So, I've started a new collection. This is how it works: I've been asking people for random suggestions to use in a fanfiction. All they give me is an object, or an idea, or an action, or a sentence that has to be said… or practically anything. And then I'll use it in its own one-shot. This first one was a suggestion from my brother and he got the idea from the show Psych. If you don't watch it, you ought to. It's really, really, really funny. If you want to participate, feel free to message me or leave it as a review. I take three suggestions per person but they don't have to be three different kinds of suggestions. They could all be props or something. Anyway, please enjoy the first of this one-shot collection. Reviews are always nice, too.

1. Pineapple

Ayuzawa Misaki unlocked the door to the Student Council Room and quickly entered, thinking of all the work that she had to get done. She had arrived earlier than usual. It was 5:30 in the morning. Crossing to her desk, she stared at the floor as she plotted out her schedule. A pair of feet came into her line of vision. She looked up and saw Usui Takumi sitting on her desk as always, but in his hands was a giant fruit basket.

"Baka Usui! Why are you here so early? And what is that?" she said pointing at the basket."

Usui smiled at her. "Obviously it's a fruit basket, Prez. It—"

"I'm perfectly aware that it's a fruit basket!" Misaki snapped. "What I'm asking is why you brought it here, and especially why you decided to leave it on my desk!"

"That's what I was going to explain, Prez. It was here when I arrived."

"Well, what time did you get here?" asked Misaki suspiciously.

"Not telling." Usui smirked at her.

Refusing to get riled up by him, Misaki simply said "Fine" and crossed around to the back of her desk. When Usui didn't get up when she placed down her schoolbag, she pushed his back and shoved him off her desk. From the floor, with fruit from the basket splayed around him, he looked up at her with pain in his eyes.

"Ayuzawa…"

Misaki held up a hand, blocking his face from her view. "Stop. I don't want to hear it." Without looking up from the papers she had taken from her schoolbag, she pointed to the door. "Get out."

Chuckling, Usui picked himself up off of the floor. He set something on her desk and said, "See you later, Prez." Misaki was careful not to avert her gaze from her papers, but that didn't stop a faint blush from appearing on her cheeks. As soon as the door clicked shut, she breathed a sigh of relief and leaned back in her chair. She looked at the fruit that was now on her desk. It was a large pineapple.

Of any fruit from which to choose, why a pineapple? Misaki thought. She shrugged and resumed her work, trying to get as much done before school started.

English Class

Sensei had a tendency to drone in this class. They had recently started a new novel that was based in the early United States. They had only read a few chapters and already Sensei would talk about nothing other than the symbolism. Apparently, everything was symbolism in this book. Lately, he had been talking about the significance of the letter "A" and why it was so important that it was red. It had been the same lecture the past three days.

Stifling a yawn, because it would be inappropriate that the Student Council President was not paying attention in class, Misaki looked towards the window at the bright, sunny sky. Then Usui caught her eye. He smiled at pointed at something on his desk. It was the same pineapple from earlier. Misaki gave him a scathing look and turned back to the front of the room, attempting to at least look like she was paying attention.

Break

Misaki returned to the Student Council Room as always. Paperwork was always piling up and this weird pineapple thing was starting to get to her. In each class, there had been at least one pineapple somewhere in the room, but usually it was on either her desk or Usui's. Baka perverted outer space alien. Misaki thought. He's just trying to get to me, like always. This is nothing new… Except for the fact that he's using a pineapple. I hate pineapples.

Shaking her head, Misaki went to work, throwing the ever-present pineapple to the other side of the room.

After School

"Yo, Prez! Wait up!" Usui called chasing after her. In his arms were bags filled with more of the yellow fruit.

"What is with those today? Why are you stalking me with pineapples?" Misaki glared at her walking companion.

"What?" Usui asked innocently. "Don't you like pineapples?"

Misaki stared straight ahead. "No. I hate them. They're my least favorite fruit." She was several steps ahead when she realized that Usui had stopped.

"You… don't like them?"

"No."

Usui stood there blinking in total confusion. "Why not?"

"They're prickly and not nice to look at on the outside. The inside can be sweet, but most of the time it isn't. Plus, it leaves this weird kind of stinging feeling on my tongue after I'm done eating it," Misaki explained while continuing their walk to work.

Usui smiled to himself behind Misaki's back. "I guess I'll just have to change your mind, then," he murmured.

"What?"

"Nothing, Prez."

After Work

Misaki was in the middle of the process of wiping down the tables when Usui called her to the kitchen. Grabbing her rag and bucket of soapy water, she headed to the back. Usui smiled suspiciously as she came in.

Misaki narrowed her eyes at him. "What is it?"

"I have a surprise for you, Misa-chan." His grin grew even wider. He turned around and grabbed something and then faced Misaki again. In his hands, he was holding a slice of a delicate yellow cake. The white icing looked like spun snow and it made the yellow of the cake seem even richer. Misaki's eyes widened at the treat, but she wasn't going to be taken in so easily.

"What is that?"

"Obviously it's a cake, Misa-chan."

Misaki rolled her eyes. "I'm perfectly aware that it's a cake, but what I'm asking is wh—" Misaki's question was cut off by something obstructing from speaking. Usui had taken a forkful of the cake and shoved it into her mouth while she had been talking. He smiled as he watched the maid chew and swallow his confection. His smile turned into a smirk when he saw her realize what the flavor of the cake was.

"Pineapple." She glared at him while wiping her mouth.

"Yup. I had to change your mind somehow."

"It hasn't changed my mind."

He took a step towards her. "Are you sure, Misa-chan?" His smirk spread into a devious grin.

"Yes, I'm sure," she said shortly while slowly backing up.

Instead of coming even closer and backing her up against the wall like she expected, Usui just shrugged and turned back to the counter, cleaning it up. "Oh well… There's no helping it I guess."

"What do you mean?"

Usui kept his back to her in order to hide his satisfied grin. "Well, I think that you and the pineapple go very well together…"

"Huh?"

Usui hopped up onto the counter so he was sitting facing her. "You described why you hated pineapples, right?"

"Yes…" said Misaki cautiously.

Usui couldn't stop a smile from slowly spreading across his face. "Do you remember that book we're reading for English?"

Misaki nodded. "The one with all the symbols? Yeah. What about it?"

He grabbed a pineapple from behind him on the counter. He held it out in front of him. "This pineapple…" He paused dramatically. "… is you."

Misaki's face twisted into one of pure disdain. "Me?"

"You said it yourself, Mi-sa-chan," he said in a sing-song voice.

Misaki just gave him a scathing look. "Explain."

"Symbolically speaking, you are a pineapple. Prickly on the outside, but sweet on the inside. Plus…" Usui hopped off the counter and grabbed her so her back was against his chest. "Your kisses also leave a weird feeling in my mouth," he whispered in her ear. She could hear his smile.

"Baka Usui. You perverted outer space alien," Misaki muttered, reddening.

Usui just laughed and continued holding her.

Fin.

What did you think? Was there OOC-ness? Did you figure out what the book was in the English class? (It was The Scarlet Letter.) I had to read it in my English class sophomore year and it was packed with useless and probably unintentional symbolism. I totally didn't intend for this to be a "symbolism" story, but as soon as I had Misaki describe the pineapple, I knew it had to be done. It was just going to be a dessert that Usui made with random pineapples that had been following Misaki around but… It didn't really turn out this way… I hope you liked it, though! Oh, and I don't know who sent the fruit basket. I guess Usui might have but it doesn't really make sense with him… so there's just a random fruit basket mystery that has yet to be solved. That might be fun to write actually…

And just so you know, depending on what the suggestion is, these one-shots could be completely in character, out of character, gender bended, in alternate universes… just about anything could happen. So be aware that not every single story is going to be Fluff, (although I do really enjoy Fluff) but there's going to be action, confusion, random happenstances, stuff that doesn't make any coherent sense whatsoever… I really just plan to have fun with these.

Again, if you want in, message me and/or review. (Please choose the one that includes review. I love feedback of any kind. Even if you absolutely hated it, tell me. Criticism is the BEST.)

Questions? I have answers.