Monotonous | Nanami Kento x Reader

25 | Y/N | Realization

How long has it been?

You rolled over in your bed, blearily looking at the flashing alarm clock nestled by your bedside. Unlike other mornings, or rather afternoons, you didn't bother panicking by how late in the day it was. Days blended into each other, and although it was slow, it felt like eternity, even though it was at most, a week. Your eyes closed briefly, but your bedroom door flung open to rouse your weakened attention.

"Wake up." Hana's voice was stern, but still soft like dough. Her hands settled on her hips, brows furrowing into a solid point. "You've been rotting for far too long. You need to get up."

You didn't want to. It was far easier to just stay like this. No more useless effort to waste, expectations to fulfill.

But she still tried to make you. First, your blanket was tugged off, then your feet tickled, then she tried valiantly to drag your ankles off the bed. 

That last attempt finally got some kind of response out of you. 

"Get out." You didn't see Hana's reaction, but you could imagine her eyes widening.

"Big sister--"

"Hana. I said get out." A mean edge garnered in your tone, one that wasn't escaped. 

This was just so unlike the norm, that it stunned Hana. Your sister was quiet for a second, and that second turned into a minute, a longer moment, before she spoke up. "I'm not going away. That was my first mistake, and I won't do that again. Big sister, please." 

"Stop calling me that. Right now, I'm just Y/N. Not big sister, or daughter, or baker." 

"But you're my big sister--" 

"Well, I'm tired of being that!" You stared at a certain point in the wall. "What's the point? When nothing goes right no matter how much I try?"

Still, she was stubborn. Too stubborn for her own good. She kept talking, talking, talking. Her voice almost bordering annoying. What was she even talking about again? You didn't bother to listen-- all of it was useless, unnecessary, and most of all, downright annoying. Why should you have to care about anything, let alone everything? You've done so, and here you are, stuck like a heavy rock in a river. 

Your eyes scrunched, your hands covering your ears as finally, you opened those E/C eyes. Inadvertently, you snapped like a whip, stinging and hurtful. "Hana, I said go away." 

That was the last straw.

"You're acting like dad!" Hana's lip wobbles.

Those words finally sends a jolt down your spine. Your first real feeling in a long time shaking you out of bed.

"What?"

"You've been moping around. For the first two days, I told myself we'd get our sister back. But now, I'm starting to lose hope." From the crease in Hana's eyebrows to the nervous twitch of her fingers, it was clear she had tried practicing her words for a long time before coming up to your room.

It was only then that Ada's face peeked out from the doorway, quietly watching this scene.

"Let's go." Hana huffs, turning her back on you and storming off to grab Ada's hand gently. 

"But Rosie--"

"Rosie doesn't want us here."

Somehow, the numbness now hurt, the cotton stuffing turning into melted wax. 

You sat back down your bed, staring at the floor from between your feet. Those harsh words that spilled out of you... was that really you? Or was that someone else talking? You would've never been so mean to your sisters.