Not exactly Rapunzel's Tower || Nezumi|| Chapter 4|| Closed for Mayura
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Nezumi can understand why the rest of her classmates would be so ready to go back to their rooms after the trial, what with the “waking up to a murder, solving it over the span of four hours, and finally being let out just when they were normally expected to greet the day” thing and all. But what the actress takes notice of, as a gaggle of bedraggled and traumatized teenagers shuffled their way back to their beds, is the small tidbit of Mayura choosing not to have even a small snack before she retired. …Followed by the medium bit of her not coming out for lunch, and finally the huge chunk of reaching eight o’ clock without any hint of exiting for dinner.
If you combine that with how she was acting in the trial, along with the story of just how awful Misaki had been to the pianist… the pieces were coming together into an image of Mayura’s long term future that Nezumi did not like at all. So, it was only a matter of time until Nezumi took things into her own hands. Balancing a tea kettle and an assortment of snacks upon a breakfast tray previously stuffed into the corner of her closet, she loudly knocked her foot against the base of Mayura’s door as she called out to her sequestered friend.
“Mayurakazuemiko-chaaan? You in there~? Nezumi’s got the teaaa…and some totes delish noshables too! Nezumi can leave it by the door, maybes…”
Seconds, to minutes, to hours, to— an entire day?
The pianist was certainly someone that seems to keep to herself, but even this behaviour was a bit concerning. Mayura had nearly spent the entire day after the trial holed up in her room, doing who knows what— anyone who bothered to press their ears to the door could either hear piano music playing faintly over speakers, or an eerie silence that didn’t sound right, considering she must’ve been in there.
There was one point in the day that someone was able to take her out of her room, but whatever joy that brought must’ve been short-lived, because she retired back to her room as if nothing had happened in the first place.
She ignored most knocks on her door. Maybe she was just a heavy sleeper. She even skipped out on her daily piano practice.
But when the theme park actress’ voice slips into her barely conscious mind, Mayura finds that a voice in the back of her head is telling her to get up and at least answer the door.
It takes a few minutes, enough for maybe the other student past her door to think that she’s just sleeping, but the pianist gets up and slowly walks to her door. She opens it slowly, peeking out to confirm that it indeed is just Nezumi. Of course, a smile of sorts is plastered on her face, but her eyes reflect a different emotion. She lifts her chin just a bit, almost as if to appear that she’s really looking down at her.
“Kuromaru-san. What brings you here?”
The pianist eyes the tray of food and tea in her hands, before looking back into Nezumi’s eyes. She doesn’t open the door wider to let her inside just yet.
The wait for the door to be answered was a bit...unbearable. Nezumi knew beyond any doubt that Mayura was in there, and if she knocked loud enough she would be sure to wake the pianist if she was catching up on her lost sleep. But that’s under the assumption that she was /sleeping/, and not any other isolated, deadly silent activity that suddenly has Nezumi trying to balance out a free hand to reach for the doorknob- But Mayura is soon seen through a mere crack of the entryway, and Nezumi abruptly snaps back to her initial position and totally-not-worried-about-any-extremely-drastic-measures expression. Nope. None of That. Just go right back onto script.
“Weeeeell~, Nezumi just happened to be in the neighborhooood, and she couldn’t help but notice that Mayurakazuemiko-chan was on the verge of eating absolutely nothing in the span of twenty four hours! So in accordain-ace to Nezumi’s natural instinct as a member of the hospitality-tourism industry, she’s come to give Mayurakazuemiko-chan some room service~!”
Nezumi cheerfully lifted the teatray up more towards Mayura’s eyelevel, allowing the pianist to get a closer look at the contents. The tea kettle was a mix of purple and white that’s childish clearly tied into Nezumi’s most blatant interest, but instead of any tea bags it’s presence was juxtaposed with what appeared to be traditional tea equipment, along with a caddy of matcha. Where exactly had she managed to find these underground…?
“And this is like, totes five star service! Nezumi found wagashi in the gift shop that she’s forreals sure came directly from Sasaya Iori~! Mayurakazuemiko-chan could be munching on the same recipes her good pal Beethoven could’ve had~!”













