Monotonous | Nanami Kento x Reader

14 | Y/N | Worrying Call

Right after you left the bakery, you went straight to your second job. The other day was a fluke, a rare occasion in which you got to go home early, much to your sister's delights. But you were used to this schedule, having done this for weeks on end. You knew it like the back of your hand.

You were already wearing your delivery shirt overlay, kept in your bag, buttoned up almost to the top with a few left open. It was oversized, a one size fits all vest the company gave you.

It wasn't as if you'd be working there for the rest of your life.

You unlatched your bike from the bike holder you attached it to, clambering on before wheeling the pedals. You had already done a few deliveries, and your stomach growled just by smelling all the delicious meals.

You didn't find the time to eat dinner, between both your shifts, so you ate snacks instead. It was hard not to be tempted as you brought deliveries, but you had enough self-control and restraint from your baking escapades to not steal or take anyone else's stuff. That was a douchebag move, one you wouldn't stoop low to.

Just then, your phone rings, your favourite song alerting you. Balancing the bike with one hand on the handlebar, you take it out from your pocket with the other. You pick up the call, leaning your head on your phone to keep it on your shoulder as you cycled. "Hey sis. Defending the fort while I'm gone, right?" 

You almost fell off when you heard the news.

You immediately stopped the bike, screeching to a halt. A few other passerbys gave you a side-eye, but you were too concerned to care, having to lean next to a tree just to listen without fainting.

"It's fine." Hana's voice gargles from the phone.

"What do you mean it's fine?" You hissed, the phone shaking in front of your mouth. "You just said dad collapsed!"

"The nurses said he wasn't sleeping well, but he's ok. They told him to rest a lot at home."

"That's not good." You groan, leaning back on the tree trunk and closing your eyes. "I told him to take a break so many times."

Hana stayed silent on the other end of the call.

You unbuckled your helmet, walking your bike as you kept the phone perched on your shoulder, head tilted to steady it. Your stomach was churning anxiously, but from Hana's words, your father was alright. In fact, you heard his voice from the other end. 

"Just a little fall, kiddo." He joked in an attempt to make you laugh and cheer you up. "That's why I tell you kids not to sit for too long."

You did not laugh.

"Dad, take care of yourself. Mom's already in the hospital. Don't you dare get yourself a seat in there as well." You scolded him. As the eldest daughter, you had the right, especially when he was in mental distress -- not like you weren't as well.

"Already did." He retorted.

"Dad!"

"Alright, alright, I'm coming home now anyways. Don't hurry to see me." You heard the sound of shuffling as your father got up, Hana by his side. You could hear Ada still making demands in the background, her childish voice the only ray of sunshine in this grim moment that could possibly bring up your mood.

That reminds you, you still needed to buy ice cream.

"I'll come home." You decided to sign off from work early just to see the condition your father was in. Then, a late night visit to the hospital. 

At your words, Hana was relieved. "See ya sis."

You sigh. "See ya." 

The faint beep of the call tells you that the line disconnected. What a chaotic way to end your day. 

Remembering that you needed to buy ice cream, like a chain reaction, a list of items in your head appear that you needed to buy as well. 

Before putting your phone away, you fumble with the apps, accidentally clicking some stray buttons. Without checking what you just did, you open up the Notes app where you had a lot of open tabs. One tab was labelled "Macaron testing #17", while another was simply labelled "??". You opened a new one, writing down the groceries you had to procure. 

Maybe once you'd get home, you'd bake a cake for your dad. An extra chocolatey one to make him feel guilty for worrying you all.

You finished making your list, tapping out of the app when you notice an icon blinking. It was the delivery service you worked for. 

In your haste, you had accidentally taken an order.

You groan as you realized your mistake. If you cancelled it, it'd be a whole issue with the system since the app was relatively new. And you didn't want to explain why that was a case. What if you kill two birds with one stone?

Squinting, you checked the address. You pulled it up on Google Maps, the icons surprising you. It wasn't too far from your house. In fact, it was on your way, and so was the restaurant.

A split-second decision was easily made.

It'd just be better to do one last delivery before easing home.

One last one. Then you're done for the day.

Thus, you buckled your helmet back on, put the addresses on your phone GPS, and cycled off.