Monotonous | Nanami Kento x Reader

13 | Kento | Annoying Call

Kento left the Jujutsu world for a reason.

The selfish people, unnecessary losses, it all blended into a vicious cycle that he no longer wanted to be a part of. A cause he refused to be a part of.

But it always seemed to draw him back.

"Long time no see, Nanami!" A voice sang out from his phone speaker.

And of course, it had to be his senior who came calling.

Kento's jaw tightened. Of course, it had to be him. Why would he be calling on a random weekday evening anyways? But Kento had already made the mistake of picking up the call, the caller ID just a number.

He kept the phone to his ear, not breaking a stride. "What do you want?" 

It didn't sound like a question, not with the stern way it was spoken. But it was a question nonetheless, one that the other man answered. 

"Aww, am I not allowed to check up on my juniors?" He pouted, despite being on call. He had enough personality to make up for the lack of in-person contact.

"Don't answer questions with a question."

"Well then, I'll answer your question if you answer mine." He stubbornly said.

Kento was about to hang up the call and the man on the phone panicked, somehow realizing that his finger was right over the red button to end it.

"Ok, wait, come back!" The voice spewed from the voice, slightly crackly. "I'm here to ask you to join our reunion celebration. Cake, streamers, maybe a pinata too, y'know? Normal people like those. You like those too, right? I like to get pinatas of people I hate just to--"

"I'm not stupid." Kento interrupts his flow, his words blunt. "I know that as soon as I take another step into that school, you'll try to induct me back."

He didn't want to return. Too many spoiled memories. 

"My answer remains the same. Also, I swore I blocked your number." Kento says, almost incredulously disappointed. 

The man on the other end of the call responded sheepishly. "I made another number." 

"Another one to add to my block list--"

"Hear me out!"

"Whenever I hear you out, I end up in situations I never wanted to be a part of." Overtime is one such example; that accompanied with life-or-death situations.

"Aww, fine, I'll admit it. You guessed right; I am here to drag you back to Jujutsu high." Kento didn't have to hear that to confirm his suspicions. In fact, he had been approached with those intentions blind as day multiple times earlier in the form of texts, evolving to calls. 

The blond man passed a few more stores on his way home, letting the man ramble on the phone. It was more Jujutsu talk; how they were lacking of sorcerers, more and more propaganda to get him back to exorcising curses. 

The annoying fly-heads buzzing around were harmless, but just as annoying as the voice on the call. 

"Nana, c'mon." The voice whined, and footsteps could be heard in the background.

"Nanami." Kento corrected stiffly. "Don't call me by any sort of nicknames."

"Can I call you Kento?" He chirped.

"No." 

"Why do you let others say it?"

"Because they're not you."

Another unseen pout could be felt. "Breaking my heart since day 1, Nanami." He fake sobbed, wiping an imaginary tear that said man couldn't see -- but wouldn't fall for even if he could. 

Kento pinched the bridge of his nose in irritation "It's late, and I haven't made dinner." 

"Then just order it. I thought you're such a foodie. Or maybe you're just a boomer. Heh, boomer Nanamin." 

Kento suppressed the urge to snap his phone in two.

"I mean, I'm very generous, so I'll help you out." The phone buzzed. Names of delivery apps rattled off from the speaker, a line of practical gibberish. UberEats, Skip the Dishes, Doordash--

Soon enough, Kento heard the name of the service that was most familiar to him. The one he had caught Y/N trespassing a property for. He was reminded of the way she looked in the vest, large over her coat, matched with her equally as large bag. She should really not be climbing over fences, especially with that much stuff on her. Speaking of luggage, he suddenly remembered he had to return her umbrella--

The man on the call seemed to realize that Kento wasn't paying attention. He huffed. Maybe another time. He was sure it'd take a few more annoying calls to win him over. "When's a better time to call then?" His words broke through Kento's reminesecene of Y/N, the calm observative nature turning back into annoyance, for the blond man. 

"Never." A swift response; befitting. 

"At least consider my offer! You'll be paid better and you get to go back to doing what you do best. Yay! Win-win."

Win-win for who?

"No thanks." He didn't even bother giving him another moment to speak, cutting him off mid-word. 

"Wait--"

With a prompt response, Kento hung up.

Gojo was a pain.

No doubt he'd be fake crying to garner sympathy from his students and fellow teachers -- not that they weren't already familiar with the white haired man's' antics. 

It was late and Kento wasn't lying when he said he didn't make dinner. He usually created homemade meals when he came after work, but it was almost 8, and this day hadn't ended on a good foot. 

Just then, one of Gojo's suggestions made sense. Ordinarily, they don't. 

And even ordinarily for Kento, he wasn't one to take the easy way out, but after being reminded of that evening, he suddenly wanted to take it. He tapped his phone a few times, pulling up a number after some quick research. Dialing that into the number pad, his lifted his device up to his ear, this time to call someone else. 

A pool of anticipation built in his gut. But this time, it was for something else. 

To distract himself from those thoughts -- those anticipating thoughts of what-if -- he thought of his favourite food to order. Some comfort food to make up for the lack of bakery visit that evening. It wasn't hard for him to come to a decision, but another question came into his head, undermining the work he did to deflect his thoughts.

That question couldn't be answered right away, but he was alright with it. Because that anticipation told him one thing:

Kento would just have to ask her that in person.