a/n: okay so I was going to bed last night and this thought just struck me. I'll be writing an alphabet collection of shiraizawa fics, this idea initially was supposed to just be a one liner/two sentences sort of writing for each alphabet but I got carried away with just the first alphabet so why not just make it into an entire collection lmao. I hope you enjoy this, and do note that the fics are not connected in timeline or even in universe, though I'd mostly write canon for this collection.

Alphabet A - Angel, Alive

He doesn't know how long he has been knocked out for, but Aizawa reckons it is at least two days. He deduces this based on the fatigue settling at the base of his head, the exhaustion in his limbs and the cloud of absence in his memory.

One of the last things Aizawa remembers is the sound of horns piercing into his ears, two bright headlights swerving into his direction before he was knocked cold onto the pavement in a span of seconds. Aizawa remembers seeing blinding lights. He also remembers seeing red—his own blood.

And that's about all that he could remember.

Aizawa winces; it is difficult to even move his legs without feeling a jolt of pain crawling up his spine. He is still in a daze, wondering where he is at that moment, when the first thing he sees when he shifts his eyes is an angel staring back at him, her face half blinded by the sunlight from the window. Aizawa is suddenly confused; has he died? Is this heaven? Is he seeing things?

"Aizawa-sensei!"

He hears this angel speak, and it then dawns upon him that the voice belongs to someone he very much knows. "Shiraishi," He wants to reply, but finds no energy in him to say anything. Instead, he continues to stare at her in silence.

Shiraishi has bent closer to him, her doe-like eyes filled with tears. Aizawa could see the mask of relief across her face, how she's struggling not to cry but failing miserably. He wants to chide her then, tell her that i'm fine, don't worry about me, but he could only offer her a grunt in return.

"Don't try to speak!" She says quickly, grabbing his hand gently. The warmness of her hand calms him down almost immediately, and Aizawa feels at ease. "You were hit by a drunk driver. You need to be hospitalised for a few more days, but you're fine now, Aizawa. You're fine."

Aizawa noticed that Shiraishi was trembling when she explained what had happened to him. The way she ended her sentence sounded very much as though she was consoling herself more than she was assuring him. She also didn't elaborate further on his condition, knowing that Aizawa is still able to deduce the steps they had taken after he was brought into emergency.

Seeing Shiraishi all teary-eyed though, made him extremely grateful to still be alive. Aizawa curls his fingers around her hand, giving it a soft squeeze to show her that he's really okay. She struggles to put on a smile in response to that, but she does eventually, almost at the same time when her tears begin to spill.

"I-if anything happened to you, I wouldn't be able to forgive myself." Shiraishi says in between sobs. She's now holding his hand fully, gripping it so tightly their knuckles are turning white. Aizawa grunts again, shifting slightly in his position—nevermind the pain, he just wants to look her in the eyes and tell her it isn't your fault that the crazy ass driver hit me, why would you even blame yourself?

"Idiot." was all he could manage. Shiraishi half-laughs, half-cries, shaking her head slowly. She understands the underlying meaning behind that word, the term he'd used is enough to console her. Aizawa is telling her not to blame herself, that it's stupid for her to even think of blaming herself for something she had no control over. But Shiraishi being Shiraishi, had automatically assumed it was her fault he got into that accident. If she hadn't swapped shifts with him, Aizawa would have avoided being in that place in the first place. He wouldn't have gone home so late at night, wouldn't have encountered that drunk driver…

"Shiraishi, don't." Aizawa starts again, tugging on her hand so that she looks at him. His voice is raspy and hoarse, and it sort of hurts to speak, but Aizawa forces himself to continue. "It's okay. I'm okay, remember? I'm in the hands of competent doctors."

"Stop talking!" Shiraishi panics slightly at how Aizawa had winced in pain, though his voice and his words ring repeatedly in her mind. She quickly retrieves a cup of water for him, putting it against his lips so he could drink from it. "You need to get plenty of rest. I'll let the others know that you've awoken."

Shiraishi prepares to leave, but Aizawa grabs her hand before she could turn. It surprises her for a moment, but she doesn't find it the slightest uncomfortable. Noticing that he is still looking at her, Shiraishi's face softens once again. "I won't cry anymore." She assures him with a smile, then leans in to plant a quick kiss on his cheek. "I'll drop by again later. Now get some sleep, Aizawa."

(end)

p/s: i am open to suggestions for the alphabet B! Just give me a B-word and I'll come up with something. Or you can suggest what I should write too! :)