𝗠𝗔𝗚𝗜𝗖𝗜𝗔𝗡'𝗦 𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗬! ➸ mao oneshots (reposting)

19. thanks (ra*bits+mao)

ᡣ𐭩 . no au | fluff

Mao was taking a rare moment of fresh air around the schools campus, thinking of nothing, only letting his steps take him anywhere for a calm stroll around the place.

That is, until, in the corner of his peripheral vision, he sees a quadripartite sitting under a tree - actually, now that he turns his head to focus on the group some more, there was only a trio, the forth member was missing from the perimeter.

The members of Ra*bits. Under the tree sat Nazuna, Hajime, and Tomoya. He looks left and right in confusion. Where was Mitsuru?

He decides to walk up to the three. "Hey, you guys!" Mao greets the trio. The smile he wore in his greeting fell not long after once realising the gloomy aura that surrounded the three. The members of Ra*bits were frowning. They looked deflated from life.

Mao kneels down in front of them all. Tomoya was on Mao's far left, Nazuna in the middle, with Hajime clinging to Nazuna's arm on the far right. "Are you guys... okay?" He asks carefully and slow, hoping he wasn't trekking himself into any dangerous territory of some sorts.

"We have a show coming up, a one-time chance, but we don't know what to do... Mitsuru is ill - bedridden for a few months." Nazuna quietly explained, not once peeking his head up when speaking, which Mao didn't mind.

"Have you tried asking to delay the date or anything?"

Nazuna hums in response.

"They said they refuse to. It's either cancel our performance or go on without Mitsuru and ask somebody to take his place." Tomoya responds, deflating a small bit as he spoke.

Mao tilts his head in curiosity. "And... have you guys asked anyone?"

"We've asked all the idols possible, but the responses we got are all the same. Everyone is really busy at this time of the year, it seems." Hajime says.

Mao hums, leaning his chin in his right hand as he thinks the processing over for a minute or so. He looks towards the trio in the middle of his thoughts. It was clear that they didn't want to cancel - they wanted to make their friend happy whilst he's immobilised for a while.

An idea comes to mind, his kelly green eyes switching between each individual member of Ra*bits. "Are you sure you've asked 'everyone'?"

The trio then focused their attention on Mao, too. "We've tried everyone we know, even asking some other units from other schools across the country, so yeah..." Nazuna mumbles.

A playful smirk resides itself with Mao's features. "I don't think you guys have." He then focuses his attention mostly onto Tomoya. "Tomoya, you're around my height, just under, right?"

The mentioned boy nods slowly.

"Do you have a spare Ra*bits uniform?"

"I do. Why?"

Mao chuckles, the plan in his mind already beginning to set.

"Wait! Are you suggesting what I think you are?" Hajime wondered. Mao glances over and mutely nods.

"I don't get it. What are you planning, Mao?" Nazuna questioned.

"He's going to help us with our performance!" Hajime shakes Nazuna at the arm from the major excitement that suddenly ran through his figure. The other two members of Ra*bits gasp in synchronisation at the thought, finally settling into their minds.

Nazuna faced Mao once again. "Thank you, Mao!" The said older boy leapt from where he sat and tightly hugged Mao around the neck and shoulders.

"Don't thank me yet!" He chuckles whilst patting Nazuna on the back gently, partly in awkwardness. "First, you all should catch me up about your performance. What's the choreography? The lyrics? Tell me everything that you need to!"

"I've got it written down on my phone, here!" Tomoya suddenly cheered as he fished for his electronic device from his school blazer pockets.

...

For the umpteenth time in a matter of fifteen minutes, Mao wiped his long beaujolais coloured fringe out from his face, his other hand patting down on the hat that sat lightly above his head.

With looking into the full sized mirror that sat in a corner of the backstage area, Mao glances over the white cladded uniform he wore. It wasn't his usual style, but it was worth wearing if it meant helping some fellow idols - some friends - out with a major decision.

The members of Ra*bits were doing this for their fellow who was ill, hoping that the performance would encourage the healing stage for Mitsuru's sickness to work perfectly.

"Isara!"

He looks over his shoulder, seeing the trio he was just thinking about. They all wore similar smiles of hope. "You look great, Isara!" Hajime compliments him, the other two nod in agreement.

"Thank you!" He fiddles with the hat above his head once more and turns his whole figure around to fully meet the three. Mao couldn't help but smile similarly to the trio.

Tomoya walks up to Mao, handing him a microphone. "We're about to start," he mutters.

"Alright. Are you guys ready?"

The three members of Ra*bits cheer, following Mao to the sets leading to the back of the stage as soon as he starts moving along.

Faint cheers and squeals could be heard as he began to move up the steps.

"Then let's do this - for Mitsuru."

...

A smile was plastered on his face, causing his expression to glow brightly.

Mitsuru had his eyes set on his phone, and a live recording played out on his phone for the past twenty odd minutes.

The camera that the recording was set on focused on the large stage. Four figures stood out of breath whilst the audience cheered louder than ever. If he wasn't feeling so weak and ill, Mitsuru would join in on the cheer.

His eyes trail to the four on stage once more, laughing - giggling lightly - when seeing his unit mates surround a familiar student council president with tight hugs caused by the adrenaline of excitement.

The group tumble to the hard panelling of the floor, his unit mates piled onto the beaujolais-haired member who belonged specifically to Trickstar. They all wore smiles of pride and success.

A small cough erupts from Mitsuru's throat, reminding him of where he was and why. But even then, he couldn't help but let his smile beam as bright as the ones on stage.

"Thank you, Isara..."