title: First Encounters

pairing: Shiraishi / Aizawa

a/n: all about how Shiraishi and Aizawa met, or what i perceived it to be.


Shiraishi breathes in a deep breath to herself. After several exhales, she opens her locker and hangs her handbag on one of the hooks she placed. She mentally thanked herself for listening to her instincts. Her instincts told her to come in a few days before to unpack some things and organise her locker. She changed out of her casual clothes and changed to a pair of ironed blue scrubs. The scrubs fitted nicely on her, not too baggy or tight.

Sitting down, she slipped off her sneakers and donned a pair of comfortable sports shoes. She knew that a flight doctor needed to run very often, so sports shoes was always a good choice for her feet. She hanged up her clothes and reached for the work cell she was given. This work cell would become her best friend, she was told.

She stacked her notes into pocket. She neatly stuffed it with small notebooks and added a empty notebook to take down notes throughout her Fellowship. She picked up her trusty pens and penlight and neatly clipped them on her pocket. Reaching up, she grabs her staff badge and clips it on her breast pocket. She exhales deeply as she ties up her hair, leaving strands of her fringe to crop her hair. Biting her lip softly out of habit, she nods and closes the locker door.

This is it, I can do it. She thinks to herself. She walks towards the meeting area where the Fellows were supposed to meet. There, she meets a young woman with long curly hair and a oval shaped face. Her face was framed with bangs and her long curly hair tied in a ponytail. She had almond shaped eyes that lightly twinkled with excitement. Like Shiraishi, she was wearing the same blue scrubs. Almost immediately, she knew this woman was going to be someone she'd like to be around with.

"Good morning! I'm Mihoko Hiyama! Nice to meet you!" The woman greets in a cheerful tone. Holding out her hand, Shiraishi shakes it with a smile and lightly bows.

"Good morning! I'm Megumi Shiraishi. Nice to meet you, too." She introduces.

"Ah, Shiraishi-sensei, eh?" A senior doctors asks from behind. Turning around, the senior doctor is holding a clipboard looking at her. Quickly, she nods in reply.

"Morimoto-sensei. Nice to meet you." He introduces in a welcoming tone. They both bow and exchange greetings. Shiraishi fiddles with her pockets and reads through some the notes. She reviews the steps needed when intubating before she hears Morimoto-sensei introduce himself to someone else, that wasn't Hiyama. She looks up from her paper brown notebook in the direction of Morimoto-sensei.

And she saw him.

His slightly wavy hair was styled, cropping his chiseled face. His defined jaw moved as he replied Morimoto-sensei's question. His deep voice matched his broad shoulders and built figure that moved as he stood against a pillar by himself. Shiraishi felt her heart thump as she observed his face more intensely. He gave off a mysterious dark aura that raised the hairs at the back of her neck but the part that lured her the most was his eyes. His eyes were dark, yet had a slight spark of determination in them. His eyes caught hers and they stared at each other for a second. Her eyes trapped in his mysterious ones… she wondered why his eyes were like this. She could feel the blood slowly rise to her face.

Shiraishi quickly broke away and revisited her notes, ashamed of what she was doing. She was here to study the Doctor Heli system, to train herself as a doctor, to better her physician self. She didn't have time for relationships, and to be honest, she didn't want one. She already made her goal set on studying the medical practices; relationships were far below her goals.

But somehow, that gaze of his didn't stop her from thinking about him. Those eyes that held something more… full of secrets and mysteries. Morimoto-sensei caught her attention and told the trio to follow him. Shiraishi shuffled her way and walked closely next to her mentor, stashing away her notebook.

There, she caught glimpses of the next doctor. Aizawa-sensei, he was called. Isn't he the doctor who made outstanding performances in the ER at his previous hospital? Shiraishi observed him through the day. The way his bored eyes trailed, the way he slid his thumb over his forefinger, that arrogant look he had on his face. In the ER, she was amazed at his efficiency and how he performed.

It took her breath away.


Aizawa opened his metal locker and took off his dark blue button up. Hanging it up, he removed his black undershirt and stood there for a moment as he breathed in his surroundings. He wasn't at home, he wasn't in his dormitory at his university. He was in Shohoku Lifesaving Centre, the place he always wanted to be in. He was a certified physician in training, a flight doctor in training. Neatly, he folded up his clothes and put them aside.

Snapping out of his thoughts, he donned his dark blue scrubs and arranged his items in his scrub pockets. He clipped on his badge and stared at the mirror he placed in his locker. There he was, Kosaku Aizawa. The same dark eyes, the same arrogant look, the same goal he has in mind; to be the best doctor in Shohoku. He took his sneakers off and put on his only pair of running shoes. He only had this, and was grateful it lasted with him for a long time. Grabbing his work cell, he slings the lanyard over his neck and he looks down at his thumb and forefinger again.

Aizawa reminds himself of the goals he set himself. To graduate the Fellowship. To make his grandmother, who had raised him, proud. To be the best doctor in the Fellowship. To excel higher than his batchmates. He closes the locker door and walks out of the male locker rooms.

His arrogance kicks in, as he suddenly realises he doesn't know where the Fellows are meeting. He looks around, like a lost sheep in the middle of a crowd. Looking at his watch, he silently curses. He was going to be late. Then, he hears a male voice call for his name. Looking up, a senior doctor waves his hand and Aizawa quickly jogs over. Jogging closer, he sees two more Fellows; one intensely looking into a notebook, the other staring at the ceiling in a mundane fashion.

And that's when he saw her.

Her face was buried in a brown notebook, her small pink lips slightly apart as she mouthed out whatever she was reading. Her long fringe cropped her face perfectly as she pushed back a few strands that prevented her from reading. His heart slightly stopped, as if all that mattered was this woman and him. She gave off such a warm aura, just like how the sun's warmth warms him. Her almond shaped eyes twinkled with sparks of determination, joy and confidence; something Aizawa doesn't have in his dark hollow eyes. But quickly, he changes his focus on the doctor in front of him.

"Sorry, I was lost finding my way here." Aizawa apologizes.

"Ah, it's okay. I'm not surprised you got lost. This hospital will get some getting used to, right? I remember when I was an intern...Ah...How nostalgic." The senior doctor mumbles aloud to himself. Aizawa stood there, not knowing what to reply, but showed no interest in what he was talking about.

"Ah, sorry. Aizawa-sensei, yes? Morimoto-sensei. Nice to meet you." The senior doctor introduced himself. Aizawa politely bowed and stood aside to a pillar. He felt the eyes of determination trail on him as he instinctively looked up, catching her gaze. For a moment, he was trapped in her eyes, those warm brown eyes. He wondered what they held, why were they so bright. It was like those eyes could see through him, that they could scan pass all his insecurities and weaknesses.

She broke away and so did he, feeling embarrassed of what he did. He may have gotten into several flings and relationships, but he wasn't planning for one now. He wanted to concentrate on his goals, without having to throw something else into the mix. Rubbing his thumb on his forefinger, he promised himself that relationships were out of the question for now.

But her eyes intrigued him. Those eyes acted as if she could see through him and all his weaknesses. It acted as though she knew he was afraid of failure; as though she knew what his past was. They were so pure and bright; the light cleared the darkness in his heart. Morimoto-sensei snapped him out of his thought and told them to follow him. Aizawa followed, unintentionally walking next to the doctor.

At the end, he learnt who she was. Shiraishi-sensei, she was called. Ah, isn't she the daughter of a famous professor? Her skills were far from ordinary. The way she could remember things so quickly, how spot-on her diagnosis were, how precise she is when it comes to treatments. Her intuitive diagnosis and decisions were way above his.

She's...interesting.


a/n: ahhhhh. you guys asked for it, so here you all are! it was lovely writing this and imagining the things in my head. aren't they cute?

anyways, all requests are welcome! give me scenarios too, and i'll gladly write them when i have the time! currently, I'm busy and won't be updating as often, so please try to understand!

while that is happening, check out my other book! its called Heart of Lifesaving. i'll definitely be updating that more often.

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