Disclaimer: I don't own The Prince of Tennis, or the 'Love Calculater'.

Compatibility

By squishy the jellyfish

He didn't know what convinced him to do it…but he did. If Echizen Ryoma actually cared about what Fuji-senpai was doing, he probably would've snatched the mobile out of his hands and ran, but being the obstinate individual that he was, Ryoma did nothing. Now that he thought about it, why did he agree to lend the tensai his phone? Ryoma should have known better…it was so obvious!

"Echizen-kun?" Fuji asked, an innocent-enough smile playing on his lips as he approached the boy.

"Hai, Fuji-senpai?" Ryoma said.

"Could I borrow your phone for a moment?"

Ryoma frowned as he watched Fuji's fingers dance over the pad. This wasn't looking good for him…"F-Fuji-senpai, what are you doing?"

Fuji smiled, "Testing what my compatibility is with Taka-san."

Ryoma's frown deepened. Didn't Fuji have his own phone to do these ridiculous 'Love Calculation' tests on? And yes, Ryoma was fully aware of the annoying advertisement on the television.

'What's in a name?'

'Test your love compatibility with your partner to see what you rate together!'

'Just send in your name and your partner's to XXX and we'll send a text message back instantly!'

"Of course, I never thought about doing such a thing until Momo and Eiji did theirs. It seems that they're compatibilities with Ann and Oishi are pretty high, so I thought I'd try it out too," Fuji explained.

Ryoma sighed, "What did you rate?"

Fuji turned to look at the boy and smirked, "Ninety-six percent, but it's all just bogus anyway, just a money making scam."

Fuji flipped the phone shut and handed it to Ryoma before walking off. "Thank you! See you tomorrow Echizen."

Ryoma blinked once, and then twice. That was all Fuji wanted with his phone? Ryoma exhaled in relief as he stuffed the mobile into his pocket.

T h e P r i n c e O f T e n n i s

Bored was what Ryoma was. Bored, bored, bored. He was currently lying on his bed, hands behind his head, Tezuka on the floor next to him quietly reading and Karupin curled into a ball on the end of the bed. "Ninety-six percent…" he whispered to himself.

"Hn?" Tezuka mumbled from behind the book.

Turning onto his side, Ryoma reached out to his phone and grabbed it. He flipped it open with ease and just stared at the screen for a time before bringing up a new message and typing his name and Tezuka's. Ryoma smirked, musing about what he should put as Tezuka's name…Mitsu, Tezuka, buchou or Kunimitsu? "Ne, buchou, what do you want me to put as your name in the text message?"

"What?" Tezuka turned around to stare at his boyfriend questioningly.

Ryoma kept staring into the screen of his mobile. "I'm doing the 'Love Compatibility' test. Tell me what you want me to type, Kunimitsu, Mitsu, buchou or Tezuka?"

Tezuka narrowed his eyes and got up. Sitting on the edge of the bed he looked over to Ryoma's phone. "…Do you really want to do that?"

Ryoma shrugged, "Fuji-senpai got it stuck in my head…and I can't stop thinking about it."

"…Tezuka."

Ryoma smiled as he pressed in the letters and sent the text. Not long later, the phone vibrated, signaling a new text message. However, when the boy opened the message-with a confused looking Tezuka at his side, he frowned. "…Twenty-one percent." Ryoma actually felt…bothered by the result.

"You know it's just a computer making random predictions, right?" Tezuka said as he lifted Ryoma up into a sitting position and shuffled in behind him, letting the boy rest his head on his chest.

"…Ah."

Tezuka felt slightly amused by this, "You're disappointed?"

The first year closed the phone and set it back on the bedside table.

Tezuka wrapped his arms around the smaller form and breathed in his scent. "It doesn't mean anything, you know…"

Ryoma sighed. "Ah…"

Tezuka unwrapped one of his hands from Ryoma and reached into his pocket, bringing up his own phone.

"…What are you doing?" Ryoma asked as he felt his boyfriend shift behind him.

Tezuka didn't reply as he set about typing something in.

"…Buchou?" Ryoma said as he turned around in Tezuka's embrace so that he was facing him.

Tezuka had a triumphant looking expression on his face, "Ninety-eight percent," he said as he flipped the phone around in his hand so Ryoma could see the result.

"Kunimitsu, Ryoma…heh," Ryoma smirked as he grabbed the phone and threw it onto the floor, tackling the captain and kissing him.

Forgive me if this isn't very good. I'm working on it heh.

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Squishy.