[He'd be completely justified for blasting him up there or chucking Hiyori over the branch like a towel out to dry. Bakugo does neither and cups his hands for Hiyori to step on before pulling him up via the foothold. He tilts his head to the side, letting the guy have his moment of grabbing and slinging a leg over said branch without kicking the blonde in the face. Damn, even Senku had to deal with Hiyori during a photo shoot? The idol gets around with his friends.
Hiyori's up. Returning to his X, Bakugo swings the camera from his side back to his collar, hawk eyed while the other man gets comfortable on the tree. His tongue flicks behind his teeth, ready to start barking orders instead while Hiyori tries figuring out the proper way to lie on his tree branch. He can already see the wheels turning in his head. For as bossy and self-centered as the idol can be, he probably took orders from other callers during a shoot.
Fine. He'll leave the first few to Hiyori, then take over as caller for others. Huh, actually got his legs up on the branch without falling off the back. Showing off his balance. Legs tucked, tail draped, body angled to face the camera, arms hooked beneath his head to rest on. Avoiding the usual limb-draped position most big cats take when on a single branch. Heh, as if he's gonna let Hiyori get away with not doing that pose at least once. He angles the camera, checks the lighting one more time, then snaps three shots, one head one, one to the right lean, one to the left lean.]
You think you'd sleep like that? [Bakugo thumbs through his trio of shots, then adjusts the lighting on the right side. Dimmer. That's better. Another click and... good.] Close your eyes and nod off. I want a few shots of your slumber, then we'll go to you waking up.
[Hey, Senku's the one who proposed that shoot. Or well, he didn't propose a shoot, but he did want to photograph Hiyori's nipples for something called a Nipple Analyzer. Hiyori just thought it'd be a waste to only photograph his nipples, so he turned it into a poolside shoot!
Off goes the camera. As he curls up on the tree branch, the photo-taking begins. He gives the camera a languid smile, looking appropriately catlike. He may be a dog person, but he's probably more like a cat himself. Elegant, pampered, and perpetually expecting to be cared for, but ready to pounce when you least expect it!
Though not right this second. Right now he looks more like a sleepy kitty.]
I was just getting to that!
[To posing with his eyes shut.
Of course he can't nod off on command. "Balanced precariously on a prop tree branch" isn't how he sleeps. But he can fake a little catnap, letting his eyelids flutter closed (the lashes accentuated with makeup). He curls up a bit more, shifting onto his side, and then relaxes until the look on his face is utterly peaceful. Not a care in the world in this cat's brain. To complete the performance, he even breathes out softly through his lips, feigning a bit of light snoring.]
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[Doesn't he look cute? Doesn't he look angelic? That's how he's trying to look!]
[... thanks for not inviting him to such a ridiculous thing. Bakugo would've slapped it down in a second unless Hiyori somehow cajoled/tricked him. This guy gets up to the weirdest shit with people. As he takes pictures of said guy in cheetah-print hot pants and halter tops.
No duh Hiyori's like a cat. Center of attention, loving his pampered life, wanting to be demanding and returning affection for it. Catty enough to change his mood quickly, even if he's nothing Bakugo can't handle. A quiet "tch" is all his response before the model closes his eyes and adjusts his position. He notes each change in posture and facial expression, making sure no one's gonna slip off the branch or flail around midway on accident.]
Move your right foot an inch backwards. [And yes, he expects those eyes to stay shut while following commands. Foot only. Hiyori really is good at this. Is he a natural or is this the result of hard training? More commands come in slow but steady succession. An arm tucked under his chin, tilt his head to rest his cheek on his forearm, drape his tail down the back, cross his right ankle over his left, always careful not to upset the model's balance as he changes his position in small ways. Definitely going to be more than twenty pictures, but shotgun. They're all good.]
All right. You're gonna wake up now. [Hiyori better be prepared to "wake up" several times for this section of the shoot.]
[Is he a natural at posing, or is he trained in how to pose? Simple: it's both!]
Like this?
[Moving his foot exactly an inch when he can't see behind himself might be a tall ask, but he manages it roughly. Some of Bakugo's other asks are even easier, and he wordlessly complies with those: crossing his ankles, readjusting his tail, and resting his cheek against his arm. He appreciates that Bakugo is paying attention to the little details and that he's taking lots of shots. Like this, he's bound to capture all his good sides! Of which he has many, according to himself.
And now it's time to "wake up." With his head inclined towards the camera, he slowly opens his eyes, trying on purpose to look groggy. (His groggy face looks something like this.) And what does a feline do after waking from a long nap?
Why, they stretch, of course! And how do they stretch?
With a "full body extension." Their front legs forward and back arched. So that's what he does next, provided Bakugo doesn't tell him not to: extending his arms, and pushing his back (and butt) out.]
[Good. Bakugo's a natural when he puts his hands to anything, but always hates it when people attribute his successes and victories to "natural" instead of his own extremely hard work. Hiyori being natural and trained is a welcome combo.]
Uh-huh. [One by one, Hiyori proves himself the idol and model he is. Bakugo doesn't ask for huge jumps in movements, focusing on subtle shifts to grow into the next pose he wants. He's seen some models who can flick through random poses almost instantly while changing expressions and head positions, always matching the clicks of their photographers' cameras in perfect timing. He and Hiyori aren't that in sync, but could be. Some day. Honestly, which side of Hiyori is his bad side? Asides from his bitchy side.
Bakugo leaves the idol to interpret "wake up" on his own for the first round. Head tilted, eyes half-parted, lashes low over his jeweled gaze, somewhat failing to capture "groggy" completely since he's all done up in makeup. No one wakes up looking that damn perfect. But it's modeling. Suspend belief sometimes.]
Watch your back leg. [Don't stretch to far and drop yourself off the damn branch, Parrot. And there goes the cat stretch. He paces back and forth between the various x's on the floor, catching Hiyori in different views and angles throughout the process.]
[Well, there's his bitchy side, his lazy side, his jealous side, his proud-and-arrogant side... he embodies quite a few of the seven deadly sins. But if you ask him, he has nothing but good sides!
... physically speaking, anyway.]
Right, right!
[No disagreement there; he really doesn't want to fall off the tree branch. It's undignified, it might bruise, and it'll ruin his hair! So he makes sure to balance himself, holding the stretch for a good long moment. His butt raises high to show off the tail, and he even fake-yawns to complete the image, shutting his eyes again briefly.
Before, finally, he comes out of the stretch. Perched on all fours, but with his hips no longer thrust up quite so high, he switches from blinking groggily to surveying his domain, until his eyes find Bakugo's. Then, his gaze becomes focused, eyes narrowing and lips curving upward. Has he spotted a friend down there on the ground? Has he found his next meal? Or has he found a potential mate? It isn't clear yet what he's thinking, but he's definitely thinking something as he eyes the cameraman.]
[He's seen a lot of those sides. Most of them come off as petty and childish rather than a horrible monster like his paint-self fiasco. He isn't looking at him with eyes blinded by star-studded fan cheers, so it's easy to see the flaws in his perfect image. But those flaws don't detract from his shine; humans are better when they're not perfect... even if they try to be.]
Oy. [Damn, he can even make fake yawns look authentic. Teeth gleaming in the light, tongue curling in feline whorl, even has the gall to scrunch his eyes up tight-- okay that one might've been a real yawn. *click click click* He'll have a whole damn scrapbook when he's done. From his arched back lit up from behind by the sun to his fingers kneading faux bark and leaves, even small details go into his camera. One after another until he's done with this set.]
Heh, you really think you can take me? [Capturing those eyes in his lens is easy. He walks to the side, turning Hiyori's head in the process, and rewards his effort with a shot over his shoulder, showing off the idol's back and curved tailbone. Should he get one from a low angle? Considering the branch, tail, and his legs, not with his pose. He doesn't want Hiyori turning into a pretzel on his butt.] Stalk or prowl the branch. I'll direct your body height; you keep the pace.
[Even his paint self had respectable motivations: get back home to Nagisa, something the real Hiyori was taking his sweet time doing. Of course, he also wanted to replace Hiyori, and Nagisa was sort of a convenient excuse to that end. But the love and concern for Nagisa was real and not feigned, at any rate.
Speaking of real versus fake: does Hiyori have a lot of experience fake-yawning? Not really! He's done the sleepy half-lidded bedroom eyes thing in photoshoots before, but yawning isn't considered professional or attractive, so he tries not to do that on the job. But there's a first time for everything, and trying something new is fun. Normally he'd cover his mouth daintily, but since he needs both hands to grip the tree branch, he doesn't, instead letting the camera see the cute "O" shape made by his lips.
And then those lips twist into a smirk, once he spots Bakugo and once Bakugo says those next words. "Take me" could mean a couple of different things after all, especially when they're in what's basically a love hotel room. But that is not the plan; taking more photos is the plan! He stays up on the branch, but continues to observe his "prey," tossing a look over his shoulder when Bakugo moves behind him. And also sticking out his backside just a little more. ... look, he's not trying to take things in a totally tasteless direction, but he does have a tail to show off.]
Like this, right?
["Stalk or prowl." How would a cheetah do that from up on a branch? They'd do it from a low crouch, he assumes! And so he hugs the branch tightly with his arms and legs, keeping his head turned in Bakugo's direction and holding it low, eyes narrowed on the camera. Any moment now, he could pounce! But for now he's just prowling, just "stalking," watching his prey and waiting for the right moment to strike.
Or, in other words, he's waiting to do another claws-out, "gao" pose!]
[It's because yawning isn't photographed Bakugo shoots it. Jun deserves the authentic, not a pure cat wandering around on stage. (Plus he wanted to see if Hiyori could pull it off.) A mild click of his tongue slips out beneath his face-shield-of-a-camera at the idol's deliberate charm face. Bastard, always having an expression ready for the camera. At least Hiyori's free from his waking burdens, given loose leash to wander back and forth on the tree branch. Much like a zoo beast on its daily pacing.
Damn right he's getting shots of Hiyori's perched position, red eyes moving between digital screen and real-world view.] Got it. Now face forward. [Stop looking over your shoulder, dammit. He wants to capture the sunlight and leaves molding to the idol's profile... perfect. Fine, he'll get a damn shot of Hiyori's rump. For Jun. He said the result of this shoot was gonna have the other model cumming in his pants after looking through it. How can he do that without putting Hiyori through naked shots with sexual acts? Mostly because he expects Jun's imagination and his boyfriend's presence will do the work for him.]
Aa. Arch your back. [Mostly they climb up into the crags between branches, then balance beam walk out onto the part they wanna flop on. It's the very same balance walk he wants Hiyori to do. Crouching, crawling, or leg-straight poise. Who opts to drop chest-first onto said branch and cling to it like a damn cartoon cat afraid of heights. Right, he grabs a shot before lowering his camera and walking towards the set.] No, that sucks! You're wrapped around it like a damn sloth. Move your arms back. Lift up. You've seen runners getting ready for a race?
[Not the ass up head down just-before-the-gun pose, but the precursor to it, with their knees bent and one leg out behind the other. Bakugo verbally and physical coaches Hiyori into the position he's thinking of.]
[It's a true testament to Bakugo's professionalism that he snaps the ass photo without comment.
Hiyori has no trouble arching his back, but it appears his "stalking" pose is a miss. He frowns briefly at being told it sucks, tempted to bite back, but doesn't, since even he can regonize the pose probably doesn't photograph well.]
I don't normally watch that sort of thing! But I think I know what you mean.
[Forget running the track in P.E. class. Hiyori was the type to skip those classes whenever possible. At Yumenosaki, teachers never cared when he did. But that doesn't mean he's never seen the start of a track race before, in popular culture if not in-person. He remembers that before-the-gun pose, hands on the ground and hips raised high. If he did that pose, it would give the camera a very good view of his tail, and yes, his butt once more. But he doesn't think a cheetah would stalk their prey in such a pose, so if it's a "stalking" pose Bakugo wants, he must mean something else. Something more like...
Ah, now he gets it.
Before "get set" comes "on your marks.""Get set" is that hips-in-the-air pose, but "on your marks" is something different. "On your marks" is one knee down! And so he reverses the order: first putting his hips in the air (Bakugo is welcome to photograph this while it lasts) and then lowering them, shifting one leg behind the other. His upper body lifts up a bit, and his hands stay gripping the branch. His expression is the same as before: still eyeing the camera (and the cameraman) with keen-eyed interest, lips curved into a smirk. Any moment now, he'll pounce! On your marks, get set, go!
[He knows what a guy likes. Bakugo expects a bite back, but Hiyori instead does his own and the comment never comes. Prowling like that is only good for a damn snake! He wants him up atop the branch, with his arms and legs conveying the strength and speed of a wildcat preparing to leap upon unsuspecting prey below. Spine arched, showing off the lines of his side in a graceful curve, putting his body in a sinuous shape for capture.]
You didn't see track and field once?
[Whether in the Olympics even en passe, or in his physical education classes in high school. Then again, knowing Hiyori, he did say he could skip school if he had a idol excuse. Ugh, probably took advantage and bailed. Watching his brain work gears in his head, Bakugo adjusts some of the lights around the set, turning the background to a later afternoon theme rather than rising morning sun. Goodbye wake up mess, hello hunting press. Cheetah almost always hunt on the ground, but he can't have Hiyori crouching in that sort of bread loaf cocked position on a tree branch. No, he say stalking, movement, not preparing.
Hmph, looks like he caught on. And without Bakugo having to fuss at him further. Good, because he's focusing on taking pictures of interesting shots while Hiyori's testing his positioning out. He has a shitload of film, so who cares if there's plenty to go around. Hiyori will probably enjoy going through all these later and messing with Bakugo's photography skills. Once the idol's set in the pose he wants, the blonde returns to the X's proper and makes final adjustments.
Don't jump out of the damn tree, Parrot. He's not asking that. On your marks, get set, gao = cute]
Hold it. [And takes off snapping. Front, sides, over, lower, with occasional variances in Hiyori's height and limb posture. He slowly coaches him through walking like that along the branch, keeping close to prevent any falls, then stepping back for more pictures once Hiyori's holding the position. While he trusts the guy's physique to endure the different poses, he doesn't make Hiyori stay in them long, figuring these are more athletic and demanding than his usual photoshoots.]
That's the one where they run in a great big circle, right? Seems a bit pointless to me, but I know some folks like that sort of thing!
[Yes, he's seen a race at some point. But this is the same guy who once asked Jun if he was doing a "religious ritual" when he walked in on him doing sit-ups off their bunk bed back in school. What did Bakugo expect?
He manages to nail the pose Bakugo wants anyway, despite his lack of substantial track and field knowledge. He's Hiyori Tomoe, after all: an extraordinary idol, and extraordinarily photogenic model! One leg behind the other, his body leaning forward and his eyes intent. That's the pose Bakugo wants, so that's what he gets!
He does hold it without much problem, once again pleased by the number of photos Bakugo is taking (so thorough! How will they even choose which ones to use in the hypothetical photobook?). All the same, it is getting a little tiring. He assumes they'll move onto another pose soon enough though, and what might that one be? There's only one obvious choice as far as he sees: the claws-out "gao!" pose, where he looks like he's about to jump out at the viewer.
Looks like he's about to. He doesn't plan to actually jump, though he's not necessarily opposed to the idea. He once jumped off a rickety temple roof, and the height here is nothing by comparison. But of course he'd want to make sure he lands safely, and anyway, if he can just look like he's about ready to pounce...]
Already?
[He raises his brows when Bakugo announces a break instead of a change in poses. He's not opposed, he guesses, so he shrugs it off and smiles.]
That's fine, I guess. But I can't reach my water from up here, so I'll need you to fetch it!
[He relaxes his posture, but stays where he is on the tree branch, waiting expectantly. Looks like this kitty likes being waited on.]
It's a race, idiot. They're not gonna run down a highway.
[Along with all the variations of said racing and competitions. From hurdling to long jumps to other events under its umbrella. Bakugo expected Hiyori to at least know what a damn racing track was! Don't they have pretty models walking around sports cars and racing vehicles in his world? Of course Hiyori gets the pose correct; he knows how to follow instructions during a shoot. And Bakugo's very detailed with how he wants the guy's body. Even raps him on the tailbone with his knuckles to duck his pelvis and nudges a foot back at the ankle to get things picture perfect.
Easiest way for photobook decision is to go through solo and pick the ones they each think are best, then bring those together and take all the ones they agreed on. While arguing over the ones they didn't. It'll be a mess of pictures.
Bakugo had thought about taking shoots of Hiyori jumping. Requiring the model's frequent returning to the branch only to leap from it again sounds like torture for this guy. And he's not matured enough to stop all his bullying ways. Yeah, yeah, he'll get to the "gao!" pose after their break. Hiyori's been up there and working nonstop (including holding poses) for almost twenty minutes now. Likely more active poses than he's used to.]
You're under hot lights and you're already sweating. [He's pretty sure the idol's producers didn't have him actively holding planking positions for five minutes. Bakugo hands Hiyori his water without comment. Really didn't need to tell him. Dick.] I've got three more positions in this, then you can switch costumes and set.
[True, some idols do pose with cars. But Hiyori hasn't been asked to pose on any racetracks himself, so!]
Well if I had to choose, I'd run somewhere with nicer scenery. Like along a beach or through a rose garden!
[He turns up his nose at being called an idiot (while saying something patently ridiculous that proves Bakugo's point), but he's back to being professional within a few seconds.
Mostly. Once they finish taking the photos and Bakugo comments on his sweating, he frowns again. For some reason he takes offense to his sweat being commenter on, as though it's a personal flaw and not a natural bodily response.]
I'm not that sweaty. And if I was, it's only because these positions are a bit more difficult than what I'm used to! But if you want to bring me a handkerchief and a water bottle, be my guest.
[Bratty and demanding as usual. He takes a gulp of water when Bakugo hands it over, thinking about the shoot some more.]
Since this is a cute look, maybe I'll go with a cool look next. That way it can be fanservice for you and Jun-kun, since I know you also prefer "cool" looks!
[Said with an innocent smile.]
But first, I'll finish being a cheetah, so let me know when you're ready to shoot!
This is why you're not in charge of sports. [Droned below flat eyes and exasperated expression. If Hiyori had his way, all sports competitions would look like a damn model convention. Dare he tell him about beach volleyball?
How the hell Hiyori managed to get this far in his idol and model career without sweating (impossible) is beyond the spiky-haired blonde to put his brain into work figuring out. He makes sure the guy has water and goes back to his camera to review some of the images. Not all of them, and the ones he does view, only shortly. He has clear visions of the next trio of poses and doesn't want to get influenced by a past work.]
Urusei! You can clean off when you change! There's a small shower room back there. [Since he isn't planning on putting Hiyori in a skimpy outfit next time. Don't make him squeeze that water bottle and goosh it all over your face, dammit! Bakugo addresses the scenery again, changing the lights to a sunset glow.]
Keep those ideas in your head for later. [He's fine with Hiyori going for a "cool" look. Judge the hell out of it, but the guy can try.] Move off the branch and sit on the trunk. You wanna do the roaring pose, go for it.
[Giving Hiyori permission to finally go for "gao!" as he pleases.]
[Hiyori would prefer sitting in a beach chair and sipping a tropical drink to playing volleyball, of course. But he is (allegedly) good at ping pong!
And please don't goosh all over his face between takes. (Even though it certainly wouldn't be the first time something like that happened at a Golden Peacock photoshoot).]
I know that. These pods are basically love hotel rooms, so of course there'd be a place to wash up. I just don't want to waste too much time on that when there are so many photos to take. And so many outfits!
[A whole wardrobe full of them, though he's sure Bakugo would want to burn at least half.
One thing at a time, though. Bakugo is right: instead of thinking ahead to future costumes, he should do his best with the outfit he's wearing now. He wants to play the role of fierce and wild cheetah until the end. (Fierce, wild, and adorable, of course. But it's him they're talking about, so the "adorable" part is a given.) And when Bakugo finally gives him the go-ahead to do the long-awaited "gao" pose, his eyes light up with excitement.]
One roar coming right up!
[He cheerfully hands back his water bottle, then moves himself as instructed. Shimmying across the branch, towards the center of the prop, he balances himself against the trunk. His legs tuck underneath himself, his hip cocks, and he reaches back to adjust the tail so it's visible from the side. Then he holds his arms aloft and puts his "claws" out.
The joke's on both of them. Cheetahs don't say "gao." Cheetahs don't even roar, as it turns out! But who cares about that? They don't need to sweat the small stuff. As previously established, Hiyori hates sweating! And anyway, isn't it an idol's job to make the impossible possible? Maybe this cheetah does live in the jungle. Maybe it does say "gao," and maybe that has something to do with the fact it's only part-feline, and part-beautiful young man. Whatever the story may be, Hiyori gives the camera a big, feisty smile, then opens his mouth and says the magic word. Ready, set...]
I didn't need the damn reminder. [He was trying to keep the experience professional! Seeing the shower in the back should've given him an erotic suggestion, but he shoved it away from the start and focused on what it could be used for outside of some sick hotel-related crap.] We've got plenty of time. I can extend it if we need to.
[He's an Ace; combined with Hiyori's rank, they'll easily have the clout to lengthen. But a whole wardrobe?! Forget it! Let the Parrot put the camera on timer if he wants hours of clothing shifts. (And yes, he'd want to explode plenty of them.) Could've had Hiyori going for his precious "gao" pose earlier, but he wanted the guy to build up to his preferred shot. They can use the last two as a cool down of sorts, seeping out his wild shot adrenaline, or whatever models do to change from one scene to the other. They're not method actors, but some sort of mindset has to be present...]
Uh-huh. [Bakugo takes the bottle and tosses it to a desk nearby, landing upright more out of luck than pure skill. X under his feet once more, he lifts the camera to his face, one eye closing with all focus on the other. While he's leaving the pose up to Hiyori, some elements are gonna get changed as Bakugo manipulates a few more pieces of the shot to his own tastes. Legs a bit further apart towards his shins and feet, sitting between his calves rather than on them. Hip cock is fine, tail can curl around more fully, and finally those arms to either side with his fingers curled.
Of course he knows cheetahs don't roar! This isn't about cheetah, but Hiyori. Smile's great, like always, and he starts snapping away. Front, side, a slightly-overhead shot, lower angle at a diagonal. Tilt your head to the side, not that much, lift your right arm higher and lower the left one, hands closer to your cheek, now further apart, roll your shoulders, lean back, now forward, subtle changes over and over to capture Hiyori's roar in all its elements.
[You can do things in a love hotel other than have sex. Lots of them have food delivery and karaoke! Not to say he visited any back in his world, or anything...]
Well in that case, there's nothing to worry about.
[He beams his approval when Bakugo says he'll extend their time as needed. What a pal. The best photographer an idol with an exhibitionist streak can ask for!
Really, he is doing a good job. Surly attitude aside, Bakugo is handling things like a pro. Guiding his subject through different poses, coming up with plenty of ideas, paying attention to positioning, and making sure to capture his subject from myriad different angles. He's being very thorough, and Hiyori would be remiss not to bring the same energy. So, he does: he gives it his all, and he musters the very best "Gao!" that he can make. Cute, but ferocious!
The challenge is making all those small little adjustments while still holding the same basic pose. It takes a lot of control over his body, more than he's used to exhibiting since he hasn't done a professional photoshoot in well over a year. Can he get on this guy's level? Not quite. Still, when Bakugo tells him to tilt his head, he does, and when he says "not that much" he adjusts accordingly. Rolling his shoulders, leaning forward and backward, and widening the span of his arms: he can do it all. His "cute and ferocious" aura barely changes, though there are small, almost imperceptible shifts: a slight furrow to his brow as he concentrates here, a shift in the position of his legs when he'd only meant to move his upper body there. For the most part, though? He's a professional.]
Gao! Gao!
[He keeps the cute noises coming, giving the camera a sly wink! Then, once it seems like Bakugo has made his last request for the time being, he relaxes his stance and pipes up again.]
What say we finish with a bang? I hop down from the branch, you capture me mid-jump! Unless there's something else you wanted to try first.
[Bakugo's done quite a lot in the resort without having sex. Most of his day revolves around those very things. Working out, school and studies, training combat, kicking back and relaxing without the perverted flair, exploring...
Hiyori's going to have to hope he gives the blonde reason to extend their time! Of course he's being thorough and efficient! He told the idol he'd give him a scrapbook beyond all others by the time they were done, and he's not about to let that promise down. Each click of the camera has a point, he doesn't waste photographs on stupid things he sees no value in, though he'd be lying if he said every photo he took he thinks belongs in the finished project. Because it's not all him; this is for Hiyori too. He wants the idol to have a lot to "play with" in addition to the final tome. Apparently he gets the drift, because he's making his own roars.
Damn right Hiyori's a professional. He follows each of Bakugo's corrections and changes, from the small to the large, impressing him with his skill. Never doubted the guy for a moment. Capturing his roar, capturing his wink, capturing his "claws" and his tilted figure as he coils on the tree trunk. With a final click, he lifts the camera from his face and holds it askew above his shoulder, red eyes focused on Hiyori's preparing figure.] Go for it. But you're gonna do it three times so I can get different shots.
[There are a trio in mind. 1) Frontal, with Bakugo taking the snap of Hiyori lunging towards him mid-jump, arms reaching his claws ahead in preparation to pounce. He leaves the face up to him. 2) Below, with Bakugo lying on his back and adjusting a light on the ceiling; this creates a backlit glow behind the leaping Hiyori, catching the lines of his body and limbs as he stretches overhead in a midair leap. 3) Dynamic, with Bakugo on the side and photographing at an angle, capturing the way the idol's shoulders and profile stretch with his leap, arms different heights to give him the best shot of Hiyori's face.
He can pick the order if he feels he's gonna run out of stamina pouncing three times in a row...]
[Bakugo sure doesn't cut corners. A good photographer wouldn't, and neither would a good hero, so it makes sense. Still, his thoroughness is appreciated.]
That does mean I have to climb up the tree three separate times. [Ugh, effort. But then he shrugs and says,] Oh well. When you have to work hard for a good shot, the result feels even more satisfying! But I'll be working you rather hard too, so do keep that in mind.
[And then it's off to the races.
He does his best with the first leap: arms out and "claws" at the ready, lips forming an open-mouthed smile that shows off his teeth. He even growls a bit as he pushes off the branch. Cute, ferocious, possibly deadly: that's how his cheetah comes across! But don't worry, he won't be taking a bite out of his photographer, since that would just be horrible manners.
He lands on his feet in a crouch, then springs up to full height, hands on his hips and chest puffed out with pride at how he handled the jump.]
Perfect, right? Hope it didn't come out blurry! โช
[And then it's back up the tree and onto the next jump. This time it's not just Bakugo telling him what to do, and he bosses his cameraman around a bit: "Lie flat, alright? All the way back!" Hey, the position at which Bakugo holds the camera is also important to how the photo comes out. But when it's time to jump, he jumps, and he nails the second jump just as well as he did the first.
Then it's back up the tree again and onto the third shot. Bakugo moves to the side of the fake tree, so he can capture Hiyori's profile, and Hiyori jumps off the branch a third time, pushing off with the balls of his feet. He stretches his shoulders, his arms, sticks his backside in the air so the camera can get a good view of his tail. And he smiles again, flashing his teeth, allowing Bakugo to take a shot that should be just as good as the first two.
The trouble occurs when it's time to land. He wouldn't say he's feeling tired, but maybe the successive jumps did put a dent in his stamina. Or maybe it's just a coincidence that this third jump didn't carry him quite as far. He still lands on his feet, but this time he lands on one of the prop branches surrounding the base of the tree, and he ends up stumbling over it.]
Aghโ?!
[He trips and tips forward, eyes flashing with alarm, before he catches himself with his palms right before his nose can hit the ground. That's how he ends up: on all fours with his head bowed, his butt (and tail) sticking up in the air. Not at all dignified.
Duh. [Wow, the intelligence is rolling off Hiyori today. Bakugo gives him a wry look from around the camera, clearly telling him to "get to it" with his eyes. Three times, then he can go grab a rinse off, rest a bit, and get ready for the next round. There's a reason he wanted this place rented for several hours.] You haven't made me break a sweat.
[He's done far more labor-intensive efforts than a photoshoot. Bakugo takes his positions with each leap, focusing on capturing Hiyori in different poses and angles, all the while playing with lighting and shadows to make these shots dynamic! Even after the idol lands, he keeps shooting, capturing not only his leaping pounce, but his ground strike and rebound, with whatever pose he wants. (Even if he does look like a cheetah-print starman with that hip-held chest puff.) Bakugo scoffs at his concern.] It's a high-tech camera; don't worry about blur.
[Dammit, he IS lying flat! You want him to blow a hole in the floor to get below ground level?! Don't tell him what to do! This is his photoshoot and he knows how to take a picture! (All the while making those adjustments Hiyori bitched about, if they're actually better than his original actions. Which most are. Fuck. This guy's a professional and Bakugo actively avoids the PR crap heroes are often called into.]
Oy! [A hero is a hero. Photography's forgotten, his body reacts and he dashes forward, ending in a lunge with one hand snagging the back of Hiyori's collar and shirt in a harsh fist. Enough tension between his arm and the fabric springs the idol backwards on his hands. No busting his teeth on the ground. Bakugo clicks his tongue in annoyance. Half that Hiyori tripped, half that he caught himself and didn't need him to do it.]
[Yep, he's a professional. He can do any photoshoot he's asked to do, no problem! He won't slouch, won't break a sweat, won't stumble over the fake tree roots and end up ass over kettleโ
No, actually, he did just do the last one. Bakugo dives to the rescue like a true hero, even snagging the back of his silly cheetah outfit, but alas; he still ends up in that embarrassing pose.
An embarrassing pose which just got immortalized in a photograph forever. He blinks his eyes blearily and focuses just in time to see Bakugo snap that picture, at which point he puffs up like... well, like an offended cat.]
That was an outtake!
[He huffs, shooting Bakugo a glare as he sits himself up properly. But then, out of curiosity, he scoots over and peers down at the camera to see how the picture came out. And as he looks, his expression mellows.]
... actually, I came out looking cute, so I'll allow it!
[He's going to make Hiyori break a sweat at least once during this shoot. How he's not right now is annoying, considering how much balance he had to hold during the previous shots, before capping off with three jumps from the tree. Though... seeing him almost faceplant and catch himself? Worth it. Of course he's going to capture a few shots of him in a rare workout pose!
Hiyori has to do some kind of exercise to keep himself fit and trim. Embarrassing? Hah! As if. Jun will think it's hot, seeing his boyfriend in a sporty position for once. And Hiyori's reaction to the shot? Bakugo's all shit-faced grins as he straightens up and tauntingly holds the camera up over his shoulder in a brazen display.]
It's goin in, Parrot. I bet Jun's gonna enjoy it. [Nope! He's using his photographer clout to shoehorn this push-up Hiyori into the scrapbook. But he lowers the camera and shows the idol its resulting capture (keeping his thumb over the delete button so there's no fast ones). Even zooms in to show him the details.] Told ya.
He glares some more when Bakugo insists on the photo, but after seeing it for himself... well, he can't object. He'll just pretend he meant to pose like that if anyone asks. He's acting out the role of the cheetah, after all! And it's not the first or only photo Bakugo's taken of him today with his butt in the air.]
Fine! While I'm doing that, you move the prop, alright?
[They won't be needing a big tree for the rest of their photos. He gets up and walks off the set, tail sticking out behind them, and takes off his costume behind the so-called "privacy screen." Then he rinses off as instructed (though he doesn't take off all his make-up) and comes out wearing a shiny gold robe. Is it skimpy and tacky? Yes and yes! This is the Golden Peacock, after all. And speaking of skimpy, tacky outfits...
Once he's out of the bathroom, it's back to the wardrobe. This time he fishes out the fake (?) leather shorts and suspenders that Bakugo pointed out before.]
I want to do a cool look next, so how about these? And I bet they'd pair well with this!
[He holds them up with another equally skimpy garment: a black "officer's" top with cropped sleeves, buttons down the front, a tie, and a couple of fake badges. For all the "man in uniform" fetishists.]
Look, there's even a cap! ... ugh, but on second thought...
[His face falls with disappointment. Guess who just noticed one of the badges on the tank top says Official Dingdong Inspector?]
[Bakugo flips the camera away with a short tug, cocky Hiyori isn't gonna get a chance to delete the photo. Of course the idol's not going to object! He can easily see the photo's skillfully taken and captures a great side of himself! All done with Bakugo's talented hands. Who wouldn't want that going into the scrapbook with the rest? Even if it is a teasing mistake picture.]
Duh. I'm setting up the next stage. [It would be easier if Hiyori picked his costume first, but he'll make do with the general theme. Whether the guy's rinsing off everything or only going neck down with makeup touches is the idol's decision. So which one are they going for? Oh, the leather shorts of suspenders. He can work with that. As tempting as it is to stick the guy in steel mill and play with sweat, steam, and lights, Hiyori would die in under two minutes in such a setting. With the cropped top, their theme settles on a sexy "officer" look. Seeing his face fall at one of the badges, Bakugo scoffs and turns back to the computer screen as he continues working on setup.] Take the stupid badge off. It's not permanent.
[It's a badge. One final shove and he pushes the front half of a car into place. Of course it's a prop. Barely a hood and a windshield with a few inches of cab emerging from the wall. A wall with the rest of the car digitally green screened behind it, red and blue lights spinning a dance-like pulse about the room. Slick streets after the rain, a lovely sunset cracking the fading clouds, street lamps casting golden cones of safety along damp sidewalks, impressive office buildings lining the road to give the scene a high-class air. Tiptoeing the idea of an actual police officer on duty and a stripper police officer come to party. Fans on either side control the speed and direction of whatever breeze they want, with a mist machine dusting the floor with evaporating rainfall.]
There's a pair of handcuffs to your left. ... No, beside the riding crop.
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Hiyori's up. Returning to his X, Bakugo swings the camera from his side back to his collar, hawk eyed while the other man gets comfortable on the tree. His tongue flicks behind his teeth, ready to start barking orders instead while Hiyori tries figuring out the proper way to lie on his tree branch. He can already see the wheels turning in his head. For as bossy and self-centered as the idol can be, he probably took orders from other callers during a shoot.
Fine. He'll leave the first few to Hiyori, then take over as caller for others. Huh, actually got his legs up on the branch without falling off the back. Showing off his balance. Legs tucked, tail draped, body angled to face the camera, arms hooked beneath his head to rest on. Avoiding the usual limb-draped position most big cats take when on a single branch. Heh, as if he's gonna let Hiyori get away with not doing that pose at least once. He angles the camera, checks the lighting one more time, then snaps three shots, one head one, one to the right lean, one to the left lean.]
You think you'd sleep like that? [Bakugo thumbs through his trio of shots, then adjusts the lighting on the right side. Dimmer. That's better. Another click and... good.] Close your eyes and nod off. I want a few shots of your slumber, then we'll go to you waking up.
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Off goes the camera. As he curls up on the tree branch, the photo-taking begins. He gives the camera a languid smile, looking appropriately catlike. He may be a dog person, but he's probably more like a cat himself. Elegant, pampered, and perpetually expecting to be cared for, but ready to pounce when you least expect it!
Though not right this second. Right now he looks more like a sleepy kitty.]
I was just getting to that!
[To posing with his eyes shut.
Of course he can't nod off on command. "Balanced precariously on a prop tree branch" isn't how he sleeps. But he can fake a little catnap, letting his eyelids flutter closed (the lashes accentuated with makeup). He curls up a bit more, shifting onto his side, and then relaxes until the look on his face is utterly peaceful. Not a care in the world in this cat's brain. To complete the performance, he even breathes out softly through his lips, feigning a bit of light snoring.]
~~~โช
[Doesn't he look cute? Doesn't he look angelic? That's how he's trying to look!]
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unless Hiyori somehow cajoled/tricked him. This guy gets up to the weirdest shit with people. As he takes pictures of said guy in cheetah-print hot pants and halter tops.No duh Hiyori's like a cat. Center of attention, loving his pampered life, wanting to be demanding and returning affection for it. Catty enough to change his mood quickly, even if he's nothing Bakugo can't handle. A quiet "tch" is all his response before the model closes his eyes and adjusts his position. He notes each change in posture and facial expression, making sure no one's gonna slip off the branch or flail around midway on accident.]
Move your right foot an inch backwards. [And yes, he expects those eyes to stay shut while following commands. Foot only. Hiyori really is good at this. Is he a natural or is this the result of hard training? More commands come in slow but steady succession. An arm tucked under his chin, tilt his head to rest his cheek on his forearm, drape his tail down the back, cross his right ankle over his left, always careful not to upset the model's balance as he changes his position in small ways. Definitely going to be more than twenty pictures, but shotgun. They're all good.]
All right. You're gonna wake up now. [Hiyori better be prepared to "wake up" several times for this section of the shoot.]
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Like this?
[Moving his foot exactly an inch when he can't see behind himself might be a tall ask, but he manages it roughly. Some of Bakugo's other asks are even easier, and he wordlessly complies with those: crossing his ankles, readjusting his tail, and resting his cheek against his arm. He appreciates that Bakugo is paying attention to the little details and that he's taking lots of shots. Like this, he's bound to capture all his good sides! Of which he has many, according to himself.
And now it's time to "wake up." With his head inclined towards the camera, he slowly opens his eyes, trying on purpose to look groggy. (His groggy face looks something like this.) And what does a feline do after waking from a long nap?
Why, they stretch, of course! And how do they stretch?
With a "full body extension." Their front legs forward and back arched. So that's what he does next, provided Bakugo doesn't tell him not to: extending his arms, and pushing his back (and butt) out.]
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Uh-huh. [One by one, Hiyori proves himself the idol and model he is. Bakugo doesn't ask for huge jumps in movements, focusing on subtle shifts to grow into the next pose he wants. He's seen some models who can flick through random poses almost instantly while changing expressions and head positions, always matching the clicks of their photographers' cameras in perfect timing. He and Hiyori aren't that in sync, but could be. Some day. Honestly, which side of Hiyori is his bad side? Asides from his bitchy side.
Bakugo leaves the idol to interpret "wake up" on his own for the first round. Head tilted, eyes half-parted, lashes low over his jeweled gaze, somewhat failing to capture "groggy" completely since he's all done up in makeup. No one wakes up looking that damn perfect. But it's modeling. Suspend belief sometimes.]
Watch your back leg. [Don't stretch to far and drop yourself off the damn branch, Parrot. And there goes the cat stretch. He paces back and forth between the various x's on the floor, catching Hiyori in different views and angles throughout the process.]
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... physically speaking, anyway.]
Right, right!
[No disagreement there; he really doesn't want to fall off the tree branch. It's undignified, it might bruise, and it'll ruin his hair! So he makes sure to balance himself, holding the stretch for a good long moment. His butt raises high to show off the tail, and he even fake-yawns to complete the image, shutting his eyes again briefly.
Before, finally, he comes out of the stretch. Perched on all fours, but with his hips no longer thrust up quite so high, he switches from blinking groggily to surveying his domain, until his eyes find Bakugo's. Then, his gaze becomes focused, eyes narrowing and lips curving upward. Has he spotted a friend down there on the ground? Has he found his next meal? Or has he found a potential mate? It isn't clear yet what he's thinking, but he's definitely thinking something as he eyes the cameraman.]
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Oy. [Damn, he can even make fake yawns look authentic. Teeth gleaming in the light, tongue curling in feline whorl, even has the gall to scrunch his eyes up tight-- okay that one might've been a real yawn. *click click click* He'll have a whole damn scrapbook when he's done. From his arched back lit up from behind by the sun to his fingers kneading faux bark and leaves, even small details go into his camera. One after another until he's done with this set.]
Heh, you really think you can take me? [Capturing those eyes in his lens is easy. He walks to the side, turning Hiyori's head in the process, and rewards his effort with a shot over his shoulder, showing off the idol's back and curved tailbone. Should he get one from a low angle? Considering the branch, tail, and his legs, not with his pose. He doesn't want Hiyori turning into a pretzel on his butt.] Stalk or prowl the branch. I'll direct your body height; you keep the pace.
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Speaking of real versus fake: does Hiyori have a lot of experience fake-yawning? Not really! He's done the sleepy half-lidded bedroom eyes thing in photoshoots before, but yawning isn't considered professional or attractive, so he tries not to do that on the job. But there's a first time for everything, and trying something new is fun. Normally he'd cover his mouth daintily, but since he needs both hands to grip the tree branch, he doesn't, instead letting the camera see the cute "O" shape made by his lips.
And then those lips twist into a smirk, once he spots Bakugo and once Bakugo says those next words. "Take me" could mean a couple of different things after all, especially when they're in what's basically a love hotel room. But that is not the plan; taking more photos is the plan! He stays up on the branch, but continues to observe his "prey," tossing a look over his shoulder when Bakugo moves behind him. And also sticking out his backside just a little more. ... look, he's not trying to take things in a totally tasteless direction, but he does have a tail to show off.]
Like this, right?
["Stalk or prowl." How would a cheetah do that from up on a branch? They'd do it from a low crouch, he assumes! And so he hugs the branch tightly with his arms and legs, keeping his head turned in Bakugo's direction and holding it low, eyes narrowed on the camera. Any moment now, he could pounce! But for now he's just prowling, just "stalking," watching his prey and waiting for the right moment to strike.
Or, in other words, he's waiting to do another claws-out, "gao" pose!]
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Damn right he's getting shots of Hiyori's perched position, red eyes moving between digital screen and real-world view.] Got it. Now face forward. [Stop looking over your shoulder, dammit. He wants to capture the sunlight and leaves molding to the idol's profile... perfect. Fine, he'll get a damn shot of Hiyori's rump. For Jun. He said the result of this shoot was gonna have the other model cumming in his pants after looking through it. How can he do that without putting Hiyori through naked shots with sexual acts? Mostly because he expects Jun's imagination and his boyfriend's presence will do the work for him.]
Aa. Arch your back. [Mostly they climb up into the crags between branches, then balance beam walk out onto the part they wanna flop on. It's the very same balance walk he wants Hiyori to do. Crouching, crawling, or leg-straight poise. Who opts to drop chest-first onto said branch and cling to it like a damn cartoon cat afraid of heights. Right, he grabs a shot before lowering his camera and walking towards the set.] No, that sucks! You're wrapped around it like a damn sloth. Move your arms back. Lift up. You've seen runners getting ready for a race?
[Not the ass up head down just-before-the-gun pose, but the precursor to it, with their knees bent and one leg out behind the other. Bakugo verbally and physical coaches Hiyori into the position he's thinking of.]
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Hiyori has no trouble arching his back, but it appears his "stalking" pose is a miss. He frowns briefly at being told it sucks, tempted to bite back, but doesn't, since even he can regonize the pose probably doesn't photograph well.]
I don't normally watch that sort of thing! But I think I know what you mean.
[Forget running the track in P.E. class. Hiyori was the type to skip those classes whenever possible. At Yumenosaki, teachers never cared when he did. But that doesn't mean he's never seen the start of a track race before, in popular culture if not in-person. He remembers that before-the-gun pose, hands on the ground and hips raised high. If he did that pose, it would give the camera a very good view of his tail, and yes, his butt once more. But he doesn't think a cheetah would stalk their prey in such a pose, so if it's a "stalking" pose Bakugo wants, he must mean something else. Something more like...
Ah, now he gets it.
Before "get set" comes "on your marks." "Get set" is that hips-in-the-air pose, but "on your marks" is something different. "On your marks" is one knee down! And so he reverses the order: first putting his hips in the air (Bakugo is welcome to photograph this while it lasts) and then lowering them, shifting one leg behind the other. His upper body lifts up a bit, and his hands stay gripping the branch. His expression is the same as before: still eyeing the camera (and the cameraman) with keen-eyed interest, lips curved into a smirk. Any moment now, he'll pounce! On your marks, get set, go!
Or "On your marks, get set, gao!" if you prefer.]
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You didn't see track and field once?
[Whether in the Olympics even en passe, or in his physical education classes in high school. Then again, knowing Hiyori, he did say he could skip school if he had a idol excuse. Ugh, probably took advantage and bailed. Watching his brain work gears in his head, Bakugo adjusts some of the lights around the set, turning the background to a later afternoon theme rather than rising morning sun. Goodbye wake up mess, hello hunting press. Cheetah almost always hunt on the ground, but he can't have Hiyori crouching in that sort of bread loaf cocked position on a tree branch. No, he say stalking, movement, not preparing.
Hmph, looks like he caught on. And without Bakugo having to fuss at him further. Good, because he's focusing on taking pictures of interesting shots while Hiyori's testing his positioning out. He has a shitload of film, so who cares if there's plenty to go around. Hiyori will probably enjoy going through all these later and messing with Bakugo's photography skills. Once the idol's set in the pose he wants, the blonde returns to the X's proper and makes final adjustments.
Don't jump out of the damn tree, Parrot. He's not asking that.
On your marks, get set, gao = cute]Hold it. [And takes off snapping. Front, sides, over, lower, with occasional variances in Hiyori's height and limb posture. He slowly coaches him through walking like that along the branch, keeping close to prevent any falls, then stepping back for more pictures once Hiyori's holding the position. While he trusts the guy's physique to endure the different poses, he doesn't make Hiyori stay in them long, figuring these are more athletic and demanding than his usual photoshoots.]
All right. Take a breather. Get some water.
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[Yes, he's seen a race at some point. But this is the same guy who once asked Jun if he was doing a "religious ritual" when he walked in on him doing sit-ups off their bunk bed back in school. What did Bakugo expect?
He manages to nail the pose Bakugo wants anyway, despite his lack of substantial track and field knowledge. He's Hiyori Tomoe, after all: an extraordinary idol, and extraordinarily photogenic model! One leg behind the other, his body leaning forward and his eyes intent. That's the pose Bakugo wants, so that's what he gets!
He does hold it without much problem, once again pleased by the number of photos Bakugo is taking (so thorough! How will they even choose which ones to use in the hypothetical photobook?). All the same, it is getting a little tiring. He assumes they'll move onto another pose soon enough though, and what might that one be? There's only one obvious choice as far as he sees: the claws-out "gao!" pose, where he looks like he's about to jump out at the viewer.
Looks like he's about to. He doesn't plan to actually jump, though he's not necessarily opposed to the idea. He once jumped off a rickety temple roof, and the height here is nothing by comparison. But of course he'd want to make sure he lands safely, and anyway, if he can just look like he's about ready to pounce...]
Already?
[He raises his brows when Bakugo announces a break instead of a change in poses. He's not opposed, he guesses, so he shrugs it off and smiles.]
That's fine, I guess. But I can't reach my water from up here, so I'll need you to fetch it!
[He relaxes his posture, but stays where he is on the tree branch, waiting expectantly. Looks like this kitty likes being waited on.]
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[Along with all the variations of said racing and competitions. From hurdling to long jumps to other events under its umbrella. Bakugo expected Hiyori to at least know what a damn racing track was! Don't they have pretty models walking around sports cars and racing vehicles in his world? Of course Hiyori gets the pose correct; he knows how to follow instructions during a shoot. And Bakugo's very detailed with how he wants the guy's body. Even raps him on the tailbone with his knuckles to duck his pelvis and nudges a foot back at the ankle to get things picture perfect.
Easiest way for photobook decision is to go through solo and pick the ones they each think are best, then bring those together and take all the ones they agreed on. While arguing over the ones they didn't. It'll be a mess of pictures.
Bakugo had thought about taking shoots of Hiyori jumping. Requiring the model's frequent returning to the branch only to leap from it again sounds like torture for this guy. And he's not matured enough to stop all his bullying ways. Yeah, yeah, he'll get to the "gao!" pose after their break. Hiyori's been up there and working nonstop (including holding poses) for almost twenty minutes now. Likely more active poses than he's used to.]
You're under hot lights and you're already sweating. [He's pretty sure the idol's producers didn't have him actively holding planking positions for five minutes. Bakugo hands Hiyori his water without comment. Really didn't need to tell him. Dick.] I've got three more positions in this, then you can switch costumes and set.
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Well if I had to choose, I'd run somewhere with nicer scenery. Like along a beach or through a rose garden!
[He turns up his nose at being called an idiot (while saying something patently ridiculous that proves Bakugo's point), but he's back to being professional within a few seconds.
Mostly. Once they finish taking the photos and Bakugo comments on his sweating, he frowns again. For some reason he takes offense to his sweat being commenter on, as though it's a personal flaw and not a natural bodily response.]
I'm not that sweaty. And if I was, it's only because these positions are a bit more difficult than what I'm used to! But if you want to bring me a handkerchief and a water bottle, be my guest.
[Bratty and demanding as usual. He takes a gulp of water when Bakugo hands it over, thinking about the shoot some more.]
Since this is a cute look, maybe I'll go with a cool look next. That way it can be fanservice for you and Jun-kun, since I know you also prefer "cool" looks!
[Said with an innocent smile.]
But first, I'll finish being a cheetah, so let me know when you're ready to shoot!
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How the hell Hiyori managed to get this far in his idol and model career without sweating (impossible) is beyond the spiky-haired blonde to put his brain into work figuring out. He makes sure the guy has water and goes back to his camera to review some of the images. Not all of them, and the ones he does view, only shortly. He has clear visions of the next trio of poses and doesn't want to get influenced by a past work.]
Urusei! You can clean off when you change! There's a small shower room back there. [Since he isn't planning on putting Hiyori in a skimpy outfit next time. Don't make him squeeze that water bottle and goosh it all over your face, dammit! Bakugo addresses the scenery again, changing the lights to a sunset glow.]
Keep those ideas in your head for later. [He's fine with Hiyori going for a "cool" look. Judge the hell out of it, but the guy can try.] Move off the branch and sit on the trunk. You wanna do the roaring pose, go for it.
[Giving Hiyori permission to finally go for "gao!" as he pleases.]
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And please don't goosh all over his face between takes. (Even though it certainly wouldn't be the first time something like that happened at a Golden Peacock photoshoot).]
I know that. These pods are basically love hotel rooms, so of course there'd be a place to wash up. I just don't want to waste too much time on that when there are so many photos to take. And so many outfits!
[A whole wardrobe full of them, though he's sure Bakugo would want to burn at least half.
One thing at a time, though. Bakugo is right: instead of thinking ahead to future costumes, he should do his best with the outfit he's wearing now. He wants to play the role of fierce and wild cheetah until the end. (Fierce, wild, and adorable, of course. But it's him they're talking about, so the "adorable" part is a given.) And when Bakugo finally gives him the go-ahead to do the long-awaited "gao" pose, his eyes light up with excitement.]
One roar coming right up!
[He cheerfully hands back his water bottle, then moves himself as instructed. Shimmying across the branch, towards the center of the prop, he balances himself against the trunk. His legs tuck underneath himself, his hip cocks, and he reaches back to adjust the tail so it's visible from the side. Then he holds his arms aloft and puts his "claws" out.
The joke's on both of them. Cheetahs don't say "gao." Cheetahs don't even roar, as it turns out! But who cares about that? They don't need to sweat the small stuff. As previously established, Hiyori hates sweating! And anyway, isn't it an idol's job to make the impossible possible? Maybe this cheetah does live in the jungle. Maybe it does say "gao," and maybe that has something to do with the fact it's only part-feline, and part-beautiful young man. Whatever the story may be, Hiyori gives the camera a big, feisty smile, then opens his mouth and says the magic word. Ready, set...]
Gao! โช
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[He's an Ace; combined with Hiyori's rank, they'll easily have the clout to lengthen. But a whole wardrobe?! Forget it! Let the Parrot put the camera on timer if he wants hours of clothing shifts. (And yes, he'd want to explode plenty of them.) Could've had Hiyori going for his precious "gao" pose earlier, but he wanted the guy to build up to his preferred shot. They can use the last two as a cool down of sorts, seeping out his wild shot adrenaline, or whatever models do to change from one scene to the other. They're not method actors, but some sort of mindset has to be present...]
Uh-huh. [Bakugo takes the bottle and tosses it to a desk nearby, landing upright more out of luck than pure skill. X under his feet once more, he lifts the camera to his face, one eye closing with all focus on the other. While he's leaving the pose up to Hiyori, some elements are gonna get changed as Bakugo manipulates a few more pieces of the shot to his own tastes. Legs a bit further apart towards his shins and feet, sitting between his calves rather than on them. Hip cock is fine, tail can curl around more fully, and finally those arms to either side with his fingers curled.
Of course he knows cheetahs don't roar! This isn't about cheetah, but Hiyori. Smile's great, like always, and he starts snapping away. Front, side, a slightly-overhead shot, lower angle at a diagonal. Tilt your head to the side, not that much, lift your right arm higher and lower the left one, hands closer to your cheek, now further apart, roll your shoulders, lean back, now forward, subtle changes over and over to capture Hiyori's roar in all its elements.
Right, because all roars are musical...]
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Well in that case, there's nothing to worry about.
[He beams his approval when Bakugo says he'll extend their time as needed. What a pal. The best photographer an idol with an exhibitionist streak can ask for!
Really, he is doing a good job. Surly attitude aside, Bakugo is handling things like a pro. Guiding his subject through different poses, coming up with plenty of ideas, paying attention to positioning, and making sure to capture his subject from myriad different angles. He's being very thorough, and Hiyori would be remiss not to bring the same energy. So, he does: he gives it his all, and he musters the very best "Gao!" that he can make. Cute, but ferocious!
The challenge is making all those small little adjustments while still holding the same basic pose. It takes a lot of control over his body, more than he's used to exhibiting since he hasn't done a professional photoshoot in well over a year. Can he get on this guy's level? Not quite. Still, when Bakugo tells him to tilt his head, he does, and when he says "not that much" he adjusts accordingly. Rolling his shoulders, leaning forward and backward, and widening the span of his arms: he can do it all. His "cute and ferocious" aura barely changes, though there are small, almost imperceptible shifts: a slight furrow to his brow as he concentrates here, a shift in the position of his legs when he'd only meant to move his upper body there. For the most part, though? He's a professional.]
Gao! Gao!
[He keeps the cute noises coming, giving the camera a sly wink! Then, once it seems like Bakugo has made his last request for the time being, he relaxes his stance and pipes up again.]
What say we finish with a bang? I hop down from the branch, you capture me mid-jump! Unless there's something else you wanted to try first.
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Hiyori's going to have to hope he gives the blonde reason to extend their time! Of course he's being thorough and efficient! He told the idol he'd give him a scrapbook beyond all others by the time they were done, and he's not about to let that promise down. Each click of the camera has a point, he doesn't waste photographs on stupid things he sees no value in, though he'd be lying if he said every photo he took he thinks belongs in the finished project. Because it's not all him; this is for Hiyori too. He wants the idol to have a lot to "play with" in addition to the final tome. Apparently he gets the drift, because he's making his own roars.
Damn right Hiyori's a professional. He follows each of Bakugo's corrections and changes, from the small to the large, impressing him with his skill. Never doubted the guy for a moment. Capturing his roar, capturing his wink, capturing his "claws" and his tilted figure as he coils on the tree trunk. With a final click, he lifts the camera from his face and holds it askew above his shoulder, red eyes focused on Hiyori's preparing figure.] Go for it. But you're gonna do it three times so I can get different shots.
[There are a trio in mind. 1) Frontal, with Bakugo taking the snap of Hiyori lunging towards him mid-jump, arms reaching his claws ahead in preparation to pounce. He leaves the face up to him. 2) Below, with Bakugo lying on his back and adjusting a light on the ceiling; this creates a backlit glow behind the leaping Hiyori, catching the lines of his body and limbs as he stretches overhead in a midair leap. 3) Dynamic, with Bakugo on the side and photographing at an angle, capturing the way the idol's shoulders and profile stretch with his leap, arms different heights to give him the best shot of Hiyori's face.
He can pick the order if he feels he's gonna run out of stamina pouncing three times in a row...]
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That does mean I have to climb up the tree three separate times. [Ugh, effort. But then he shrugs and says,] Oh well. When you have to work hard for a good shot, the result feels even more satisfying! But I'll be working you rather hard too, so do keep that in mind.
[And then it's off to the races.
He does his best with the first leap: arms out and "claws" at the ready, lips forming an open-mouthed smile that shows off his teeth. He even growls a bit as he pushes off the branch. Cute, ferocious, possibly deadly: that's how his cheetah comes across! But don't worry, he won't be taking a bite out of his photographer, since that would just be horrible manners.
He lands on his feet in a crouch, then springs up to full height, hands on his hips and chest puffed out with pride at how he handled the jump.]
Perfect, right? Hope it didn't come out blurry! โช
[And then it's back up the tree and onto the next jump. This time it's not just Bakugo telling him what to do, and he bosses his cameraman around a bit: "Lie flat, alright? All the way back!" Hey, the position at which Bakugo holds the camera is also important to how the photo comes out. But when it's time to jump, he jumps, and he nails the second jump just as well as he did the first.
Then it's back up the tree again and onto the third shot. Bakugo moves to the side of the fake tree, so he can capture Hiyori's profile, and Hiyori jumps off the branch a third time, pushing off with the balls of his feet. He stretches his shoulders, his arms, sticks his backside in the air so the camera can get a good view of his tail. And he smiles again, flashing his teeth, allowing Bakugo to take a shot that should be just as good as the first two.
The trouble occurs when it's time to land. He wouldn't say he's feeling tired, but maybe the successive jumps did put a dent in his stamina. Or maybe it's just a coincidence that this third jump didn't carry him quite as far. He still lands on his feet, but this time he lands on one of the prop branches surrounding the base of the tree, and he ends up stumbling over it.]
Aghโ?!
[He trips and tips forward, eyes flashing with alarm, before he catches himself with his palms right before his nose can hit the ground. That's how he ends up: on all fours with his head bowed, his butt (and tail) sticking up in the air. Not at all dignified.
Though it is somewhat catlike.]
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[He's done far more labor-intensive efforts than a photoshoot. Bakugo takes his positions with each leap, focusing on capturing Hiyori in different poses and angles, all the while playing with lighting and shadows to make these shots dynamic! Even after the idol lands, he keeps shooting, capturing not only his leaping pounce, but his ground strike and rebound, with whatever pose he wants. (Even if he does look like a cheetah-print starman with that hip-held chest puff.) Bakugo scoffs at his concern.] It's a high-tech camera; don't worry about blur.
[Dammit, he IS lying flat! You want him to blow a hole in the floor to get below ground level?! Don't tell him what to do! This is his photoshoot and he knows how to take a picture! (All the while making those adjustments Hiyori bitched about, if they're actually better than his original actions. Which most are. Fuck. This guy's a professional and Bakugo actively avoids the PR crap heroes are often called into.]
Oy! [A hero is a hero. Photography's forgotten, his body reacts and he dashes forward, ending in a lunge with one hand snagging the back of Hiyori's collar and shirt in a harsh fist. Enough tension between his arm and the fabric springs the idol backwards on his hands. No busting his teeth on the ground. Bakugo clicks his tongue in annoyance. Half that Hiyori tripped, half that he caught himself and didn't need him to do it.]
Hold that pose. [THAT SAID-
*click*]
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No, actually, he did just do the last one. Bakugo dives to the rescue like a true hero, even snagging the back of his silly cheetah outfit, but alas; he still ends up in that embarrassing pose.
An embarrassing pose which just got immortalized in a photograph forever. He blinks his eyes blearily and focuses just in time to see Bakugo snap that picture, at which point he puffs up like... well, like an offended cat.]
That was an outtake!
[He huffs, shooting Bakugo a glare as he sits himself up properly. But then, out of curiosity, he scoots over and peers down at the camera to see how the picture came out. And as he looks, his expression mellows.]
... actually, I came out looking cute, so I'll allow it!
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Hiyori has to do some kind of exercise to keep himself fit and trim. Embarrassing? Hah! As if. Jun will think it's hot, seeing his boyfriend in a sporty position for once. And Hiyori's reaction to the shot? Bakugo's all shit-faced grins as he straightens up and tauntingly holds the camera up over his shoulder in a brazen display.]
It's goin in, Parrot. I bet Jun's gonna enjoy it. [Nope! He's using his photographer clout to shoehorn this push-up Hiyori into the scrapbook. But he lowers the camera and shows the idol its resulting capture (keeping his thumb over the delete button so there's no fast ones). Even zooms in to show him the details.] Told ya.
Now go get rinsed off and changed.
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He glares some more when Bakugo insists on the photo, but after seeing it for himself... well, he can't object. He'll just pretend he meant to pose like that if anyone asks. He's acting out the role of the cheetah, after all! And it's not the first or only photo Bakugo's taken of him today with his butt in the air.]
Fine! While I'm doing that, you move the prop, alright?
[They won't be needing a big tree for the rest of their photos. He gets up and walks off the set, tail sticking out behind them, and takes off his costume behind the so-called "privacy screen." Then he rinses off as instructed (though he doesn't take off all his make-up) and comes out wearing a shiny gold robe. Is it skimpy and tacky? Yes and yes! This is the Golden Peacock, after all. And speaking of skimpy, tacky outfits...
Once he's out of the bathroom, it's back to the wardrobe. This time he fishes out the fake (?) leather shorts and suspenders that Bakugo pointed out before.]
I want to do a cool look next, so how about these? And I bet they'd pair well with this!
[He holds them up with another equally skimpy garment: a black "officer's" top with cropped sleeves, buttons down the front, a tie, and a couple of fake badges. For all the "man in uniform" fetishists.]
Look, there's even a cap! ... ugh, but on second thought...
[His face falls with disappointment. Guess who just noticed one of the badges on the tank top says Official Dingdong Inspector?]
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Duh. I'm setting up the next stage. [It would be easier if Hiyori picked his costume first, but he'll make do with the general theme. Whether the guy's rinsing off everything or only going neck down with makeup touches is the idol's decision. So which one are they going for? Oh, the leather shorts of suspenders. He can work with that. As tempting as it is to stick the guy in steel mill and play with sweat, steam, and lights, Hiyori would die in under two minutes in such a setting. With the cropped top, their theme settles on a sexy "officer" look. Seeing his face fall at one of the badges, Bakugo scoffs and turns back to the computer screen as he continues working on setup.] Take the stupid badge off. It's not permanent.
[It's a badge. One final shove and he pushes the front half of a car into place. Of course it's a prop. Barely a hood and a windshield with a few inches of cab emerging from the wall. A wall with the rest of the car digitally green screened behind it, red and blue lights spinning a dance-like pulse about the room. Slick streets after the rain, a lovely sunset cracking the fading clouds, street lamps casting golden cones of safety along damp sidewalks, impressive office buildings lining the road to give the scene a high-class air. Tiptoeing the idea of an actual police officer on duty and a stripper police officer come to party. Fans on either side control the speed and direction of whatever breeze they want, with a mist machine dusting the floor with evaporating rainfall.]
There's a pair of handcuffs to your left. ... No, beside the riding crop.
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