A/N: This is a short little drabble based on the prompt "Tinder." UsaMamo

Prompt: Tinder

He wasn't going to do it. It didn't matter that Motoki had made him an account on that stupid app, or that his best friend thought that a good date—or even a one-night stand—would solve his perpetual loneliness. The statistics showing how often Tinder relationships turned into long-term dating and even marriage didn't impress him nearly as much as the fact that Motoki bothered to look it up at all. Maybe it was that, the effort his friend put into convincing him, which finally tipped him over the edge of barely curious into actually opening the thing.

For someone in his first year of medical residency, the app should have been ridiculously simple to figure out. However, Mamoru found himself overwhelmed by options from the first time he logged in, wincing at the picture Motoki had chosen for him. If he'd realized what his friend was going to use it for, he never would have let him take it, even if he had to admit that he looked pretty good, smirk at Motoki's behavior that day and all.

Digging deeper into the app, it looked like Motoki had set it up as well as he himself might have, if he'd wanted to bother. The expected sarcasm in his bio was there, but it was no worse than he would have done, so Mamoru left it. His likes and dislikes obviously needed a few alterations, but that was simple.

Then it came time to use the app to actually look for women. Even if he wasn't seeing them in person, this still felt awkward. And which way was he supposed to swipe, again? He accidentally swiped the wrong way on a couple women he never would have considered. To his surprise, he was not nearly as unattractive to them. They tried to start up conversations with him, ones he floundered through trying not to offend them while still fending them off because he wasn't sure how to get them to leave him alone. Eventually, he realized all he could do was ignore them and continue on.

The sixth day of trying to use the app, and the next to last day in the week he promised Motoki he would faithfully attempt to find someone to date, one image lit up his screen, and he paused in the middle of the longest left-swiping streak yet. Clear blue eyes gleamed up at him from the screen, framed in long golden hair in twin buns and ponytails that seemed to suit her sunny smile. Without hesitation he swiped right for the first time with true anticipation.

His breath whooshed out when he saw the little notification. He had a match. She'd already swiped right on him! His fingers trembled a little as he opened a chat and tried to type his first message to her. What should he put? Before he had a chance to decide, he screen lit up again.

Hi! What's up with the jacket?

He looked down at his green jacket, the same one he was wearing in his profile picture.

It was my dad's. What's up with the buns?

Mamoru winced. That was stupid.

LOL My mom used to do my hair this way when I was a kid, and one of my friends dared me to do it this way for my Tinder pic. She said it would either weed out the crazies or draw them in. So, which one are you?

He couldn't help smiling at the relief that shot through him when she didn't immediately shut down over his comment on her hair.

Since I like the hair, I'm really not sure. What do you think?

Oh, that definitely makes you crazy. But I like it, too, so looks like we're a match.

Mamoru really hoped they were.