"...What is that Akira?" A lump of mushy, golden, mass lay on the table of Shuuji's kitchen between the two boys. Shuuji leaned away from it and stared warily at Akira.

"We're leaving Shuuji, Akira." Shuuji's father called from the entry way.

"Bye bye Daddy!! Ahahahaha!" Akira giggled and shoved the mass to Shuuji who flinched almost violently. "Melon breeeaaad! Yay! Try It Shuuuuuji-kun! I made it with mamechichi and loooove! Ahahahaha."

"Melon bread? You can't be serious Akira, look at it!" A pout formed on Akira's face, one they both knew that Shuuji could never resist.

"Shuuuuuji-kun!" Shuuji let his head fall and he reached out to the, now know, melon bread. The second it reached his mouth Akira smiled and threw himself at Shuuji. "Yay! Shuuji-kun ate it!"

"Akira! No, wait!" The table cracked under Akira's weight and promptly broke. "Oof." Shuuji fell to the floor, Akira on top of him, and glared at the ceiling. "You broke my table. The melon bread was...okay though." Akira burst into his crazy giggles, unable to stop until Shuuji's father came back home and saw the table.

"My melon bread got squished." Akira said when Shuuji's father asked him what they were doing.

(A/N: Hahaha I love Shuuji to Akira, this was...really random OO I dunno how this came to be a story but...Shrugs whatever, it's still Shuuji To Akira. Slightly xD.)