title: a night to remember

pairing: shiraishi/aizawa

a/n: when both shiraishi and aizawa forget what they said drunk, they end up remembering a lot more things.


Shiraishi opens the locker door with difficulty as she tries to make out the numbers to her combination. Pulling it apart, she takes her jacket off and hangs it up. Shiraishi vaguely remembers anything from yesterday. Bits and pieces here and there, she remembers drinking, laughing and sadistic comments. She cringes at what she did. She should have never gotten that drunk yesterday.

"Good morning." Hiyama cheerily greets, pulling Shiraishi out of her thoughts. Shiraishi replies softly and she changes to her scrubs in the process. A hangover made things so difficult to do. Shaking her head, she focusses and concentrates on doing what she needed to do.

"You don't remember anything?" Hiyama asks, lightly smiling.

"No, I can't even remember what I drank." Shiraishi sighs as she pops an aspirin pill in her mouth. Drinking her water, she takes small sips to calm her headache.

"Eh? Not even the conversation with Aizawa?" Hiyama presses further, arranging her items.

This calls back some memories for Shiraishi. She remembers telling him about her family and her listening to him about his family. Slowly, she remembers talking about his relations, her own relations, family and partners. As she goes deeper into the pothole, she remembers too much and almost chokes on her water. Luckily, Hiyama didn't notice and was busy tying her hair.

"Ah…Did I talk to him?" Shiraishi fakes, putting on a light tone.

"Well, both of you were pretty intense. You guys were really in the conversation." Hiyama teases. "This might turn into romance, you know." Shiraishi defensively objects Hiyama's comment, of which Hiyama laughs and admits she was playing a joke.

"Well, I'll see you later, okay?" Hiyama calls as she walks out. Shiraishi nods and as soon as Hiyama leaves, she closes her eyes and waves of regret come in. She shouldn't have done what she did yesterday night. Clearing her mind, she keeps her cool. But the situation sticks to her like glue at the back of her head.

She doesn't remember how she got home. Did someone call a taxi for her? Her face goes pale. If Mary Jane did, she would probably spread the news faster than Fujikawa spreads gossip. She mentally reminds herself to send a message to her. Returning to the staff station, she bumps into Aizawa. He awkward looks at her before she avoids eye contact. He bows and she reciprocates, scurrying to write up her reports.


Shiraishi holds up a glass of sake and taps her glass against her colleagues. At this point, she was beyond drunk. She giggles and laughs as she talks to Hiyama and the others. Off in the corner, she sees Aizawa drinking by himself.

They were all drinking at a bar after work since they had the time. Fujikawa went through the trouble to find everyone, but now he deeply wondered if his decision was right. He stayed sober with Hiyama, but the other two weren't as disciplined. Shiraishi had walked in with a stressed face and a dull mood, but now she was drunk and giddily laughing away. Aizawa, on the other hand, was in a particularly distracted mood. He has been drinking ever since he stepped foot in the bar. His glass was never empty, and neither did he care about whether he was drunk. Both of them just wanted the alcohol to numb the feelings inside; the feeling of relaxation to escape the reality.

"Aizawa-sensei! Come and drink with us!" Shiraishi slurs her words as she walks over to him. Aizawa doesn't move, and stays stationary at his spot. Shiraishi lands herself next to him and takes sips of her sake while he drinks the whisky in his glass. He silently drinks, but his face is a bright red from the alcohol.

"Aizawa-sensei, what is your life like? Besides your grandma?" Shiraishi blurts out.

"My father left me…and so did my mother." He mumbles. "My family was lying all this while. They lied about my mother's death and how she died. It was suicide and I caused the suicide." Just as he finishes, he downs the remaining whisky and asks for seconds. Shiraishi absentmindedly rests her hand on his shoulder in a friendly manner.

"Eh…That's how its like? My father has stage 4 lung cancer. He's in the process of dying. He keeps saying he doesn't have time left. You know what I said? I told him he wasn't like a doctor; he was a coward!" Shiraishi slurs loudly to him. Luckily, the rest of the staff were seated quite far away, and couldn't hear what was being said. They were too engaged in another conversation.

"I thought my father was dead, but he was alive. They lied to family. My birth was the cause of my mother's suicide!" Aizawa mumbles louder, this time in a slurred tone. They drink and make sadistic comments on their current family situation.

"Aizawa, what is family?" Shiraishi mumbles. Aizawa, dead drunk, turns to her and absentmindedly puts his arm around her shoulder, just as she did.

"Family are people that don't lie. They trust and love each other. They stay by their sides and don't leave." Aizawa slurs.

"They trust each other and don't lie…Then aren't we family?" She replied. "We trust each other and don't lie. We stay by each other's side and don't leave."

"Ah." He slurs. His drunk mindset, agrees with what she says. Within his subconscious, he considers more than friends; best friends; a sister. He thinks of her more than that.

"Promise me you don't leave me like how they did?" Aizawa slurs, his eyes half closed. Shiraishi giggles and takes more sake.

"If you don't, I won't either. We are more than family." She giggles, not aware of what she said.

Drunk and having no self-awareness, Shiraishi rests his head on his shoulder. Aizawa doesn't budge, but continues to slur his thoughts from his subconscious. Shiraishi does so too. The others have long gone home, leaving both of them in the bar. Suddenly, she does something she doesn't expect herself to do. She cups his red cheeks and pulls his face against hers. Their lips meeting, he lets the alcohol take over and he enjoys the feeling of her soft lips on his. Pulling away, she giggles and he lets the bliss run over him.

"We are more than family now, right?" Shiraishi giggles.


Aizawa rubs his temples once he's done changing. His head hurts like crazy and he can barely listen to what Fujikawa was saying.

"Eh? You don't remember?" Fujikawa's cheeky face glows.

"No, I don't." Aizawa replies, sipping on some tea.

"Ah, that's unfortunate. Your conversation with Shiraishi was so interesting, It might spark romance." Fujikawa raises his eyebrows cheekily. Aizawa rolls his eyes before he starts to remember what happened last night. It comes in pieces in a few waves. Then, he remembers what Shiraishi did and his face lightly turns red. His headache didn't help and he felt so embarrassed for thinking what he did towards Shiraishi.

They avoid eye contact for the rest of the day, only communicating in emergency treatments. Besides, she was on flight duty, he was on outpatient care. They bump into each other in the on-call room for night shift. Shiraishi, startled, slightly jumps but quickly recovers. They sit in silent for a while, not knowing how to start.

"About last night…I'm sorry of what I did. I-I didn't know what I was thinking." Shiraishi stammers an apology.

"You remembered?" Aizawa asks as he uncomfortably shifts his pockets. Shiraishi nods. Aizawa nods as well, showing he did too.

"Here." Aizawa said, pulling out a folded piece of paper in his pocket out. Shiraishi took it and opened it up. On the paper, were documents on the latest researches to lung cancer, latest treatments and all. Shiraishi stares at it for a moment.

"Why?" Shiraishi questions, not understanding. Aizawa wouldn't go the extra mile if he didn't need to. Aizawa wordlessly stood up and shifted himself next to Shiraishi. After a moment, he replied.

"Last night, you promised me you won't leave me. Likewise, I'll promise you." He grunts out. Shiraishi slowly nods and folded the paper back. They said in the on-call room for a while, soaking in the silence.

"Your father...You should talk to him." Shiraishi stammers an advice. Aizawa looks at her like she's crazy. Aizawa of all things, don't want to talk to that grown man.

"I-I know you won't like it. But, isn't that the only way of finding out more to the truth? It's been a long time, Aizawa. Find the truth and let go." Shiraishi says. A moment after she does, she realizes how insensitive she was being and jumps to her feet.

"I'm sorry! I-I don't know what I was saying…Take it that I never said anything!" She blurts out and turns to dash out, running from Aizawa. A warm hand grabs her wrist and pulls her back into the on-call room. Pulling her to sit down, she sits next to Aizawa and fumbles with her things.

"I'll do it." Aizawa abruptly replies.

"Eh?"

"I'll talk to him." Shiraishi looks with big shocked eyes, never expecting that Aizawa would take her advice to heart. Shiraishi nods in reply.

"About last night… did you mean what you did?" Aizawa further asked. Shiraishi reaches up to touch her lips, knowing he's talking about the kiss. He reaches to grab that hand and caresses her cheek. Shiraishi someway or another, felt this familiar feeling. Did she experience this before?

"I was drunk, I don't…" Before Shiraishi can reply, Aizawa reaches up and cups her cheeks the same way she did to him and lets their lips touch. The familiar feeling washes them. As he moved his lips, she found herself moving hers too. Pulling away, the same bliss that fell upon their intoxicated bodies last night fell again.

"Am I more than family?" Aizawa asks. Shiraishi doesn't reply, but dives in for another kiss. The promise they promised each other would never break, and they knew they wouldn't break it. Aizawa had his obvious reply, and Shiraishi reciprocated it perfectly. Her hands run through his hair as his hands hold her tight. His hands rest on her hip bone and her hands rest on his shoulders. They pull away and their forehead's rest against each other. They could feel each other's breathing on their skin, their lips wanting more. But this was no time for it. They had a shift to work, and this was no environment to do so.

"We'll continue this later." She lightly muses with a smile and kisses his cheek. His cheek turns red and she pulls him up too. Aizawa didn't want to let her go, but he knew she had to. Holding her by her waist, he pulls her once more towards him and kisses her lightly. Aizawa wanted to savor this feeling once again, knowing they won't be able to do so for the night shift.

"Aizawa!" Her tone lightly scolds, even though he could feel her lips curl into a smile against his lips. Finally, they peel each other off and resume their night shift. Shiraishi stayed in the staff station to handle reports and her rounds while Aizawa stayed mostly in the office and was on his feet going round. Both of them tried not to think about what had happened, and concentrated on their work. At the end of the shift, Aizawa met with Shiraishi in the empty staffroom and left the hospital, hands interlocked.

A night they couldn't remember…left them with one they would remember for a long time.


a/n: hello everyone! I apologise for the lack of updates! i've been relatively busy with school and i have a very packed schedule, leaving me not much time to write. furthermore, i have intense writer's block due to studies and personal life piling me, so i needed to take a short break for a while. hope you guys understand!

requested by Guest Grace! loved this idea! I had a joy writing it, and rewatching the drunk scene between the two doctors! who else wanted more from that episode? hands up!

i love the support and suggestions from you guys. do let me know what else you want to see! ill gladly do my best to write it! as usual, reviews and requests are all welcome! let me know what else you want! hope you enjoyed this one shot!

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