#isara mao x you

[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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[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 !! 

[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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[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.

●・○・●・○・●

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.

[honeybeewhereartthee]

Dreaming of You; Dreaming of Fairy tale

Request: @valeriele3

Have you heard about what others says about "your Dream boy/dream Girl"? Be realistic as the man and woman of your dream is nothing but an illusion made by your lonely mind. So wake up and stop dreaming of what if and make it a reality."

He said to you with soft smile, staring at you with his [???] Eyes that seems to reflect your image alone. As he lay lazily against the tree branch.

You wonder how ethereal person can exist. He chuckle as your silly face your making as he reach out to flick your forehead--

.

.

"aww!!" You felt pain as someone wakes you up from day dreaming and you glared at your friend who raise his hand up in defense. "The teacher is asking for your papers.. geez..." Mao your classmate and close friend said as you realize his holding a stock of papers.

His probably task to collect the papers and seeing that almost no one is around but you and him. Means you were the last one to have your paper collected. "Don't copy my answer ok or I will bother your work so you will not finish anything done >:((" you joked making him laugh as you pass your papers. He looks at your papers and he suddenly looks modified.

"MC, why did you draw instead of writing your essay? Your going to fail so bad if you don't take this seriously..." He sigh as he show you the art you made. It was an image of someone with face not drawing holding his arm to you under the moonlight. "Gasp. Who draw this?!" You were shocked to see it and take it from mao hand who sign at your reaction.

"*Sigh... I guess I'll stay late to help you." Mao smiled at you as he take the seat in front of you and start to tap the table and you give him a look and went back to your seat. Excited that your friend is going to teach you about the lesson you barely understand. Cause of daydreaming.

While studying with your friend, you told him about the person in your dream. He listen to your story and wonder if you have some huge imagination or not.

Since he felt the characteristics of the dream boy of yours is similar to someone he knows. With those thoughts in mind he suddenly become mick. "Do you like the person in your dream?" Mao ask you as you tried to fry your brain to write the essay for the third question.

"Huh? I don't know. Probably! Since I don't really find interest in people around me to stop day dreaming of what if..." You don't notice the way his face drop at your words as your eyes focus in your papers.

"Ehh~ but there's bunch of interesting fellow out there!" He laugh his pain away. Chuckling as he press his side to stop himself from reacting out what he really felt inside. "Are there really?" You look up to him with eyes full of wonder. he suddenly cannot find his words as you lean close to him trying to see why his fidgeting like his being bitten by fire ants.

"What's wrong mao?" You ask him as he back away as far as he can with his chair till he gets knock off his chair and almost hit his head if not for you, holding his hand to stable his gravity.

"That was close call!" You pulled him up back to his feet .

"..." He stayed silent for a moment. You wonder what's wrong with him. "Hey--"

"MAO!!! YOU SAID YOULL TREAT US!" Subaru comes running in with a door slam. "Akehoshi!!" Hokke comes trailing in from the door, in shock what Subaru just did, disturbing a moment at that. "Shut up hokke." With bright smile Soob run toward you two after giving a look at his leader.

"Heyyy. You can come with us too, MC~" soob made sure to cover for his buddy as he dragged you out from the room. Leaving mao and hokke who give an apologetic look at his friend. "I tried to stop him. Sorry."

"Geez... So you two where spying..." Mao felt his legs give way as he held his cheeks and wonder what will he do with a hopeless fool like you who can't notice him? Ah... Such a distress.

...

In the other side. A black haired knight stared at a ghost who disappear from his sight. A silly ghost friend of his that comes and go to bother him. Yet he don't feel that it's such a bother.

A soft smile appear in his face as he look up to the beautiful full moon with his dazzling red eyes. He wonder if his going a little bit crazy to imagine things awake. Yet... He can't wait to see that silly ghost friend of his.

Table of Content

Reality Notes:

CHAPTER ONE

Dream notes:

[valeriele3archives]

Mao Isara

Fluff - ꨄ Angst - ☁︎ Yandere - ☘︎

ꨄ Fever Dream

<- Trickstar Masterlist

[ritsusakumawife]

Mao Isara 🌸

Fluff - ☀️ Angst - 🌧

Memorization ☀️

[chealinks]

There's more now

Leonazu au where nazuna is a yt cover singer by night and runs Ra*bits cafe by day, and leo is an upcoming music producer who is down on inspiration and looking for a muse🧡💛

The very unnecessary lore is that tomoya is the only one with a pocket in the apron because he works with a ton of frosting so he has tissue packets in his little pocket

[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.

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"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"

[cornflakes7]

Enstars characters taking reader onto a simple but sweet cafe date for valentines day (with the song "Praline" by Kashiko as the theme...)

𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨

Valentine’s 2024

Simple café date with the Ensemble Stars cast (if you couldn’t tell, I incorporated the lyrics of the song into the post)

Characters include everyone x GN Reader (seperate)

notes: hiiii! I wasn’t sure if you really wanted everybody in enstars to be in the same post, but I did what was says dear anon! This format will be a little bit different from my usual but I hope you enjoy

〜 “The way words exchange are still the same”. It’s only you and your date talking away in the comfort of the cozy café. The world felt unmoving and immobile when they hear the sound of your voice and laughter.

→ Ritsu Sakuma, Hiiro Amagi, Mao Isara, Hokuto Hidaka, Shu Itsuki, Eichi Tenshouin, Koga Oogami, Kuro Kiryu, Souma Kanzaki, Adonis Otogari, Tatsumi Kazehaya, Mitsuru Tenma, Anzu

〜 “Getting lost in the BGM in the store”. Your date’s thoughts adrift as they stare at your features lovingly while the music in the café continues to play, as if you two are the two main characters in a movie.

- Nagisa Ran, Nazuna Nito, Izumi Sena, Hinata Aoi, Madara Mikejima, Jun Sazanami, Keito Hasumi, Niki Shiina, Arashi Narukami, Kanata Shinkai, Makoto Yuuki, Yuzuru Fushimi, Seiya Hidaka

～ “Even if hope is thin, I like you still”. Your date being shy but not giving up their chance to hangout with you on Valentine’s day. As awkward as they might act, every little compliment and smile is whole-heartedly genuine.

- Midori Takamine, Hajime Shino, Shinobu Sengoku, Tsukasa Suou, Tomoya Mashiro, Aira Shiratori, Tetora Nagumo, Tsumugi Aoba, Mayoi Ayase, Mika Kagehira, Yuta Aoi

～ “If you give me something sweet again”. Your date treating this date as a chance to keep you company and entertained. Nothing makes them happier than hearing you laugh at their jokes and blush at their antics.

- Rinne Amagi, Sora Harukawa, Natsume Sakasaki, Subaru Akehoshi, Leo Tsukinaga, Hiyori Tomoe, Rei Sakuma, Kohaku Oukawa, Wataru Hibiki, Kaoru Hakaze, Tori Himemiya, Ibara Saegusa, Himeru

[cosmical-flowers]

Danganronpa: Violent Voices (Enstars x Danganronpa AU)

Prologue: Feathering Hope in a Burning Field

Part 1: Forgetting Something Important

A dull noise. That’s all that rang in Subaru’s head. It felt like TV static, or the mindless noise of a washing machine. Something forgetful over the loudness of daily life. The schedule of waking up, going to school, getting home, doing chores, having dinner and going to sleep had been monotonous for a while. Doing that for so long can get so lackluster after a while. You can only wish for something shiny and new to appear. And after so long, his wish came true.

An acceptance letter to the Ultimate Course at Yumenosaki academy. A prestigious school, known for guaranteed success. Finally, a change in his life. He would be going to the course as the ultimate … ultimate … What was he going there as?

Subaru then woke up in the gym of an unknown school. The last thing he remembered was entering Yumenosaki so that he could attend the opening ceremony. So where was he now? He looked around, a hit of confusion struck his face when he noticed other students there as well. Who were they? Why are they here? A million questions rushed through his head and he was determined to get answers. He noticed a boy with beaujolais hair, fidgeting with a camera in his hands. He seemed to keep his head low, like he also has questions. Subaru then decided that since he was the first person he spotted that he could talk to him. As he walked up to the boy, he tried to appear more confident and friendly, pretending like he knew why he was here.

“Hello! I just woke up here and I think I'm supposed to be at the entrance ceremony for Yumenosaki Academy. Is this the right building or…?” Subaru decided to ask him. As the boy thought of a response, Subaru wondered if he made the wrong choice.

“No, this is Yumenosaki Academy. I'm also meant to be part of the entrance ceremony as a new student.” The other student added on, tilting his head up more.

Subaru’s eyes lit up as he heard that. At least he wasn’t alone. “Me too! Seems like we’ll be classmates! I'm Subaru Akehoshi! What's your name?”

“Mao Isara, i'm the ultimate photographer. Do you have an ultimate as well?” Mao asked Subaru, wondering what his could be. His cheery and determined demeanor could make him an ultimate with something like public speaking. Maybe Ultimate Motivational Speaker?

“Oh, I don’t remember mine.”

“You don’t remember?”

“Nope! Not at all!”

“How did you forget something as important as that!?”

“It just happened, I can’t remember anything else as well. Just my name and knowing I'm meant to be here.”

“That's … really unfortunate.” Mao felt bad for his classmate. Forgetting everything, that must be a terrible feeling. Like a burning picture, or an empty film. Something was meant to be there, but it’s gone.

“It should be fine! I’ll remember sooner or later! It seems like a lot of other people are here as well. Should we go meet them too?”

As Mao hesitated to respond to him, Subaru looked ahead at the crowd of people. He smiled at him and began to notice everyone. Colorful hair colors, shiny outfits, an exciting environment, this is exactly what he needed. A breath taken away from something old and taking in a new world.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Students met: 2/???

Taglist: (N/A)

A/N: HELLO YAY FIRST PART WRITTEN!! The tag list is open right now, all you have to do is send me an ask to be added whenever the story updates! I do hope y’all enjoy it because this has lingered in my head for a while!

[polyamships]

January 2025 Polyam Shipping Day Roundup!

Howdy folks! This month, we had 8 submissions! Nice! Check them out below and be sure to give plenty of love to the creators!!!!!

Ensemble Stars: i see myself (fanfic) by @fossilized-beetle (akehoshi subaru x anzu x hidaka hokuto x isara mao x yuuki makoto)

Arrowverse: This awesome webweave by @frosty-the-killer-doll (caitlin snow x earth-2 caitlin snow x khione x killer frost)

Final Fantasy XIV: At the End of Everything (fanfic) by Wallwalker on Ao3 (Final Fantasy XIV Polycule)

Merlin (TV): sword & sceptre (fanfic) by @darkfromday (arthur pendragon x gwen x merlin)

The Bastard Son and the Devil Himself: A wickedly cool GIF set by @heavensenthale (annalise o’brien x gabriel boutin x nathan byrne)

The Bastard Son and the Devil Himself: we could steal time, just for one day (fanfic) by @heavensenthale (annalise o’brien x gabriel boutin x nathan byrne)

For All Mankind: Three of Them (fanfic) by @thebiwifeonao3 (margo madison x molly cobb x wayne cobb)

Danganronpa: This lovely art by @ohwowanotherdanganronpablog22 (kakeru yamaguchi x kanata inori x kinji uehara)

That is all for this month, folks! Thank you to everyone who participated. Reminder that if you want to be included, make sure you mention us, send a submission, or post to the Ao3 collection! If not posting on the day of or using a different prompt, please mention somewhere what prompt you used! Finally, let us know if we missed anything. Have a great one, folks!

[darlingmaakun]

༊*·˚ 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙢𝙖𝙖𝙠𝙪𝙣'𝙨 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜

INTRO my name is serinity / seri ! 19 years old & a college student . HUGGEEEE maoP & mayoiP !!! im a cancer (if you're into zodiac stuff) + an intp !!

BYF MINORS DNI ON MY SMUT POSTS !! writing on here will not be my first priority since as I stated before, im student & I have a job. im only willing to take a certain number of requests at a time since I don't work good under pressure.

RULES smut , fluff & angst requests are okay !! I write for all genders !! (I've never written for masc but im willing to try!!) I won't write piss / scat or anything like that , hardcore bdsm (it makes me uncomfortable) (some things are okay) , threesomes (it makes me uncomfortable), & daddy kinks. I will write for ships but only ones I personally support. my rules are prone to change

REQUESTS: closed

RAMBLES open !

[valeriele3]

Mao Isara

Fluff — ☀️ Angst — 🌧

Fever Dream (GN!Reader) ☀️

<- Go back?

[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.