Part 1 : 1560 words
Where Aizawa moved to Toronto, and their relationship would later start after he left Shohoku. Weird enough.
This will be in several parts. More notes at the end!
"Kousaku."
When Aizawa turned around for her call, Shiraishi Megumi felt her cheeks burning with heat despite of the wind of this cold night. His hair was a bit messier than it normally is. His dark indigo shirt had its hem out of his slacks' waist, on top of everything there was a dark grey coat he had worn for forever. That's why it is Kousaku, not Aizawa-sensei.
He did not reply. It was so typical of him she was not a bit irritated. Instead, he slowed his pace down to match hers. His warm, precise hand of a surgeon slid under her coat's pocket to find her own hand. His fingertips gently rubbed her knuckles in an indefinitive rhythm. She wondered if he ever played a string instruments. Those sleek fingers of his must look amazing when playing a guitar.
She had a question, 'what are you thinking about?' came up at her lips. He was not looking at her face but impossibly answered her.
"I want to go back."
"To Japan?" Shiraishi looked up at his face.
"To you." He simply replied. Aizawa did not intend to be romantic in the slightest. He was just saying the truth. The one and square fact of his own feeling.
"You chose to be a residency here, I also think you belong here."
"I do."
They walked without words for one, two, three and four more blocks. They weren't the talkative kind of couple, but what needed to be said, needs to be said. Shiraishi gave her companion's hand a squeeze which resulted in him giving her a squeeze back. The squeeze was gentle.
She had long noticed that the man did everything that had to do with his hand cautiously, gently like everything could always break in a second. She gathered it must came from his natural born surgeon hands. But she liked it. So much that everytime he touches her, it feels so special.
"It's really cold here all year long."
He muttured under the icy breath.
"I like it." said her.
"Coldness?"
"Uh-huh."
"You're strange."
The female doctor tilted her head towards Aizawa. "Like, at the time it's really cold like this, when you finally got home or got something warm to eat or cuddle under a thick blanket, it makes you feel so thankful to everything. Don't you think, Kousaku?"
He couldn't help but lifted a corner of his mouth out of amusement at her explanation. The hand he was holding got warmer by now.
"I don't like it, though."
"Hmm." replied noncommittally the woman.
"When it's cold, I feel like there's no one around. May be everyone has left because of the coldness. I get lonely." He confessed quietly causing her to stared at him in mild surprise. She proceeded to point him out.
"But you are so cold yourself sometimes."
He nodded.
"You hardly speak nor smile. You always have harsh words. You don't show emotions."
He continued to nodded to everything she said.
"But that's why when you smile it feels like I have reached home, or found my good old blanket. It's more than warm I guess." She slowly freed her hand from his loose grip. Shiraishi raised her head to look at the neurosurgeon in the eyes.
"Thanks." His eyes diverted to escape her gaze. The action actually made her giggled. It proved to her that sometimes this person could be a shy boy too.
"Are you being shy right now?"
She teased by giving him a little bump at their shoulders.
"No."
"Are we reaching your place soon?"
He stopped as soon as the question was asked. The pair was standing right outside a brand new building his flat was in. "We're here."
"It's an honor to give your home a visit, talented Japanese neurosurgeon ." Her eyes sparkled as she said.
"You're so happy today."
"Why wouldn't I be?"
"Megumi."
When Shirashi Megumi started at his voice, something warm grew in Aizawa's chest. He reckoned it was not any aorta working especially hard.
His beautiful company stopped whatever she was doing to give him full attention.
"Yes?"
Her hair hanged down, framing her nicely-shaped face. That's why it is Megumi. Not Shiraishi.
"You didn't need to do that." He swiped the pile of unfolded clothes from her hands to put them away. "These are mine."
He stopped midtrack, suddenly realized the words weren't really pleasant to hear - "I mean, you're here as a guest."
She laughed as he said lamely.
"I know, but you look so tired. That's why." 'Megumi' spoke merrily as she leaned in to brush his bangs out of his eyes. Her fingers stayed just above his eyelid, then they moved away. He silently winced to himself that they did.
Because, well, he would never tell her this, but her slightest touch made his iron heart jumps like there were some irregularities with his heart. He caught her hand midair.
"I'm not, and these are just sleepwears. I don't fold them anyway." He clarified, taking her hand in his.
"Aizawa-sensei, I don't remember you have this unorganized side to yourself." Her eyebrows furrowed.
"I can be a control freak at work, but at home not so much."
"That's nice to hear. It kinda makes you less intimidating." She teased, again. Gradually, Aizawa felt his stress leaping away and that particular warmth had taken its place firmlier and firmlier. With her around, the same place he had called home for a year seemed to be much more like a home more than it had ever been.
He was giving it a good thought. And giving her a good look.
It had been a year since he left Shohoku, Japan, and her behind to pursue his career in Toronto. Aizawa was sure everything would be fine because he had always lived by himself as long as he remembered.
Good thing that he never had a lot of attachment issues to anyone. So saying goodbye was a lot easier than what normal people has to experience.
Even when he was saying good-bye to her one year ago, it didn't feel too painful. Or so he thought.
Aizawa was not a fan of social connection, but amidst cold weather and strangers, he surprisingly found himself sending his old comrade a mail. The comrade was none other than Shiraishi Megumi, who, after a couple months he spent alone in the middle of snow and storms, had her presence grew in his thoughts uncontrollably.
He did not know why he chose to send those awkward short mails to her. It just felt okay. If it's this person, may be she would be able to take the mails for what they are.'
Aizawa had not realized then that those messages he wrote actually meant something much more than typical mails from an old colleague. A reply came. Aizawa wrote another one. A reply came again. And soon it became a 2 ways communication, so were they feelings.
Half a year ago he went back once to get various things straighten out, like talking properly to his father about his residency and attending the Fujikawa's wedding and so on.
The moment he saw Shiraishi Megumi in person again after so long, after so many mails back and forth. He knew this is another thing he needed to straighten out.
They got together. It was meant to be. He had never thought he was someone to say that kind of cheesy phrase but somehow it became so clear.
Unfortunately, residency still came before that phrase. He forced himself to board the plane back. She couldn't give him a promise she will come to see him. She was an emergency medical staff anyway.
But here she was, sitting so prettily on his sofa. Trying to fold his clothes, fixing his hair, staring at him. Aizawa never felt so warm.
He suppressed the urge to hug her the tightest he can. She had just landed in the country this afternoon. He didn't want to make her feel too tired.
"Are you sure you didn't want to get a hotel room or something? I mean my place can be messy, and it's cold, and,"
"I'm good, Kousaku. Really. What's wrong?"
She looked at him, surprised.
"I guess I'm just..." he shook his head to end the sentence. How could he get so nervous over Shiraishi's coming over?
Right, it would mark as their official first sleepover.
Hello, I don't know if my first fic is not well written or something felt off with it but apparently not many people like it! XD Which saddened me a bit.
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Let's wait for the movie together!