A/N: Prince of Tennis (Tennis no Oujisama) belongs solely to Konami Takeshi.

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Ohtori Choutarou and Shishido Ryou got along perfectly well. There had been many times where they found themselves sitting down and having a good talk with each other, and other times where they found nothing to say to each other, only to remain in silence. A comfortable silence, not one that got them feeling unnerved.

Both of them knew a lot about each other, being doubles partners and all. In fact, they were often seen hanging around each other more than anyone else. However, no one knew that the fiery-tempered and proud Shishido could get along so well with the meek and gentle Ohtori. And despite the fact that Ohtori was taller than Shishido, it was perfectly clear who was the younger one of the two. As much as Shishido would hate to admit it, Ohtori had already grown onto him as much as he did to Ohtori.

Even so, the two of them did have times that they disagreed with each other, only to end up arguing with one another, much to everyone else's surprise. They never lasted very long, thanks to Ohtori's personality.

"I don't think it's such a good idea at all, Shishido-san…" Ohtori's voice trailed off, hoping not to offend his senpai in any way.

Shishido scowled at Ohtori's comment, clearly expressing his displeasure. As much as Ohtori went against it, he thought it was a good idea to hold the next Hyotei Tennis Club's party (Atobe had decided to celebrate…Whatever needed celebrating all on one day, as well as graciously offer to pay the full cost of it, of course.) in a forest, only them and nature. Yes, to camp out in a forest. Shishido's true idea of manliness.

"We'd all be trying something new, Choutarou," Shishido tried to explain. "Besides, Atobe needs to get out of his house a bit. He's too pampered."

Ohtori shook his head, letting out an exasperated sigh. "But Shishido-san, I don't think the rest of them would even go along with your idea, even if I do. It's something they won't be used to, I'm sure."

"They'd have to get used to it somehow. They are MEN, aren't they?"

"But Shishi–"

"Shhh," Shishido tried to hush the younger, silver-haired boy down, until all they could hear was the gentle pitter-patter of rain falling on the windowsill and their own breathing. "Let's not bother with it; there's no point getting worked up over such a stupid thing."

"We could always get Jirou to decide for us all. He looked really enthusiastic about this," Ohtori suggested.

"You do realize that may mean a party on a cruise ship, right?" Shishido raised an eyebrow. "He claims the rocking of the ship helps him sleep…" Like he doesn't sleep enough already, Shishido muttered softly under his breath.

Ohtori chuckled, nodding his head. "I personally don't mind much. As long as Shishido-san is there."

All the capped boy could do was look away awkwardly, avoiding Ohtori's gaze; his lips curving into a smile, not saying anything else. And there they both sat, only to settle in that same comfortable silence once more.