ficlet; 011: busted
pairing: aizawa kosaku/shiraishi megumi
word count: 815 words
note: Another one of those clichés!

Hiyama hummed under her breath as she buzzed herself through the front entrance of Shiraishi's apartment complex. As she waited for the lift, she pulled out her phone; Shiraishi had not replied to the message she sent half an hour ago, announcing her impending arrival. Shrugging, Hiyama tapped out another message, adding a line of beer emojis. Shiraishi had taken a rare day off to prepare for her presentation at an emergency medicine conference tomorrow. On a whim, as she was preparing to leave the hospital after her shift, Hiyama decided to drop by Shiraishi's apartment. She knew that Shiraishi would be going through her presentation no lesser than ten times, so she thought perhaps a little relaxation was in order. A short break, with a couple of cans of beer, like what they usually do when they lived together.

Reaching Shiraishi's apartment, Hiyama was about to open the door with her spare key, when she hesitated. There still was no reply to her messages, and her best friend had given her a mini lecture the last time she showed up unannounced and used her key (it's a spare key, Hiyama!). Sighing inwardly, she knocked on the door instead, and waited. The door opened about thirty seconds later, and Shiraishi peered out, wearing a tank top and shorts, her hair in a disarray.

"Hiyama!" she squeaked out, looking unusually flustered.

Hiyama eyed her friend's messy hair critically. "I knew you'd be working too hard. You need to relax before tomorrow, so I am here to make you do just exactly that," she said cheerfully. She was poised to enter the apartment when Shiraishi shifted her body, partially blocking the doorway.

"Hiyama, errr…it's kind of…not a good time. I mean, I'm already dressed for bed, and…" Shiraishi's voice trailed off as Hiyama stared at her.

"What? Has all that studying fried your brain? This is me!" Hiyama pushed Shiraishi aside, barging into the apartment. "We used to live together, remember? I practically saw you naked…" she stopped in mid-sentence as she took in the scene in the living room: books, papers, scribbled notes strewn around Shiraishi's laptop on the coffee table, and a very unperturbed Aizawa sitting on the couch, reading a medical textbook.

Aizawa. In Shiraishi's apartment, and it was nearly ten o'clock at night. She said that first thing that came into her mind. "What are you doing here?"

"Visiting," Aizawa said calmly, turning a page.

"Visiting!?" Hiyama sputtered, noting that Aizawa was wearing what that looked suspiciously like pajamas; sweatpants and a faded T-shirt. She swivelled around to look at Shirashi, who was blushing so hard that she was starting to resemble a giant tomato, and back at Aizawa, who was as still unruffled as ever. "You mean…the two of you…since when?" She couldn't believe it. Well, no, yes she could actually believe it, because these two had been dancing around each other practically forever, but still.

"Urmm…a while ago," Shiraishi muttered, her face still red.

"A while ago?" Hiyama echoed. "How long ago was 'a while ago'?"

"Hiyama, I hardly think this is really any of your business," Aizawa said dryly.

"Kōsaku," Shiraishi admonished, as Hiyama gaped.

"Kōsaku?" She was aware that she was beginning to sound like a parrot but her usually brilliant brain was not really working right now. She couldn't believe how quiet they had managed to keep it. She suddenly noticed that Aizawa's hair was rather messy, too, and something else clicked into place.

It seemed like she had interrupted at a very inopportune moment.

Hiyama backed away, towards the door. "Well, in this case, I really think I've disturbed enough…so…good night!" She grabbed Shiraishi's arm as she headed towards the door. "You are telling me everything tomorrow, and I mean everything."

"Hiyama…"

"Everything."

Shiraishi closed the door, heaving a sigh of relief. Aizawa put down his book as she padded towards him, sitting down and leaning against him, her head on his shoulder. "That was awkward," she said.

He slipped his arm around her, and stroked her shoulder in an affectionate manner. "She would've found out eventually."

"I know, but it would be under less awkward circumstances," Shiraishi pointed out. "I was going to tell her."

"Hn," he said, pressing a kiss to the side of her head. "Well, I suggest that we continue what we were doing before we were interrupted."

"Ah," Shiraishi straightened herself, and reached for her laptop, bringing up her presentation slides. "Can you help me look at this diagram, and…"

"Megumi," he cut in, closing the lid of her laptop. "We weren't looking at your slides when Hiyama barged in." A smile was playing about his lips as he looked at her, and she blushed.

"Oh," she said, and as Aizawa pulled her to him, that was the last thing she said for quite a while.

A/N: Relationship reveal trope! In my head, Hiyama is always going to be the one who finds out first, haha.

Reviews and comments are love! More prompts are also welcomed, although I still have so many to work through :P

P.S. On a very random and off topic note, I found out today that Horikita Maki is MARRIED and RETIRED with a KID. Oh, my Yamaki shipper heart mourns.