Pathway to You

A1: C3

Arc One: Chapter Three

Y/n doesn't hang around the frat house the next morning. All in accordance with his preconceived plan to not get roped into cleaning duty. He took the initiative to volunteer to run the weekly stock up for the house instead. Armed with bags and the shopping list he makes his way to the supermarket.

The brief memory of yesterday's fortune has Y/n's pulse quickening before he pushes the thought aside. It's not like he'd confess to that being a reason to get out of the house.

An hour into the shopping Y/n recalls why he doesn't usually volunteer for this kind of work. The aisles are long and confusing. Unlike back in his hometown, they're also not labelled or packed by categories.

Y/n tosses item after item into his cart, roughly scratching them off the list as he gets them. Head twisting here and there to ensure he won't have to revisit the same one again. As he rounds the corner another cart violently rams into his. It's purely by chance that he's out of range of the liquid that goes flying.

Blankly e/c eyes trace the wet contents of his cart, to the outstretched hand on the can, to the girl's horrified face where her other hand lies across her mouth. E/c eyes widen slightly, an amazed glimpse present.

"We really need to stop meeting like this"

The blonde laughs and deserts her cart in favour of his, dabbing the wares with a set of table napkin he's sure she must carry around often. He laughs lightly when she begins her apologies, it feels like déjà vu except this time he's going to walk away with at least a name.

"I really am sorry. I was in such a rush the last time and when I tried to find you later, I didn't have much to go off aside from tall h/c haired, e/c eyed boy. Oh, you're a frat boy! That would have really helped earlier"

Y/n chuckles as she eyes his dark frat letterman jacket. Coincidently the day of their initial encounter the house had done a bulk dry cleaning call in.

"Well maybe I could get the name of my aggressor?"

"Aggressor is a strong word, but I don't deny my crimes. My name is Macaria, Macaria Acheron"

"Y/n L/n"

Y/n's face crinkles slightly when his palm meets her sticky one. It reminds him of the past when he'd babysit his neighbour's twins.

"Oh gosh, I'm sorry. Geez I'm so absentminded today. Hold on a second"

She whips out a pack of travel wipes from somewhere and wipes both their hands clean. When she makes a move to return to cleaning the cart's contents, he stops her.

"Oh, that won't be necessary."

"Please, I absolutely insist. I really do feel quite terrible about what happened. It was practically a hit and run"

"Don't worry about it. The damage is next to nothing"

Y/n didn't buy anything electrical so for the most part his words are true. Besides, his recently sworn in brothers could do with some activity to get them out of their hungover states quickly and what was some additional cleaning?

"Oh! Your shirt from the last time, it must be ruined, please let me replace it"

"Absolutely not, I was going to take it out anyways, it was getting old"

"That doesn't matter, I want to make it up to you"

They go back and forth for a bit before Y/n finally concedes when her blue eyes mist over lightly. Even that, he feels, doesn't deter from her loveliness.

"Here's my number, let me know when you're free please"

She departs down the aisle with a light smile. Y/n is ecstatic. He got both a name, a number, and the promise of a future meeting. Nothing could possibly spoil his day.