ficlet; 012: the talk
pairing: aizawa kosaku/shiraishi megumi
word count: 880 words
note: With some continuity from the last ficlet.
Shiraishi leaned back in her chair and stretched, raising her arms over her head, working out the kink on her back. Her shift ended an hour ago, but she had chosen to stay back, catching up on reports. Besides, Aizawa was still in surgery, and she had promised to wait for him so they could go for dinner together. She was just about to resume her report writing when Fujikawa entered the room, stethoscope in hand. "Ah, Fujikawa-sensei," she greeted. "Good job today."
"Good job today," Fujikawa returned, smothering a yawn. He glanced at Shiraishi, and then he pulled a chair, sidling up next to her. She looked at him questioningly, and he gave her a mischievous grin. "So, I heard some news from Hiyama."
Shiraishi stifled a sigh. True, she didn't ask Hiyama to keep her discovery a secret, but she couldn't help feeling the teeniest bit annoyed that her best friend had blabbed, and to Fujikawa no less, Shohoku's resident king of gossip. Granted, Fujikawa was one of her closest friends, but still. She would like the option of telling him herself when she (and Aizawa) was ready. "Uh huh," she responded, keeping her tone casual.
"Does Haruka know?" he asked, his expression inquisitive.
"Yes, she does," Shiraishi replied, keys clicking rapidly as she continued her typing.
"Uwaaah, I cannot believe Haruka didn't tell me!" the orthopaedic surgeon bemoaned. "Wait, this means I'm the last to find out!" He realised belatedly. Shiraishi gave him a weak smile, lifting her shoulder in a shrug, as a mildly offended expression appeared on his face. Huffing impatiently, he waved his hand in a dismissive gesture, and looked at her. "Hiyama also told me she gave Aizawa the talk."
"The talk?" Shiraishi echoed. "What talk?"
"You know…asking him about his intentions towards you, and threatening him so that he'll treat you well. That talk," Fujikawa clarified.
She looked taken aback. "What?!"
"Oh, Aizawa didn't tell you? Now you know how it feels to be the last one to find something out," Fujikawa said cheekily. "But anyway, back the topic at hand…" he puffed up his chest importantly. "As Aizawa's only male friend and therefore his best friend, I have to ask you, how serious are you towards this relationship?"
"Fujikawa-sensei," Shiraishi heaved a sigh. "I really need to finish these reports. I promised Tachibana-sensei that I'll give these to him by today."
"Shiraishi, I'm being serious here!" Fujikawa looked wounded. "I'm genuinely looking out for the wellbeing of Aizawa," he insisted. "And you as well, I guess," he added, almost as an afterthought.
Shiraishi continued working, thinking to herself that if she ignored him, eventually he'd leave her alone. Unfortunately, Fujikawa was relentless. "Shiraishi! Answer me!"
She stopped typing, and turned around to look at him. There seemed to be no deterring the bespectacled doctor. "You've known me for a decade. I should think you understand me quite well, right? I take everything I do seriously."
"Too seriously, sometimes," Fujikawa muttered, and then he gave her a grin. "Then can I trust you to look after Aizawa?"
Shiraishi glanced at him, not quite knowing how to answer that question. "If it helps," she said finally. "I truly care for Aizawa."
"Well, that's that I want to hear! It's settled then. I don't think I need to threaten you after all…" Fujikawa snickered, as Shiraishi rolled her eyes. "But you know…" he continued, his face turning thoughtful. "I'm happy for you both. You're good for Aizawa, Shiraishi. He needs someone like you."
The honest sincerity in his tone touched her, and Shiraishi smiled at him. "Thank you, Fujikawa-sensei."
"Besides, you're probably the only woman in the world who could put up with him," Fujikawa made a face. "And anyway, I'm sure you make Aizawa very happy," he smirked, as Shiraishi stared at him blankly, confused at the emphasis of his words. Clucking his tongue at her expression, he edged closer to her, smiling suggestively. "I heard he was already spending nights at your apartment…"
Shiraishi's eyes widened, as the implication of his words hit her. "Fujikawa-sensei!" she squeaked, and at the same time, an annoyed voice was heard.
"Fujikawa." Both of them swivelled around, to see Aizawa at the door, arms crossed, scowling at Fujikawa.
"Ehehehe, Aizawa," Fujikawa greeted nervously. "I was just…you know what, I have to check on a patient in ICU, I'll see you later." Grabbing his stethoscope, he quickly made himself scarce.
Aizawa made a scoffing noise, walking to his table beside Shiraishi, and putting down the files he was holding. She eyed him curiously. "How much of our conversation did you hear?"
"Enough," he said brusquely.
Shiraishi touched his hand briefly. "I know Fujikawa-sensei is nosy, but in his heart, he means well, you know."
Aizawa said nothing, grabbing a file and flipping the lid of his laptop opened. As Shiraishi turned her attention back to her reports, he spoke up suddenly. "He's right, though."
"Eh?"
He turned to look at her, his eyes serious. "You're good for me."
She smiled at him, and she reached out squeezing his hand affectionately. He leaned closer to her, and murmured in her ear. "And you make me very happy."
At that, Shiraishi immediately felt her face flooding with colour. "Aizawa-sensei!"
A/N: Heh, thought I'll switch it up a little. I did plan to write Hiyama the BFF threatening Aizawa, but choikimmy had written something similar and wrote it extremely well, so I better not embarrass myself. I've always liked the Fujikawa/Shiraishi dynamic, so thought I'd try my hand at that.
Work is still mad, so writing time is still limited – but writing remains my outlet to get away from it all. And every review I received is motivates me, so as usual, reviews and comments are love times a zillion! 3