The sun rays filtered through the blinds, casting a myriad of patterns on the sleeping pair. Shuuji stirred, feeling very snug and comfortable. "Where am I?" he mumbled before he remembered the events that occurred yesterday.

'We went to the beach after school, we got wet, then we went to Akira's house...'

"Kon kon, ohayou Shuu-jii-kuuun" A sleepy voice mumbled somewhere near his ear.

Shuuji would have jumped if he wasn't being held down by something. And when he looked down at that 'something', he realized the full extent of the very very compromising position they were in.

Akira's arms were around him and his head was resting on Akira's chest. Their legs were tangled up together and the worst thing was that Akira was wearing nothing more than a flimsy singlet and boxers.

Shuuji looked up at Akira's sleepy face and blushed at their closeness before shoving at the said sleepy person, "OI AKIRA!!!! GET OFF ME!!!"

Apparently, his panic gave him something close to superhuman strength because he shoved Akira entirely off the bed and Akira landed on the floor with a loud thump.

"...itai...Shuuu-jii-kuuun..."

There was an uncomfortable silence in the room as Akira lay dazed on the floor... well at least in Shuuji's point of view. Akira was still half asleep despite being unceremoniously shoved off the bed and so, blissfully ignorant of the tension in his dazed state.

Shuuji peered over the edge of the bed to see if Akira was still alive and a grin found its way to his face despite his embarrassment and annoyance. He couldn't help it, Akira looked too adorable sprawled on the floor in his Pokemon patterned boxers and a fluffy stuffed bear just beside him. Shuuji pointedly ignored the children books and Playboy magazines that littered the ground around him. He would ask Akira about them later when he wakes up fully... wait, he didn't want to know, really.

After a while, Akira got up and pulled himself back onto the bed, still half asleep. "Shuu-jii-kuun, why did you kick me off the bed?"

Shuuji huffed, "I didn't kick you off... I only pushed you off."

"Isn't it still the same?" Akira sulked as he flopped on to the bed with a sniffle. "I feel cold, Shuu-jii-kuun. Pass me the covers please?

Shuuji gave him an annoyed glance before leaning towards Akira, concerned. "Oi, Akira, are you okay? You look quite pale."

Akira crawled over to Shuuji and snuggled against him, "Shuuu-jiii-kuun is warm..."

"OI!" Shuuji blushed and pushed at the head that wriggled its way into his lap before snatching it back. "Akira, you're running a fever you idiot."

He got off the bed and pulled up the covers for his friend. The Panadol was by the bed and he maneuvered his way to the kitchen for water. After several fruitless minutes searching for water, he gave up and poured a glass of Akira's favourite soy milk. Akira would probably prefer his mamechichi over tap water anyway.

He made it back to the bed side without any major mishaps save for a few stumbles. He put the glass down and helped Akira up. "Here, swallow this." Akira obeyed feebly before snuggling against Shuuji again.

"Don't go Shuuji...onegai..."

Shuuji's face softened and he ran his fingers through Akira's hair absently, enjoying the feeling of those soft strands sliding smoothly past his fingers.

And he fell asleep again with his hands still entwined in Akira's hair. This time, their roles were reversed, Akira's head resting on Shuuji's chest. Both of them had small smiles on their faces.

Shuuji likes saying Oi, ne? Me too...