stoplight; 0630
pairing: blue + white
notes: set some time after s2e7
It is six thirty in the morning when he catches up to her at the stoplight.
The sun has yet to come out, but Aizawa notices her in the shadows: her long hair fluttering in the harsh winter wind, her hand tucking her unusually unruly fringe behind her ear, and her usually pale skin is paler but darker around her eyes. She looks tired.
He watches her try to supress a shiver, and the hand holding a hot pack in his pocket itches to give it to her, but it's his last one and he's pretty cold himself.
Besides, they're not exactly friends, are they?
Ever since their drunken episode at Mary Jane's two weeks ago, ever since they confided in each other about their troubles, he felt a shift in their relationship.
Or has something always been there?
He furrows his brows, still staring at her. Matters such as these hardly bothered him, as his focus was, and still is, fully on his goal to be a well-respected and famous surgeon. He's on his last months of fellowship, the last sprint before the finish line, and he cannot afford to get distracted.
Shiraishi, feeling his stare, turns her head and smiles weakly. "Good morning, Aizawa," she croaks.
The sun chooses this time to rise right in front of him, and Aizawa blinks slowly, adjusting his eyes to the brightness. "Morning." He frowns. "Are you sick?"
He can't tell if the sudden colour on her cheeks is due to a well-timed gust of wind, or if she is taken aback by his concern. Either way, he thinks – noting the way the rising sun kisses her skin – it's better than the unhealthy paleness earlier.
"I – yeah."
They hear the high beeps of the stoplight indicating it was safe for pedestrians to cross, and they fall into step towards the hospital.
She sniffles. "I know it's a terrible time to be sick," here she grumbles, "especially when I'm still lagging behind you in flight numbers."
He can't help but smirk, his competitiveness rising to the surface. "It's because I'm the best."
She snorts, not feeling all that sick anymore. "Sure. Just wait till I beat you."
She's looking straight ahead at the entrance to Lifesaving, determination set on her face. She doesn't notice his smirk soften to a small smile. "I will."
When she returns to the staff station after her morning ICU rounds, she finds an unopened hot pack on top of her notebooks.
A/N: is this ooc? is the sun really the sun or is it shiraishi's smile? are aishira flirting?
do they realise they are flirting?
someone help these two please
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a-flowingheat: im so sorry idk how to respond to reviews on ffnet so if ur reading this HI! and as to what shiraishi realises... perhaps... l o v e...?