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The young couple had been thrown into an awkward silence as they traveled around the grocery store. Before they had been forced to interact, but now that Aaron was gone and gathering things for her father, no one was bringing up conversation points.
The two had fought before, but usually it was over miniscule things and not very often. And anyways, this was different and barely even considered a fight. Miles di Angelo was just pissed, and Pyrrha Nikos was still acting innocent.
She stood idly by as Miles threw a few boxes of noodles into the handheld basket, fingers twitching unnoticeably as her nerves began to surface.
Both of their Scrolls sounded simultaneously as Aaron sent a message to their group chat, causing Pyrrha to chuckle nervously at the message. "Why don't I take the basket and you go on ahead to grab the cereal? That way we can meet up with Aaron faster."
Miles took a moment to think about Pyrrha's offer, before nodding and handing her the red container. He took long strides away from her, quickly turning a corner and disappearing. It didn't take long for the hero to catch up, of course, she was quite agile and only two inches shorter than her boyfriend.
She watched him from a distance as he strode down the breakfast aisle, walking swiftly around the few shoppers who strolled by leisurely.
Pyrrha stopped when Miles did.
Her boyfriend was frozen in shock, mouth gaping and eyes bulging. Apparently his favorite cereal had gotten a rebrand that he had been unaware of, one that caused him to slowly grasp for a box to make sure it didn't happen to be a figment of his imagination.
"I know I had no right to ignore you," Pyrrha spoke up, walking closer, "but I really didn't want to ruin the surprise. So I couldn't tell you that I was busy with interviews and likewise for the release." She rubbed the nape of her neck to calm herself.
Miles' hand began to shake as he stared at the figure of his girlfriend on the front of the Pumpkin Pete's box, her body adorned in her iconic battle armor. She held a silver spoon in her hand yet she was still humble, made obvious by the grateful twinkle in her green eyes that the camera had happened to capture.
He felt pride swell in his chest and every ounce of anger that had been built up came crumbling down. He threw his arms around her, and her eyes began to water at the contact.
He paid no attention as the box in his hand became ruined, well aware that half of the wall had identical ones. He only paid mind to the girl in his arms, all attention on her and all focus on the sweet nothings between them.
"I'm really proud of you, Pyrrha," Miles pulled back from the hug despite how she gripped his shirt, and instead opted to placing his hands on her arms. "This is the most badass thing you've ever done."
The girl wiped at her cheeks, laughing airily. "It's just cereal, Miles."
"Yeah, okay, sure, that's not the point though." He paused. "Sorry about... before. I should've just talked to you instead of being mad in silence."
"It was my fault," she repeated herself. "But I believe it's alright now."
"Oh, it definitely is!" He cheered.
Miles turned back to the shelves, scooping as many boxes as he could into his arms before dumping them all into the basket, still held in Pyrrha's grip.
