Title: Four Seasons - Epilogue
Pairing: Aizawa/Shiraishi
Summary: A revelation that baffled everyone and made them wonder if fate actually really exists.
Notes: Bonus epilogue chapter featuring adults OT5 and surprise, surprise!
Tell me once again why am I doing this?
Mihoko was greeted by a sight of a medium-sized box in front of her door when she arrived home after an at least bearable day in the Perinatal Care Center. When she saw the sender's address, it was as if a lightbulb was turned on in her brain, and she immediately brought the box inside. That was not what bothered her, though. It was the fact that she hadn't had the time to clean up her place before the package came so that now she didn't have a proper place to put the box.
For the first time in her life, Hiyama Mihoko felt like she needed to clean up by herself, not getting told off first.
Oh the great lengths I'd do for you, Shiraishi.
She needed at least one week to completely clean her place (but by Megumi's standards it would merely pass as livable) to be able to do her task properly. She wouldn't usually care that much, but this was what she needed to do and that she needed to really be careful of what she's going to do, so Mihoko could only accept her fate that she really, really had to clean up first.
It's going to be Aizawa Kousaku and Shiraishi Megumi's wedding in two weeks, and she's appointed herself to prepare a surprise event for both of them. It was actually Kazuo's idea, but the fact that the EMS was still as busy as ever she'd have to mostly do everything by herself. That's how she decided to asked Megumi's mother for her childhood photos to be sent to her place.
Careful to at least keep the albums arranged by year, the former flight doctor began to sort the pictures. She didn't expect that Megumi would have this many photos, to be honest. She sighed to herself as she opened a random album and began her search for appropriate photos.
Damn, Shiraishi was as boring as ever, she couldn't help but chuckle to herself as she went through the albums. There were mostly normal pictures, too normal for her liking, and she was about to give up for the day when she reached a particular year.
The very first photo told her it was when the bride was on her fourth year of elementary school. It was actually quite a normal photo, with the group of people in the picture posing and smiling towards the camera with the cherry blossoms in the background. Until she noticed something and it feels like her brain stopped working, oh my god, is that what I think it is?!
Mihoko couldn't believe what she saw. It must have been her mind playing tricks on her, or her brain got fried completely because of too much cleaning.
"Oi, Hiyama! Is everything okay for the surprise later?" Kazuo threw her the question with his trademark silly grin in hushed voice, as Mihoko sipped her drink near one of the delicacies tables provided. Soft orchestral melody was playing in the background as people enjoyed their meal in the festive. It was going smoothly, the wedding reception, somehow it felt like a dream they could never have.
"Yeah right, you just missed the opportunity to discover the discovery of the century," she rolled her eyes playfully, earning herself an impertinent look from the other doctor that she ignored as she enjoyed her drink more.
"Eh?! What do you mean?!"
As Kazuo's response was a little louder than needed, Haruka nudged his ribs and apologized to other guests that were bothered by the comotion. With two deathly glares directed upon him, he could only zipped his mouth in fear of his life. He supposed he'd understand when it's time for the event, so he cleared his throat and resumed his post as the best man.
It was a one fine day between Spring and Summer, in which Kousaku managed to adjust his schedule and come back from Toronto. It was finally happening, his wedding — their wedding — him and Megumi. It felt like eternity, the time that passed between them. How they managed to prepare for everything even as they're miles apart was a miracle, and that he thought he owed a lot to his comrades.
He wanted them —but mostly for her— to have a proper wedding, even when she insisted she didn't really need it, as long as we're together, she said, but he'd at least do this for her. And the sight of Megumi in her wedding dress made everything worth it. He supposed his luck for life must have run out already.
"Now, we have a special video prepared for the lovely bride and groom! Oh, and it's prepared by the one and only Hiyama-sensei for us to enjoy!"
The guests of the banquet clapped in anticipation of the video. As it started with a typical wedding worthy background music, baby photos of Megumi and Kousaku was respectively shown.
"Hey, how long do you think Hiyama prepared for this?" Megumi curiously snickered from her seat, earning her a wondering smile from the groom.
"Not sure. What I'm sure is that she had so much free time," he grinned in response, and they both laughed heartily together.
"This brings back so much memories —wow," she couldn't help but be overwhelmed by all the feelings that resurrected after each photo. He knew she's becoming more vulnerable as each picture was shown and he grabbed her hands tightly in hope to comfort her, then massaged her hands slowly.
"I think I'm going to cry more," she muttered in between pictures shown, amusing him.
"How do Hiyama get your photos, though?!" Her bewildered expression made his grip on her hands tightened, as he let a wondering laugh.
"She must have her ways, like I said, she had so much free time after leaving lifesaving,"
Megumi could only nod in agreement and she wrapped her fingers around his, needing the warm comfort more than ever somehow. Then her elementary school day pictures were being shown and her mind traveled to a certain memory from way back.
The picture of her and her friends on the hanami on the first day of fourth grade was shown across the screen. But the surprise was when she saw what was highlighted in the picture, that someone else was there at the back.
"Kousaku, is that, you?!" She surprisedly hissed, albeit in a very low voice, towards the man beside her.
"Uh, yes?" And his reply made her world freeze for a few seconds, realisation just dawned on her that she's actually met Kousaku on her childhood days. But what upset her was the fact that she had not recognized him instantly, and that he never had the audacity to told her it's him.
"I was actually wondering when you're recognize me," he stated as a matter of fact as he brought up his red scarf, if ever she still has it in her possession somehow.
And then he got a small slap on his back from his wife. Not that it hurt him in the least.
"Is that Aizawa? Really? So they've met before Shohoku?!"
"Ssh, you don't get to beat the bride, Fujikawa-sensei."
Notes: Yay! I finally finished writing for this series! I hope the epilogue give a closure needed for everyone! And, happy birthday to our Aizawa-sensei!
Now I'm off to write for either my High-school AU fic or Scrubs, or a whole new project.
Let's spread Aishira love worldwide XD
*crossing my fingers for the movie DVD to be released sooner because, it's such a masterpiece, ugh*
