled as he asked you to repeat the question again. Kanata smiled as he heard it once more, pulling you towards the waves of the ocean as he wrapped his arms around you. It was usual for him to be so affectionate with you..but as his lips neared yours, you felt your breath hitch. Your clothes were wet by the time you both left the fountain; Kanata was now holding your hand softly while kissing you

-“Hehe~ I like ‘spending’ time with you..do you want to go on a ‘date’ with me~?”

Leo Tsukinaga

He straight up just laughs and begins writing on the notebook you gifted him a while back for his birthday. Soon holding it up for you as you read the lyrics of a song Leo had thought of the moment you told him that. Suddenly, you felt him kiss your hand before moving to kiss you softly. He moved his hands to your face, still kissing you while smiling and parting away for air, wishing that moment lasted forever.

-“I was hoping you’d say that sometime, you give me so much inspiration~! I’ll make sure to dedicate you even more songs from now on!”

Mika Kagehira

Mika was sewing quietly when he heard your suggestion. Hands shaky as he stopped what he was crafting. He was lucky Shu had gone to deliver some important outfits, meaning he wasn’t returning until a long time. Mika then looked your way, admiring your features as he then got up. Grabbing your face with both hands as he leaned in, kissing you dearly.

-“I..sorry, I really like you Y/n, and..well..I want to spend time with you..anywhere”

Hinata Aoi

It all started like a joke to him, he couldn’t believe you were serious about it afterwards, his brother found out and listened in to what he thought about it. Hinata had a crush on you since ever, everything about you was so perfect in his eyes. He felt at comfort for the way you knew who he was and not confuse him with his brother often. After thinking about it he accepted the offer, taking you to the roof and kissing you softly. Smiling as he admired your features

- “I’m glad I met you, you’re so wonderful I…I get speechless whenever I’m around you”

Mao Isara

Keito coughed a bit, making his presence noticeable in the student council’s room as Mao blushed, he heard it even if you whispered it? Keito just sighed and left the room, warning Isara not to do anything..out of the ordinary while he was gone. But, he just allowed that to happen.. Mao saw as you sat down beside him, grabbing his hand as he smiled; he nodded while leaning forward, you kissed him quickly before Mao then pulled you back for another one.

-“I know we shouldn’t kiss here but..what’s one small kiss going to change? I have the perfect place for our lunch, if you want to join me afterwards”

Niki Shiina

His brain kinda just..stopped (?) working the moment you spoke, the food that he was making nearly burned as he quickly turned the stove off since it was already done. Niki couldn’t help but wonder if he heard right. He noticed how you looked around the kitchen, smiling and helping him prep the food for his unit-mates. After being alone, he thought about it for sometime, grabbing your hand softly and bringing you back to the kitchen to kiss you softly against the counter

-“You’re so cute when you help me around, we should bake together sometime..”

[poetryandfluffycats]

hihihi can i req mao being like really rough but praising u alot throughout it ?? hopefully that made sense, i love ur work btw !! <33

A/N: mao fuckers your dinner has been served

Pairing: Mao Isara x fem!reader

Content: You never get to see your boyfriend due to his work as an idol and your own busy lifestyle. So, when you do see each other, all that pent up energy from the time you were apart comes to life.

Warnings: NSFW, penetration sex(p in v), barely any preparation, making out, neck biting, hair pulling, very small amount of knee riding, rough sex, praise, kinda pussydrunk mao

Words: 1.7k

NSFW oneshot under cut!

It was more than often that Mao got horny when you weren't around, which when you thought about it, was a lot of the time. Neither of you could ever get your schedules to line up, leading to dry spells that went on for weeks at a time and lonely night after lonely night with his hand down his pants and your name on his lips. And, if you were being honest, you found yourself in the same position most nights as well.

It was safe to say that the two of you were both extremely pent up, and just about ready to explode when you did see each other.

/------

"God, I missed you so much"

Maos hands held you in a earth shattering grip as he pushed you up against the wall, lips attacking your own in a sloppy kiss. There had been no lead up to it. No 'hello', 'how are you', nothing. The very second the door to his dorm was shut behind you he was pulling you in, pushing you up against the kitchen wall and was all over you like a bad rash.

Not that you minded of course, this was exactly what you had come over for.

You were weak in his hold, not able to do anything expect melt into his touch and let him have his way with you. A moan bubbled from your throat as his knee came up, nudging itself in between your legs and delivering that delicious friction your core had been begging for. Your hands flew up to the back of his head and clamped around his red locks, tugging with a force that made him whine in pain and his already half-hard cock twitch in his pants.

"Shit, Mao, slow down!~" You managed to pull away to catch your breath, but only for a spilt second before Mao dove right back in. Teeth tugged into your bottom lip and his tongue slipped into the cave of your mouth, battling with your own in a way that some would deem animalistic."Mao!"

It was hard to tell whether the noises coming from you were whines of protest or moans of pleasure. Probably the latter given the way your pussy clenched around nothing and leaked due to his actions, something that he could definitely feel through the very thin fabric of your leggings.

Mao pulled away from your lips with a loud 'pop!', a string of drool still connecting the two of you together. His eyes were blown completely widen with lust, his pupils nearly blacking out the blue of his irises. "Can't, 'm sorry I just... fuck, want you so bad right now" Once again he dove in, going for your neck this time. "You smell so good"

You kept your hands clenched tight in his hair as he continued his assault, each nibble at your neck sending a million waves of electricity down your spine and into your lower belly, a similar feeling to if you had walked straight into an electric fence. It was a feeling that no matter how many times you felt it it never ever got tiring, the moans that slipped from your throat being proof of that.

Maos hands found their way to your hips and he pulled you up by them, your legs wrapping around his waist to stay balanced as he rutted his erection against you. Sometimes you forgot just how strong he was. He could use this bare strength to throw you halfway across the room with little to no effort at all, and yet he chose to use it to hold you close as if you were his lifeline. It was oddly romantic, in a weird way.

"I'm gonna fuck you right here, okay?" His voice was muffled by the skin of your neck but the lust behind his tone was enviable. "You have no idea how much I've been wanting this, christ, every night I've been dreaming of you, dreaming of this pussy. You're so good, so fucking good"

It was like you were a teenage virgin again, desperately humping his knee for any type of relief for that growing knot in your chest. Maos words had your head spinning like you were drunk and yet you were completely sober. His touch was intoxicating, him alone was intoxicating. Just the right amount of everything you could have possibly ever needed.

"Please, just fuck me already, can't handle being teased.." Your whimpers and whines were like sweet music to your partners ears as they split from your mouth, a melody of pleads that he could listen to for hours upon hours.

That's if had any patience. Unfortunately for you, he didn't.

Suddenly, your legs were dropped from around Maos waist and he was bending you over the kitchen counter. Your ass hung high in the ass and nudged against the raging strain in his pants, the only thing keeping the two of you apart being the flimsy, cheap fabric of your leggings and the denim of his jeans. You were sure that both of those restrictions would be gone soon enough, anyway.

A single veiny hand came up to rest in your hair, tugging your head back whilst the other hand made quick use of his belt. The metal hit the ground with a 'clink!' noise that rang throughout the whole dorm. The sound was followed swiftly by the sound of a zipper being undone, the rustling of jeans falling to the floor, and finally the slapping of Maos cock hitting his stomach as it was freed from his boxers.

"Mao, please-"

"Your beautiful, (name)"

The head of his cock brushed against your clothed ass, earning a low hiss from Mao, and his hand that was once pulling your hair now coming down to tug at the waistband of your leggings and panties. "I'm not gonna prep you, gonna fuck you nice and raw, okay? Can you take it?"

You nodded your head yes. God, yes. You wanted him to completely ruin you from the inside out, to make your hole a mold for his cock. It felt as if you were wet enough to fill an entire olympic swimming pool, that's how long-and how much-you had been wanting and waiting for this. Mao seemed to get that message pretty quick, and within a matter of seconds both your pants and your panties were being ripped off your body. Sometimes you liked to joke and call Mao a tiger, because of his spiky red hair and general 'cat-like' attitude at times. But right now? It felt like the joke was on you.

At last, the tip of his cock met your aching heat. It had a cold and slimy feeling to it, one that made you shudder at the contact and buck your hips backwards to met his. The action earned you a blissful groan from Mao, and one very light smack to your ass. Both had you mewling.

"Good girl, you're so good. Are you ready for me?"

"Stop teasing me! Of course I'm ready-ah!"

Before you could finish your sentence Mao was pushing himself deep inside you, stretching you beyond your own limits due to the lack of preparation. Your entire body burned with pleasure, and in no world did you ever think that pain could be this fun. Strings of babbles and moans were ripped from your throat, none of them even remotely intelligent, but it was enough to let Mao know how good you were feeling.

"So tight, feels like you're gonna crush me" Mao whined, leaning forward-making it so you were trapped under his weight-to press a sloppy kiss to the back of your neck. "My girl, all mine yeah? I could fuck you forever and never get bored, your perfect"

The feeling of his thick length inside you was brainrotting. The veins along his shaft rubbed and prodded the walls of your pussy, and if you could look down to see your stomach you were sure there would be a bugle he was so deep. Your body tried desperately to adjust to his size, but every time you felt that delicious pain go away it was like he grew an inch bigger, just enough to torture you.

"Ma-Mao! 's too big!~" Your mind had turned to such mush that you couldn't even think any coherent thoughts, the only words in your brain being his name and 'please' over and over again. "Too much!"

"Shh, its okay baby, it'll feel good in a bit. You can do it" He cooed into your ear, and you could feel the faint outline of a smile on his lips. "I'm not gonna last long, shit, just hold on for me"

You nodded, or at least you think you did. You might have just moaned and sobbed a bit more, but whatever you did, it was enough permission for Mao to start moving.

His pace was rough and fast from the get-go, never giving you a moments peace as his rammed his cock in and out of you. Each thrust had you shaking, screaming, gripping onto the marble counter for dear life and for sure leaving starches all over the surface. The very tip of his cock brushed ever so slightly over your cervix, something that felt like it should hurt but instead made you see stars. That mixed with his balls slapping against your clit, it was enough to drive you mad if you weren't already.

"That's it, fuck, you're amazing" Maos praises were rushed and breathless as he neared his high, thrusts becoming sloppy as ever. "You're gorgeous like this. I love you, I love you so much"

And just like that, you were cumming. All over his cock, all over the floor, all over the counter, everywhere. It was the quickest and messiest orgasm you had ever had, and yet it still had you feeling like you had gone to heaven and back. Your walls clenched tightly around him, milking him for all he was worth and squirting your juices all over.

That feeling was too much for Mao, and had him releasing his seed into you not long after your explosive high. It filled you up to the brim, coating your insides white and some of it was even dripping out of your hole and onto the ground beneath you. Mao thrusted once, twice, and then a third time before slumping over on top of you, body completely limp from exhaustion.

"Holy shit, (name)..." The both of you took a few seconds to regain yourselves before Mao spoke again, a breathless laugh leaving his lips. "I think I just saw God"

You snorted at that. "Yeah. Yeah, me too"

[manytoonepoet13]

Heartbeat.

One, two, three.

Every beat of my heart, it is no longer for me.

Instead, it is for a work of art.

Something that's more worthy for beats.

[darlingmaakun]

you should talk abt your nsfw thoughts on mao 😏 would love to see what others think about this guy when it comes to sexy times

mao nsfw headcannons

pairing — mao isara x gn ! reader

authors note — I LOVE MAO SOO MUCH I VERBALLY SCREAMED WHEN I GOT THIS ASK!! i have so much stuff to say about him so lemme know if anyones interested in a part two! (send me mao reqs to be my favorite)

word count — 408

i think it would take a good 5 or so months for you guys to do it for the first time

hes a pretty romantic guy, so he kisses you a lot during it and goes veeerrryyy slow

every little thrust is partnered with an “i love you” or any other sort of praise

speaking of, he’s very vocal

definitely whimpers oh my god i love this man so much

he loves to use his mouth on you !

he could eat you out / suck you off for hours on end

one of those people that puts your pleasure above his

thigh guy!!!! loves the thighs

with all that being said though, once you guys get used to it and are comfortable, he can get rough

nothing too too much, but he ends up going a lot faster and harder than he intends to

his hands always have to be touching you in some way, whether that be your face, your legs, you waist, whatever

he has a praise kink so use that to your advantage

i love the idea of pinning him down and riding him crazy

i know that boy is so overwhelmed between being the student council president, idol work, & taking care of ritsu, he needs to be sucked off once in a while

he has on multiple occasions sent you a text asking you to come over to the student council office, only to bend you over his desk so that he can relieve some stress.

or he might have you suck him off under his desk while he does paper work, might wanna be quiet though because he’s expecting yuzuru to come back any minute now

his favorite position is missionary, he loves to kiss you and whisper praises in your ear.

aftercare with him includes many cuddles, many kisses, many warm blankets, and one long nap. he also tries to nonchalantly give you his shirt to wear after (he’s a blushing mess, so say yes to make him feel better) 

overall, mao is an amazing boyfriend. and even though i just went on a whole rant about how he would be during sex, he cares more about the romantic and fluffy part of the relationship. he loves you so much he’s happy he gets to be with you in bed or out on a date !! 

[koihanwrites]

ENSTARRIES WHERE ARE Y'ALL AT !? (lookin 4 mutuals)

I am a huge Natsume and Esu fan ★ knightsP and SwitchP

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[sucrows]

OKAY I thought about it and I’m going to be predictable. collar and breed with mao…mao being the one collared but the one breeding afab reader. looking forward to more of your writing! -rei

hahahahaha 🫵🫵🫵 mao simp 🫵🫵🫵 hahahaha

[ BREED ]; the sender attempts to breed the receiver [ COLLAR  ] ;  the sender puts a collar on the receiver. (AFAB Reader)

(NSFW UNDER CUT)

Mao is more than out of breath as he ruts into you over and over again. His neck is straining against the smooth leather tight around his throat while he tries to get closer and closer to you. He has you on your back, legs pushed up as close to your chest as he can manage and using all his weight to push down on you and thrust down into you- a mating press. It’s mind-numbingly good the way his cockhead presses against the walls of your cunt and push ever so slightly deeper with every movement. 

Your mind is fuzzy but he’s not any better than you as he gasps out a thank you when you yank on the chain connecting your hand to his neck. He’s too sweet for his own good, you sometimes think, as he takes the harsh treatment without a moment of hesitation. 

Heat builds in the both of you and in the air in between you two. Every single point of contact on your skin. The subtle changes in his body course through your own just as strongly as his- just how good he’s feeling- just how much he wants you... an intoxicating, addicting sensation. He’s close, oh so close, you can tell in the way he presses against you harder, the way his body stutters and trembles in exertion.... 

You pull him in ever closer by the chain- another gasping moan leaves him- and lock your legs behind his back, ankles crossed tight. His body reacts accordingly, and his hips hardly leave your own while he grinds against you. 

He gets closer and closer, things get hotter and hotter, until neither of you can hold it anymore, and he’s releasing into you as deeply as he can reach while you bring your face to his to make him drink in the sounds you make. 

[ninani06]

— If you failed the test again, i'll always teach you.

[ Isara Mao x f!reader ]

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Isara Mao, the diligent student council president and one of the top students in his class, sat awkwardly in his childhood friend's room. His gaze fell upon the paper in his hand—a glaring red "57" scrawled across the top corner.

A sheepish chuckle escaped his lips, an uncharacteristic sound of uncertainty. He glanced up from the paper to you, his sharp green eyes softening as he took in your nervous demeanor. You sat across from him, avoiding his gaze, your fingers fidgeting with the edge of your sleeve.

“So, uh... this is a surprise,” Mao finally broke the silence, a tentative grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Care to explain?"

You quickly slap your hands together in an apologetic pose. “I swear I studied so many times, but some of these questions just don’t make sense to me!”

The boy with his mangenta hair let out a soft sigh, his shoulders slumping slightly. He knew all too well about your struggles with math. Year after year, you’d scrape by—thanks only to his patient tutoring. Without him, you’d probably still be stuck retaking the same grade.

Reaching into his bag, Isara Mao retrieved his pencil case with a resigned smile. “Alright, let me take a look at your mistakes. I’ll explain where you went wrong.”

His words brought a delighted smile to your face. Before he could react, you grabbed his hand, causing him to jolt. “Thank you, Mao!” you exclaimed.

Before he could reply, you jumped to your feet, heading for the door. “Wait here! I’ll grab us some snacks!” you chirped, and with a cheerful slam of the door, you left the room.

Alone, Mao stared at the door, his heart still pounding. Slowly, he raised the hand you had held to his face, feeling a faint blush creep across his cheeks. With a sigh that carried equal parts exasperation and fondness, he muttered under his breath, “How am I supposed to focus now...?”

Even though the two of you had been childhood friends for as long as you could remember, holding hands had once been a casual, natural gesture between you. But as the years passed, those moments became fewer and far between.

He had embarked on the busy path of becoming an idol, while you poured your energy into studying to become a producer. Life had grown more complicated. Gone were the days of easily holding hands in school hallways or strolling together on the streets.

Now, such things felt too risky—his friends would tease him endlessly if they caught him, and it might even raise eyebrows among his fans.

But, truth be told, there was another reason. Mao had developed a crush on you. Yes, a crush—the classic, heart-fluttering kind that a high school boy, student council president, and rising idol like Isara Mao probably shouldn’t have had... yet couldn’t stop himself from feeling.

It was unspoken and entirely one-sided—at least from his perspective. You were far too oblivious to notice the way his gaze lingered when you weren’t looking, or how he would find small excuses to spend time with you.

In fact, almost everyone at school seemed to have picked up on it. They’d tease you sometimes, jokingly hinting at Mao’s feelings. But to their amusement (and his frustration), you were always too innocent to understand what they meant.

To Mao, it was equal parts endearing and agonizing. How could someone so sharp in their ambitions be so utterly clueless when it came to his heart?

The door opened, revealing you balancing a tray piled high with snacks and drinks. Mao couldn’t help but sweatdrop at the sight. “You didn’t have to bring so much! We’re only going to be studying for a little while,” he said, his tone laced with exasperation.

You sat down beside him—a move that caught him off guard—your carefree grin in full view. “But I’m hungry! Is that okay?” you replied with a lighthearted shrug.

Mao let out a small laugh, his expression softening as he reached out to ruffle your hair. “Alright, fine. Just promise me you’ll eat slowly, okay?” He knew you all too well. Your habit of wolfing down food so quickly that no one could see where it had gone never ceased to amaze him.

“I know, I know! I’m all grown up now, remember?” you said with a playful pout as you began opening one of the snacks and setting everything on the table.

Mao let out a quiet sigh, shaking his head. “Sure, ‘grown up,’” he murmured under his breath, his green eyes flickering with amusement. But as he watched your carefree manner, a pang of helpless hit him. For someone who proudly claimed they’d grown up, how could you be so oblivious to love?

He rested his cheek against his palm, hiding the faint blush creeping onto his face. “Rare doesn’t even begin to cover it,” he thought to himself.

The two of you finally turned your attention to the task at hand. Mao patiently walked you through each problem, explaining the answers and solutions step by step to ensure you understood. You, in turn, diligently took notes, scribbling tips and explanations into your notebook with determination.

“What if I fail the test again...?” you muttered under your breath, the words slipping out before you even realized it.

Mao paused mid-sentence, his gaze lifting to meet yours. For a moment, there was silence, and then a gentle smile crept across his face.

“If you fail the test again,” he said softly, “I’ll keep teaching you until you get it.”

His voice was steady, filled with unwavering sincerity. He knew the consequences—more hours of tutoring, more teasing from his friends, and even more tests to prepare you for. But none of that mattered to him.

What mattered was that he could be there for you. That he could help, support, and—just maybe—see your bright, radiant smile when you finally succeeded.

The session continued as Mao patiently explained problem after problem, his voice steady and calm. Time slipped by, and an hour had already passed. Lost in his teaching, it took him a moment to realize just how quiet the room had grown—too quiet.

Turning to check on you, Mao’s words caught in his throat. You had fallen asleep, your head resting on your hand, your features softened in peaceful slumber.

Mao couldn’t help but smile. He had seen this happen every single time he tutored you. It was almost like a routine—your energy slowly fading as he explained, until you finally drifted off.

Leaning his cheek on his palm, Mao allowed himself a moment to admire your face. His expression softened further, though he let out a tiny sigh. "I probably look like a stalker right now," he thought, shaking his head at himself. But even so, he couldn’t look away.

It was rare for him to see you like this—or at all, lately. With his idol duties keeping him busy and your own studies taking up most of your time, your interactions at school were few and fleeting.

The only times he saw you were brief lunches or when you stopped by the student council room under some playful excuse. Moments like these, where he could just be with you, felt fleeting and precious.

Your elbow slipped, causing your head to fall from your palm. Mao’s reflexes kicked in as his hand darted out, catching the side of your head just in time.

He let out a sigh of relief, his heart racing as he steadied you. "That was close," he murmured to himself. If he hadn’t caught you, you would’ve ended up with a sore head—or worse.

Knowing he couldn’t keep this position for long, Mao glanced around and spotted a pillow nearby. With his free hand, he carefully grabbed it and placed it on the table.

Gently, he guided your head onto the soft surface, making sure you were comfortable before slowly pulling his hand away. Once free, he pressed that hand to his chest, taking a deep breath to steady himself. “I almost had a heart attack,” he muttered, his cheeks tinged pink.

Looking at you, still peacefully asleep, he felt his shoulders relax. A small smile graced his lips as he moved to tidy up. He gathered your scattered notebook and pencil case, placing them neatly to the side.

As he arranged your things, he noticed your notebook filled with notes, your handwriting scattered all over the pages. Mao paused for a moment, running his fingers lightly over the paper.

A sense of pride swelled in his chest. You had been listening carefully, trying your best to understand and improve. It wasn’t perfect, but the effort you put in was unmistakable.

A quiet sense of pride welled up within him as he took in the effort you’d poured into understanding the material. It wasn’t perfect, but every detail showed how determined you were to improve.

The magenta-haired boy rested his arms on the table, laying his head on them as he quietly admired your peaceful, sleeping face. His hand reached out absentmindedly, gently grabbing a strand of your hair and twirling it between his fingers.

Your hair was soft, and its familiar lavender scent reached him—the signature fragrance of your favorite flower and the shampoo you always used. He smiled faintly, the nostalgic smell soothing him in a way only you could.

Bringing the strand closer, Mao carefully tucked it back into place before pressing a gentle kiss to it. He closed his eyes for a brief moment, savoring the fleeting act, before opening them again to look at your face.

His heart beat faster as a thought crossed his mind. Shifting slightly, he leaned closer, his face mere inches from yours. A flush spread across his cheeks, but he couldn’t stop himself.

With careful precision, Mao kissed your cheek. The kiss was brief soft, simple, and warm. As he pulled back, his chest felt tight, his heart thudding wildly. It wasn’t much, but to him, it was enough. That small, quiet moment was everything he needed.

Quickly returning to his original position, Mao crossed his arms on the table and rested his head again. Letting out a tired yawn, he slowly began to drift off to sleep.

Unbeknownst to him, your eyes fluttered open. The warmth on your cheek lingered, and you instinctively reached up to touch the spot, your face turning pink. You had been awake for just long enough to see everything.

Your gaze fell on Mao’s peaceful sleeping face, his soft breaths steady and calm. A quiet laugh escaped you as you moved closer, your blush deepening. Leaning in, you gently kissed his cheek, mirroring his earlier action.

Pulling back, you whispered, “Dummy...” with a fond smile. Your fingers lightly brushed through his magenta locks, fixing stray strands so you could see his face more clearly.

“Next time... do it more carefully,” you murmured softly, your heart fluttering as you watched him sleep. A quiet giggle followed, and you stayed there for a moment longer, admiring him.

[umiewrites]

🍢🥩🍿 with mao mayhaps? 😉

Ask and thou shall receive...

This or that, NSFW Ask game

Nsfw under the cut.

Ask game here!

🍢 Edging or overstimulation?

Giving: Overstimulation. He doesn't have the heart to edge his partners and if he does, it's never for long. He just can't resist those pleas and whines, begging for him to let them cum. Plus with sex being a major stress relief, he doesn't wanna hold back either. Eventually he thrusts in and out at a feverish pace, panting like a dog as he felt both himself and his partner overstimulated so fast. He doesn't have much to go for multiple rounds, but he can absolutely wreck both himself and his partner in those given few rounds. By the end of it, he's overstimulated too... But both him and his partner felt good, and that's what matters.

Receiving: Overstimulation. God knows how stressed he gets, given how much responsibilities he has both as an idol, and as student council president. Sex is his major stress relief, so he really doesn't like to wait, if possible. Edging would feel good, but he just feels more frustrated given it gets too much. He'd rather be overstimulated and have it all pleasure him at once, for a fast but equally pleasurable outcome. He wants to forget everything and relax, he wants to have his brain rendered stupid for a bit. He wants to babble senseless words and moan stupid every time his cum shoots out. And with how overwhelmingly good the shivers feel when he's so sensitive, that's just how he likes it.

🥩 Blindfolds or handcuffs?

Giving: Handcuffs. Not so much as handcuffs, but he would like to restrain his partner if given the chance, so he can really lean into his role to give them pleasure however they'd like it. He wants that. He wants to be a service top, restraining his partner's hands not so they'd struggle for control, but so they'd relax and know they won't need to anyways. His hands will do everything for them.

Receiving: Blindfolds. When he's on the receiving end of sex, he really doesn't want to think about a thing. He wants to forget and just feel, and having him not see a thing so he can only perceive pleasure and sound? Perfect.

🍿Public sex or filming?

Public sex. It's more of a fantasy, since he'd never have the balls to do this. He's imagined countless times about getting dirty in the student council room, over the desk where anyone can walk in and see. Whether it's him doing the deed or receiving, doesn't matter. He's thought about it way too many times, and he's guilty of popping so many boners in there, on his desk, and cumming into some tissues to the thought of it. Making sure to clean it because he knows that meticulous Yuzuru would be able to tell instantly.

[honeybeewhereartthee]

DREAMING OF YOU; DREAMING OF FAIRY TALE

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"hold on tight, MC." Mao says as you seat on the backseat of the bike he brought with him. You circle your arms around his wrist to not fall off, he froze for a moment but chuckle.

"Geez... Don't worry Ill make sure will arrive in the spot in time!" He says before he start to paddle. "I trust you, mao so I don't worry that much." You commented as you felt the soft breeze of the wind blows around you two as you went zooming with the bike.

You see the scenery that you two passes by. It's calm and peaceful. The wind that softly carry wind from a far birds singing and all those, and the face you did not sleep well last night.

You start to doz off and leaning against Mao 's back you snooze off to dream land. Your friend who notice you stopped pointing out things you seen in the street with the weight of you leaning against him realize you have fallen asleep.

"Oh man..." He chuckle hopeless but made sure to carefully ride the bike to not let you fall off or waken you up. It's a good thing that's there's only few people and vehicles out in the street.

He remembers that a few days ago, his friends have dragged him into a secret meeting in a local food stool ( clearly not asking to be treated by him/lies) and start to tease him how he have no rizz and cannot even ask you out in a date.

... Few days ago.

"Mao I'm going to chat with MC cause you have no back bones. " Soob says to him as he take out his phone to chat with you. You replied as a derange 24/7 online person would do which made Subaru smile in devious manner.

"now time to ask them out for you --" yet before the ensemble stars can frank out say that mao want a date with you, mao have taken his phone and change the sentence about him asking a question instead.

"HEY!" Subaru frown as he takes his phone back from mao, he look at the chat and look at disapproval at his friend as he still refuse to ask such question directly.

"Geez. Your lame sometimes, mao. Anyway, what should we ask them..." Soob thought about it as he stop mao from stealing his phone again. "Let's see. Let's ask them if they want a outside date or not." The annoying orange chuckle as he send the chat.

"Obviously they rather stay at home." Mao replied before your text arrive which is almost the same answer you replied with. Making soob look at mao like his some creep. "How did you know that? You stalker." Soob pointed out making mao blush.

"N-no! Of course they'll rather sleep or watch anime. I would too if I'm not busy..." The short king can't even say more as soob is looking at him even more strangely.

"STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT!" -mao.

"Fine. For the next question. Since bike is a romantic or scooter." Hokke have stolen the phone from soob to ask the next question.

"Bike." Just as soob taken his phone back and your reply have been sent, the annoying orange and leader of the group give a look at mao as mao have said the same thing you choice.

"what?" -mao. "Creepy~ worm in mc belly. Can't even ask them out." Soob sing along as he ask the next question as suggested by Yuuki. About the couple outfit.

"It depend which outfit. I remember they want the Danganronpa jacket..." Mao who cannot help but look at the phone too commented and the three now giving him a look. A look of disbelief.

"Geez mao you sure your not a tape worm?" Subaru commented "then what do you think would their answer be. Flowers or plush?"

"Plush. Since they like cute things." Mao chuckle as he remembers you eyeing some plush from online shops and putting them to cart yet never order them cause no budget for it at the moment. "..." The three who saw your reply once again give a look at mao and went to ask a last question.

"Romantic dinner or Ice cream tape worm mao." "A dinner needs a reservation. It would been fine but knowing them they would rather enjoy many flavors of ice cream... Ah I think I owe them some ice cream." Mao remembers you jamming his inbox with reels about him treating you in an ice parlor date every other day.

"Uwahhh... What a creep." With Subaru words, hokke and even Yuuki cannot help but nodded as they witness mao being a all knowing about your preference very well yet a coward to even use it to his advantage!

... present time

Thinking of the past made mao not notice the cat that is passing by. He quickly made a break before he can hit the black cat. You were awaken by the sudden break. "Huh...?" You look what cause it and saw a black cat seating in the middle of the road. "What a cute cat." You commented. "Oh, mc. I'm sorry for waking you up." Mao quickly apologize to you. He felt bad for waking you up in such manner.

"It's okii." You yawn as you two watch the cat walks toward you two and circle around you two and even went to seat on your lap to look at you as if seeing if your the one it's looking for but realizing it's not you. The cat went off your lap and went to his merry way like it did not almost went flat by a bike.

"What a weird cat." You commented. "Yup, it's so eerie it's like human eyes staring at us." Mao added before he and you continue your trip to the ice cream parlor. Not from a far the cat that was watching you two leave disappear into the shadow into the next place he need to cheek to find his owner.

[valeriele3]

Fever Dream

Multiple Fandoms x GN!Reader Characters: Mao Isara, Trey Clover, Kaedehara Kazuha, Shikanoin Heizou, Ritsu Sakuma Warnings: Besides cringe and bad grammar, nothing

This is currently incomplete and only contains Mao! I will edit in the other parts when it releases. I’m so sorry for the wrong tags

There you lay on your bed, tired and quite clearly sick.

You felt utterly terrible, but it'll all go away with a bit of sleep, right?

And so, that's what you did. You close your eyes and let the oncoming sleepiness take you to dreamland.

While sleeping, you sense a figure looming over you.

Which you would normally ignore had you been staying at your parents' house, but guess what? You weren't there right now. You were currently staying at your apartment, which you certainly didn't share with anyone.

Quickly stirring awake, you grab the lapel of the intruder's clothes, put your arm near the armpit, and throw them over.

You were about to bash their head in with the nearby book you had, but you paused when you heard them groan in pain.

'That voice sounds familiar..' you thought, and upon looking much closer to the intruder, you see Mao Isara on the ground.

Hold up, MAO ISARA?!?! THAT MAO ISARA?!?

That didn't make any sense; Mao wasn't real; he's a fictional character!

'What if he's a robber in a cosplay!?' The thought was absurd, but hey, the current situation itself was absurd.

You were pulled away from your thoughts by the sudden voice that entered the space.

"Oww..What'd you hit me for..? That hurt" The robber cosplayer mumbled

You observed the man once more and finally noticed how your surroundings were different.

This room wasn't your bedroom; hell, this place wasn't even your apartment!

So that means that this intruder didn't just invade your home but also kidnapped you while you were asleep!

"-ello? Y/N? Are you alright?"

"You aren't sick, are you?" The man puts the back of his palm to your forehead.

"Geez! You're burning up! C'mon, let's get you to your room." The man hurriedly ushers you to what you now presume to be your bedroom.

Why did you just let the man basically drag you to your "bedroom" without putting up a fight? You honestly don't know yourself, but what you do know is that you're feeling ill. Very ill

After laying you down, the man rushed to get some medicine and, apparently, soup.

Hearing the bedroom door shut seemed to shake you out of your stupor.

You then begin to assess the situation.

'Alright, so the last thing I remember doing is falling asleep in bed. Then I suddenly awoke in this mysterious house. apartment? dorm? and, uh, a weird kidnapper who likes to cosplay."

‘I could probably escape through the window, but seeing how high up this place is, I would definitely break my legs, which isn’t ideal if I want to escape. The front door is out of the question too; I don’t even know the layout of this place, and it could be locked, hello neighbor basement door style.”

After realizing that you were basically not figuring anything out, you decide to look around the room.

The bedside table had a lamp, a clock, a picture frame, and a tumbler filled with cold water inside.

The walls were painted in f/c, and the decor was something you had only dreamt of having. Things that you wanted to buy but couldn't because of your budget.

'Let's see... a closet full of clothes that are quite fashionable, if I do say so myself." These clothes were definitely your size and fit your personal tastes. It seems the kidnapper did his research.

'Wait a minute. Did I just see a picture frame earlier? 'You quickly look around the room once more until your eyes land on the frame placed atop the bedside table.

You quickly grab it, and to your surprise, there in the frame was a picture of you with Ritsu Sakuma and Mao Isara. Two of your favorite characters in the game Ensemble Stars

Hooray! It looks like you got isekai’d in an alternate universe where you live in the Enstars world.

A knock on the door catches your attention.

It seems that Mao finished making the soup.

“Ahem..Come in! ”

The door swings open, revealing the maroon-haired man holding a bowl of soup, a glass of water, and a pack of medicine.

“Here. Eat it while it’s still hot.” He places the items on your nightstand.

Still refusing to believe you got isekai’d in the Enstars world..you suspiciously look at the soup.

“Why’re you just staring at it? ”

“C’mere, sit.” He forces you to sit on the bed and grabs your ✨✨epic gamer chair✨✨.

He grabs the spoon and scoops out some soup, then blows on it to cool it down.

He then puts the spoon near your lips, signaling you to open them.

It seems that Mao Isara will be spoon-feeding you today. That’s one thing you never expected to happen.

“I’m not hungry, I—” Like a cliche scene in some drama or anime, your stomach growls, betraying what you had just said.

“Pfft.” He struggles to stop his laughter, but it soon fails, leading him to burst out in laughter.

He scoops some up again, cools it down, and puts it on your lips. This time, you allow yourself to open your mouth and swallow the soup.

He chuckles,

“What? Why’re you laughing?? ”

“It’s just... it really boosts my confidence whenever you eat my cooking, y’know? That sparkle in your eyes tells me that you enjoy it.”

“W-Well, it is delicious..So..ugh..just feed me more, please..I’m hungry.”

Mao chuckles, “Alright~ say ahh~”

You close your eyes and open your mouth

When you reopen them again, instead of “your room” and Mao in front of you you’re greeted with the sight of Trey Clover spoon feeding you

“Hm? What’s wrong? Is it still too hot?” He blows on the soup before attempting to spoon feed it to you again

“T-Trey?!!”

“Yes?”

“You’re Trey, like..Trey Clover!?”

“Uhm, yes, that’s me. Trey Clover” He seems surprised by your sudden change of..Mood? You assume

Part 1 ends here! Other parts will hopefully be released soon <3

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