Monotonous | Nanami Kento x Reader

8 | Kento | Burglar or Food Deliverer?

Kento wasn't an easily disappointed man.

So why now did he feel that drop in his stomach as he entered the bakery to see somewhere different at the register? Instead of H/C hair, it was a deep artificial red colour. One that belonged to an older woman, about 60, if Kento had to guess, with a kind looking face laced with deepening lines of her wisdom and experience. 

She was nice enough, attempting some small talk as he gave his order, but that didn't stop that tug in his gut. 

"Thank you." His voice came out blunt again.

Something felt oddly missing.

This time, as he turned to leave, something in him froze his muscles, and before he knew what he was doing, Kento had came right back to the counter to that old woman.

"Excuse me, but, if I may," He started off by saying, not wishing to come off as creepy. "There's usually another woman working the counter around this time?" His sentence was spoken like a question, but it was more a statement that needed verification.

The woman raised an eyebrow. "You mean Y/N?"

Y/N.

He had only caught her name once, and that was in a fleeting mention during a conversation he overheard. Hearing the name again, he was reminded of the syllables that twisted and twirled, consonants that danced together in the air. Not that he would know, since he never uttered it aloud.

"Oh, she left early." Kento was brought out of his thoughts by the straightforward answer. No further elaboration, before the woman continued with a sly, almost teasing smile. Oh, this was a field day for her. The salaryman felt like he was being inspected for any flaws. It also didn't help that her next response was directed right towards him. "Is there a reason--?" 

"Just curious." He interjected to shut down that question.

Kento didn't want to explain whatever this was that he felt. 

First, he had let off late from work, forced into overtime, because someone from the other department made a screwup. That 'small' hiccup led to someone, cough cough, a certain Nanami, staying behind to fix it.

He got paid for it.

Kento made sure he did. 

And secondly, the one person he expected to see at the bakery wasn't there. A frown threatened to turn down his expression, but he fought it back.

Stop being upset, he chided himself. I just wanted to thank her for her actions in the morning and compliment her macarons. That was all I wanted to do.

The only reason he was feeling disappointed was because he'd have to wait another day to express this to her. At least, that was what he tried convincing himself with as the door chimed shut behind him.

"I need a break." He groans, and he tears off a chunk of the gluteny substance, eating it for the warmth and comfort. 

It was starting to push evening, the sky still bright, but slowly darkening. A light wind fluttered through the air, but Kento's suit had enough layers to keep him warm. No need for a coat. He rarely carried anything with him when walking home. Just a paper bag, and even then, rarely since he almost always finished his order before arriving at his residence.

As he took another bite, sitting on a park bench, he heard a voice. 

"Ah, screw it." The voice was recognizable, and as if by instinct, Kento turned his head back. 

There, right in front of him --or rather behind--, was Y/N attempting to hop over a fence of a residential house, a large backpack sattled on her back as she licked her lips. She was practically going off of fumes of hoping not to fall.