HOW THE HELL DOD YOU MISS THAT?! [He should've tried ripping it off the second he saw it! What a moron! He can rid himself of any stupid badges he doesn't want. Even if it'll leave the rest of his uniform likely bare and bland. Most police officers don't walk around full of badges like a decorated war hero. Hell, only a few bother with a damn name badge.
Bakugo leaves Hiyori to deal with his badge problem and continues last touches on his scene setup. If they need the badges for color, they can remove the stupid words during editing. He flicks through lighting choices, eye lids lowered in focus with each rendition of daylight: morning, noon, evening, and nightlight: dusk, night, dawn. Probably cycle through each of them during the photo shoot for variety while Hiyori poses. Sucks they couldn't have a full car in here. Sure, the resort had the option. He simply didn't want to deal with moving it in and out of the room.
Hiyori better take the cuffs, not the fucking crop. This is a police officer! Not some goddamn stripper at a bachelor party! Flicking the time frame back to dusk, he watches street lights flare on and reset the scene to its previous lighting. All the elements edging towards decidedly noir.]
Hmph. I told you I know what I'm doing. [Half proud defensive, half pure proud. Damn right his choices made a great scene! Other variations tuck away behind his controls for quick switches as they progress in the shoot.] They have dummies to use.
[He isn't suggesting it; the stupid things take a fair chunk of time to set up, and most of them are likely programed to act more like sex dolls than an assistant to general posing. Bakugo finishes linking the camera to the set up and thumbs through a few more options to change lighting and side decor. He glances up when Hiyori reappears from the screen.] Che, I didn't think you'd be able to rock a suspender look.
You know it's unprofessional for a photographer to yell at a model, right? I just thought they might've been sewn on, that's all!
[Then he turns up his nose. ]
And I don't really want to cuff a dummy, so I'll pass on that.
[Yeesh, this is what he gets for calling Bakugo a smart boy. But by the time he emerges from the privacy screen, all is forgiven more or less. Bakugo may be rude and yell-y, but he, Hiyori Tomoe, is looking sexy and cool, and that's what counts! He smiles smugly when even Bakugo can't find fault with his appearance, and cocks a hip to show off what a snug fit the shorts are. (Boy, is he showing off his legs a lot during this shoot.)]
You shouldn't be! I already said I can pull off any look. This right here's your proof~βͺ
[He takes a moment to admire himself in the full-length mirror (yep, still sexy and still cool!) before he bends over and... oh no. Oh no, look what he just picked up.]
This looks fun to wave around.
[He is brandishing the riding crop. Sorry, Bakugo.]
I don't like the thought of really hitting someone, but thankfully it's just pretend! So, should I bring this onto the set? Or leave it now and go back for it later? You're a boy who's into fighting and things like that, so you must want to take some action-y shots.
Scissors exist! [Even if they were sewn on, a few snips and no more problem! Whatever, Bakugo isn't gonna suggest Hiyori take those cuffs into action either. He focuses on his set pieces while the idol finishes up his changing. Getting a few images in mind he wants to capture makes the work go by faster. Having a focus and concrete goal always improves tasks.
When Hiyori returns, he gives the normal once over, but has nothing to say in fault. Makeup checks out, no lingering traces of cheetah spots or savanna eyeliner. Did he even touch up his makeup from before? Sweat and activity can smudge. A fitting police uniform for the resort. Hiyori wears it well. Could they make it more ridiculous? He shoves the question away and turns back to his set piece. Starting at one hour with the intent of progressing through the "day" with each set of images.]
Uh-huh. I know some you wouldn't want to. [But would he be able to? Yes. Even a gory Halloween shoot if the situation called for it. Tempting to suggest a sweat-soaked bedraggled appearance... if he didn't think Hiyori could pull it off regardless. Makeup can do amazing shit even without the real thing.]
Oy! You wanna look like a dominatrix? [Because that's what a damn riding crop is gonna add to his already-skimpy law enforcer uniform! Bakugo glances back at Hiyori before tilting his head towards the set.] It's your call. It won't change what I want. [His expression darkens.] Don't equate me with a damn riding crop...
Who wants to have to cut up their outfit with scissors? Not me!
[That might just rip it! At that point, it's probably better to just choose different clothes, considering they have a wardrobe full of costumes and only two hours to work with. But the badge did come off, so their silly argument draws to a close. He hops out of the privacy screen all dressed up and ready to go! ... including makeup, which I totally forgot to mention. Oops. Yep, we'll say he touched that up too.
They may be done arguing about police badges, but now comes their next disagreement. Hiyori is excited to brandish a prop, but Bakugo is considerably less impressed. He says it'll make him look like a "dominatrix!" Which is one of those women who wears black boots and hits people with whips, he thinks? He isn't one, but he kind of gets the comparison.]
You haven't actually said what you want. But I guess I haven't said what I want either, beyond a "cool" look.
[He tries thinking about it now. The last shoot was straightforward; a cheetah is a cheetah. He knew what sort of role he ought to play, and he took to it with gusto. But what sort of character is he playing this time? Just who exactly is Officer Shorts? Probably not a serious cop, with an outfit like this and a name like that, but "dominatrix" wasn't quite what he had in mind either.
It might be fun. Taking on a role like that and seeing if he can make Bakugo buy the performance. He ponders for a few more moments, then cheerfully shrugs.]
There are lots of things I could do with it. I could tuck it in my belt, tap the hood of the car, twirl it like a baton, drag it slowly down my chest, or use it to tip someone's chin up.
[Though the last one would be hard to show in a photo without another actor or a dummy. He twirls it idly now and says:]
But I am curious. Is it just that you were aiming for something less crude, or is it that you don't think I can pull off that sort of "dominant" character?
[What was it Bakugo said at the gala? That there was no way he could possibly ever top unless he was riding someone's ****? Yep, guess who remembers that!]
I didn't tell you to cut it up! I said cut the badge off!
[Unless the damn thing was sewn into the costume like a patch. They have more than two hours if Bakugo wants to extend the time. He's messing with the camera when Hiyori finally emerges from behind his partition screen. Costumed up and with his face all touched back to an immaculate image. Fitting with this new ensemble's color scheme and everything. Tch, he's an idol through and through. Doesn't miss a damn detail.
What the hell kind of image did Hiyori think he'd present brandishing a riding crop while dressed in hot pants and black suspenders? He glances to the idol's prop of choice, noting how the other man's wheels are turning in agreement. Honestly, has he ever seen a policeman with a riding crop in hand? A baton, yes, but this sort? He's not a flogger. (This isn't helped by Bakugo having Midnight as his teacher, a Pro Hero who dresses like a dominatrix and uses a riding crop and whip as support items.)
Satisfied with the camera setup and scenery, he dips his head in a slight nod towards the car's hood.]
Since when do you want to look like something crude? [A dominatrix, case in point. While most people wouldn't say that profession is "crude", considering Hiyori's usual reactions, Bakugo figured he'd want to go for a sexy cop model routine, rather than someone who'd whip your ass and make you beg for handcuffs while stepping on your crotch with high heeled leather boots. He could be wrong; he doubts he is.] But if you can spin it, get up there and stand next to the car.
[Because his first pose is going to mix the cool and the sensual. With Hiyori posing beside the car, face spread in a cheeky but confident grin, one hand on the brim of his cap as he lifts it to show his eyes, other hand spinning the crop around like a cocky punk getting ready to take someone down or show his boyfriend a good time in that costume.
If the badges are part of the outfit, then that's the same thing! But fortunately we don't have to cut anything, so let's leave that idea in the past!
[Though if he really wants this dumb argument in the past, he should've just let Bakugo have the last word. Alas, he's too much of a yapper to let anyone have that very often.
If Hiyori was a hero, he wouldn't be a whip-wielding hero like Midnight. He'd be the Sunavenger Aristocrat, like they previously discussed. But he isn't opposed to trying a role outside his wheelhouse. At home, he'd have to worry about a shoot like this ruining his image, but here he can try new things. Wield different personas and experiment with new techniques like the pole-dancing moves he learned at Ugly Duckling. He wouldn't flog anyone's butt with a riding crop in his own time*, but he can play the part of someone who would.
(* = Unless he was experiencing a Spades suit mega-flare. Then all bets are off.)]
Even I have to admit this is already a bit crude. [He's wearing a badge that says "Officer Booty Shorts," for pete's sake.] But if Baku-kun has another vision in mind, I'd be happy to hear it.
[How does the other boy see him? Where does he think his appeal lies? The answer to those questions can probably be found in how Bakugo asks him to pose next. Which it seems they're getting to now: Bakugo starts directing him again, telling him to stand next to the car, to which Hiyori smiles and complies without fuss. He trusts his photographer to help him shine!]
Right, of course they'll want to see those. βͺ
[That's his response when Bakugo tells him to raise the cap and show his eyes. Ah, but what sort of expression should he go for? Playful? Mischievous?
The look he gives the camera is a little of both. But there's an additional gleam there in his eyes, an undercurrent of something dark. He narrows those eyes at the corners as he smiles, showing a flash of teeth, haughty and hard-edged compared to usual. It's more this kind of smile than this kind: less "cute," more "dominant."
He cocks his hip, his cap tipped and his feet planted next to the car, and then he twirls the baton as Bakugo directed. That might come off better on video than it does on camera, with the movement, but the message is the same either way: look at this thing he's got on-hand. He could use it wheneeeever he wants. He doesn't need to say or show what for: the audience can sexily fill the blanks using their imagination.
Once Bakugo's snapped a few photos like that, he chirps:]
Don't forget to get one from below! Some might find it heart-racing to have me looking down on them from above~βͺ
[He doubts that applies to his photographer, but...]
Then don't complain about wearing them! [Bitching without being willing to do something about it's a waste of breath! Hiyori's always got a counter protest to simple (see: brute force) fixes. And Bakugo's not willing to let someone have the last word either, so there he goes, firing off another one to "win" the war. A yapper and a egotist. Go figure. Sliding a filter on the camera, he eyes through its lens and fixes Hiyori's position with the current lighting. For a few seconds, everything works... but before he can take the show, small clashes between illumination and filter creep into his mind. Clicking his tongue in irritation, he swipes it off and returns to his default "X" on the floor for the first shot.]
Hmph, unless your boyfriend only gets off on you wearing a three-piece suit, he'll like it. [Right, because behind this entire effort is Jun's pleasure. Pretty damn sure Hiyori's seen models pose around sports cars, wearing simply clothing and pretending they like others ogling them or the vehicle being shown. He's never bothered with those things. A car should be able to sell itself, not require a pair of tits and ass to carry it along. But the idol's doing something similar now, though Bakugo intends for the car to be a sidepiece to the main attract: Hiyori.]
Uh-huh. People looking at this shot are gonna be attracted and nervous together. [Good nervous, the kind which makes people twist their fingers and glance around with a stupid grin playing on their faces. Wanting the handsome officer's attention, but not sure just how "badly" they're gonna have it once they get it. Hiyori's touch of darkness trickling through his eyes adds to his expression, and Bakugo zooms in to take a few profile shots of his head and shoulders alone. Capturing that rare look on his visage. Yeah, Hiyori could be dominate if he wanted to. Hell if Bakugo's ever gonna admit such to him.
Relax. This camera can take at least 60 fps on its lowest setting; he'll capture the baton twirl easily without a blur effect. Could take a video, but he would've done so with the cheetah pounce if he intended to. More shots snap as he moves from one X to the next, swinging from left to right for various captures. Changing angles from high to low, using step stools if necessary, or dropping to his knees should he want the proverbial "hinting up-skirt" shot you can't get with booty shorts. Yeah, yeah, he got the low-angle shots. Pushing back to his feet, Bakugo flicks through the last couple shots, making sure there's nothing more he wants before giving Hiyori the go ahead to move.]
Next one's gonna be on the hood. You wanna sit, lie, or crouch? [Don't worry, he tested the prop and it won't cave in under Hiyori's weight.]
I'm not! Baku-kun's the one who's been doing the most complaining.
[At this point he's just saying more stuff in order to get the last word in. He's a yapper and an egotist himself. But is that really a surprise, considering they're here because he wanted an exclusive photoshoot? Sure, he could say the photoshoot is for Jun, but it's also clearly for himself. He wanted to wear cute outfits, do an idol-like activity, and appreciate himself in the photos after they're done!
And maybe also to spend time with a friend, and see that friend's photography skills. But of course if he said that, Bakugo would probably tell him to stop being mushy. And speaking of mush...]
Right, Jun-kun always loves me lots, no matter what I wear!
[Now he's just bragging. But anyway, on with the shoot.
He lifts his cap, twirls his crop, tries to look "dominant"... and it works! Which he knows because his little pantomime doesn't receive any snide comments from Bakugo. In fact, it receives the opposite response, as Bakugo tells him that anyone seeing the photo will find him attractive. Attractive, and intimidating. His goal isn't normally to make people nervous, but in this case? He'll take it!]
True, when you see someone this good-looking, it's natural to get tongue-tied. Unless you're Baku-kun, that is.
[Though he did get a little tongue-tied for a second there at the gala, when Hiyori turned his teasing back on him and asked him about his sex preferences. Don't worry, though, he's playing nice for now. He poses for the succession of photos, pleased with the low-angle shots Bakugo is taking and seizing the opportunity to look down on him haughtily. When will he get a chance like that again, after all? He doesn't specifically ask for an upskirt (upshorts?) shot, but he does tell him:]
Make sure to capture all my best angles~βͺ
[Not that he needs to say it when that's exactly what Bakugo seems to be doing. He gets plenty of shots of him brandishing the crop, and then informs him the next one should be taken on the car hood. Hiyori looks at the prop for a moment, contemplating poses. Lots of different ones spring to mind, but since they've decided they're going for a "dominant" sort of vibe...]
I have an idea.
[Rather than explain, he decides it'd be easiest to demonstrate. Backing up to the hood of the of the car, he takes a seat normally, facing Bakugo and the camera. Then he lowers his waist and slowly spreads his legs. Wide, until they're making a V-shape. His hands drape over his thighs, one of them still holding the riding crop, the whip end pointed against the roof of the car. Is this the most obscene pose anyone's ever struck at the Golden Peacock? Not by a longshot, and he did much worse on-camera himself during that whole movie-filming (as Bakugo well knows). But for an idol whose image is more elegant than crude, this is still a departure, and that's what makes it fun. The challenge!]
[Bakugo made a promise to take a great photoshoot of Hiyori and he's not going to break that promise! While he isn't a professional at taking pictures, he's had practice in the past and considers himself a good enough eye to know what's attractive or interesting and what's not. Knowing a decent chunk of Jun's preferences, along with a lot of Hiyori's, comes together for a shoot designed with both idols in mind.]
Uh-huh. [Jun won't mind what Hiyori's in as long as his boyfriend isn't wearing something deliberately demeaning. Bakugo thumbs across the screen once more, flipping through the previous set's shots. A few of them he makes for deletion, though he'll let Hiyori pass judgement later. Others are tagged as potential scrapbook material. Favored shots. Captured intent: Hiyori's dangerous and dominant side, tinged with his cocky nature and radiant spirit, which will never be tampered down. His smile and his eyes sparkle in sheer contrast with his planted foot and twirling "weapon" of choice.]
I'm getting every damn angle. [Literally. From front to side, sweeping an arc, and around to his back, with shots above and below capturing all potential degrees. An ashen brow arches into his bangs when Hiyori takes the proverbial reins. Seated on the car-- expected. Spreading his legs-- kinky. With the crop end propped to the roof, both hands lazily tossed over his thighs, there's a sultry sort of expectant demand radiating from the idol's pose. Bakugo snorts in response to his question before pointing at the other man's left leg.] Prop your heel on the car bumper.
[It'll give him another element of brash and posing, since a lot of model shots are asymmetrical. Fingers take either side of his camera and lift it to his face once more, a hunter prepared to capture his prey in all elements as the setting sun lighting lazily changes to a moonlit night.]
True! [He agrees readily.] And neither have I, so let's forget about complaint tallies and focus on how good I look!
[Bakugo's been a good sport so far, to be honest. Hiyori has little to complain about. Jun, on the other hand, would probably have plenty of complaints if he realized Hiyori has blabbed about his preferences so often that even people like Bakugo are aware of them. That's what you get for dating a chatterbox.
What are Bakugo's tastes, though? They've been trapped together at a sex resort for ages, but Hiyori still has no idea. The guy keeps that stuff under wraps. As well he should, if this was back home, but here people are more likely to shout about their turn-ons from the rooftops. Did Bakugo point out the suspenders because that's the sort of look he finds appealing? That sort of leather biker aesthetic? Or might he have a thing for uniforms? It's none of Hiyori's business, but he can't help but feel curious as he watches Bakugo go through the photos in the viewfinder.
Whatever the answer is, he's approaching the shoot like a professional. And he hasn't let Hiyori down yet, which means Hiyori has no problem following his next instruction. He'd thought a head-on shot could be good, one of him staring down the viewer with his thighs spread on either side of himself. But something called the "rule of thirds" applies, right? Most photographers don't want their shots to be perfectly on-center and symmetrical. He does as he's told, hoisting one leg up and planting his boot on the car, shifting a bit to the other side and planting one palm down on the car for balance. He maintains his cocky attitude, grinning devilishly at the camera. If anyone's the "prey" here, it's meant to be the viewer!
Ah, but what should he do with the riding crop in this new pose? He could wave it, hold it over his shoulder, or let it keep resting against the car. ... Orrr he could hold it against his own thigh so it's pointing right at his crotch. Subtle!]
Too much?
[Bakugo can be counted on to be honest. If it looks too trashy, he'll tell him.]
You just were! [Bakugo gives him a piercing stare, refusing to let Hiyori have his final say in the matter! Bitching about Bakugo was bitching, so there! Can't say he pities Jun for his choice in boyfriend, especially knowing who he's got a crush on himself, and other attractions as well. Being with Hiyori without having to worry about the resort pushing them into something indecent, without any risk of encouragement, is a fucking relief.
Hiyori could very well guess what some of Bakugo's tastes were. He makes what he doesn't like painfully clear. Applying those to his sexual partners might be tricky, but it's a good start. Weakness, indecision, pandering, sappy crap, emotions, blabbermouths. People who don't fit his ideal version of strength and attraction. Perhaps Hiyori could see into some of it here, where those "tough guy" shots are more interesting and focused than going for a frilly outfit among clouds and bubbles. Dressed as a police officer, even a sultry one, basking in the glow of street lamps on a rain-slick road atop a car. How much of that masculine impression does Hiyori need to figure out Bakugo's interested in such things. Then again, he has an idea of what Jun likes too, so caters to his lean as well. But isn't leaving out Hiyori's preferences too. Hell if he wants to treat the idol as a dress-up doll to command.
Symmetry and asymmetry in a shot have their places. Bakugo got a few of those equal parts when Hiyori was perched on the branch and jumping into the screen. Similar with those two suspenders in perfect place without leaving one dangling (he'll do that later), and having Hiyori centered on the car hood despite one leg propped up. Mix and match. Both arms on the metal behind him, lent back with his chest forward to expose more of his skin. Just enough the suspenders slide beside his nipples. Predator and prey together. Yeah, Hiyori's decision with the riding crop earns a brief snort behind the camera, but in agreement instead of protest.] Just right.
[And snap. From all angles like normal, before he calls for variations in the same position. Change legs, switch arms, hold the crop between his teeth, both feet on the ground, now on the bumper, arms between his legs with his palms' heels perched behind the car's emblem statue (this one Hiyori can switch to a more cute eagerness, as if he's ready to leap off or simply excited to be photographed), before having him splay out on the car hood in a leisurely lounge for another set of pictures.]
[He meets that piercing stare with a defiant look of his own. Alright, fine, no more arguing. ... but he does stick his tongue out briefly. (It'd probably make for a good photo.)
Hiyori's preference for "cute" and "pretty" clothes is probably obvious; he would've been fine wearing the cutesy outfits from the wardrobe, including the ones with frilly skirts. Jun likes him in those outfits too, he knows, and at one point they had a date where Hiyori dragged him to Alice & Parrots and they both picked out cute costumes for the other person to wear. But he's open to more than just "cute" looks. His appeal is multifaceted, something he already knew at home but has deepened his understanding of here. He can appeal to men and women, to gods like Loki and lions like Leona, to fans at home who want a fantasy boyfriend or fans who'd rather see him make out with Jun. He can be cute and sweet, elegant and refined, or even dark and dangerous. That's the whole point of this photoshoot, if indeed there is a point: to show that Hiyori Tomoe can pull off any look and still look good! He can appeal to different audiences, and he can make anyone's heart throb.
But does that include Bakugo, whose demeanor of staunch professionalism hardly reveals any of his own tastes or preferences? That remains to be seen. But as Bakugo tells him to put one leg up on the hood of the car, and then okays the crotch-pointing, Hiyori thinks he might be getting closer to figuring out the other boy's tastes. Less "cute" and more "cool"; less soft and delicate, more strong and tough. And with the crop brandished in one hand and a haughty smirk twisting up his lips, Hiyori does his best to fit that image. To appeal to Jun, who finds his dominant side attractive (and has quite the submissive streak himself), but also to show Bakugo that he can pull off this kind of role. That's what he's thinking as he holds the crop between his teeth, a ferocity in his gaze as he stares down the camera. He'll make Bakugo admit the truth! That he can also pull off a "dominant" look!
Though he starts looking a bit less dominant once he's in that cute about-to-leap-off-the-car pose. And again when he's splayed across the hood afterwards, the first few buttons of his shirt taken down to show more skin, hip jutting out to create an appealing curve. The vibe has shifted from "dominatrix who will whip your ass" to "cute male stripper goofing around." Was this part of Bakugo's plot?!
No. He's clearly just exercising his creativity as the photographer. And his suggestions for poses are truthfully more inventive than Hiyori would have guessed. It's fun taking direction from him. And it's fun to show off, too. He's been more exposed than this, and in front of larger numbers of people, like at House Finch, the Stripped Scale, and (ugh) the Lord of the Wings set. But taking sexier and sexier photos while the camera goes off might be doing a little something for him, if the flush in his cheeks is any indication.
Orrrr maybe that's just there because he's doing an extended modeling session in heavy make-up under studio lighting. He's certainly not copping to anything!
Once the set of photos with him splayed out on the hood of the car is done, he sits up, his eyes swimming a bit from the light, and adjusts his rumpled shirt and tie. They should probably take another water break soon, but first...]
I guess it's about time for "that" pose.
[He hops off the car and turns around, putting his back (and butt) to the camera. Looking back over his shoulder, he looks a bit... well, not shy, but a tad awkward. Bakugo's been nothing but professional this whole time, and he's already done loads of sexy poses, but...]
Try not to make fun of me, alright? I know you haven't so far, but this next pose is a lot! It's too obvious not to do though, so...
[With that cryptic statement, he leans down and places both palms flat on the hood of the car. And then, he bends over.
In his short shorts and suspenders. The ones that earned his cop the nickname of "Officer Booty Shorts"!
He sticks out his butt juuust a bit more, and then he looks back at the camera (and at Bakugo), his eyes expectant. Good luck!]
[Is it really hard to figure out Bakugo's tastes? Maybe, since he doesn't bother talking about shit like that. At the same time, he's never holding his tongue on what he doesn't like. People can pick up the damn hints and put pieces together. Of course he knew Hiyori could pull off such a role! Coming to a photo shoot expecting his model to fail is setting himself up for disappointment, and hell if Bakugo sabotages himself! After everything he's seen of the idol in front of him, a "look" is little more for Hiyori's effort than changing his damn shirt. Whether his face or his costume, he's a photographer chameleon.
And throwing each pose over his shoulder akin to unwanted trash, Bakugo moves from one to the next. He crouches in front of the car and swings the lens up to get a shot of Hiyori perched atop the hood like some cheeky gargoyle. Standing to the side gives a perfect light splayed across the idol's body as he bends over to "check" the workings under his car hood. A saucy hip sway and twirl of his crop herald the officer's trip to a ticket write up and potential date. Each pose and scene captured in another click and locked away within digital frame. Sometimes Bakugo takes a very detailed approach, directing Hiyori's arms or legs to the joint and inch of position, other times allowing the idol to do whatever he wanted within the proverbial lines of his shoot.
Bakugo clicks his tongue as Hiyori sits up. Looks like he's already getting a heatstroke from the studio lights. Glass glimmers as he lowers his camera, ready to call a break when the idol suddenly perks up for a "final" shot. With a vague pose. His expression flattens, debating inside whether he should call Hiyori off his intent or let him pass out under the blazing inverted umbrellas. Hmph, whatever. Let him have his fun. He's got another set already geared up in mind once this is done.] Knock yourself out.
[And readjusts his camera. Taking his place over the central X, he cocks his equipment over one shoulder, eyebrow quirked up into his bangs as Hiyori begins positioning himself. Yeah, "that" pose had to happen at some point. Checking under the hood, leaning in through the window, washing the car off. Bakugo scoffs once the idol's got himself propped up in pose.] You've been waiting to do that one since you saw the car, huh.
[But duty calls, and he takes to the new pose with his same level of efficiency and effort. Side to side, from behind, a shot below, even jumping atop the car itself, back plastered to the screen backdrop, so he can take an overhead snap of Hiyori looking up at him. Not gonna let a single angle go to waste.] After this, you need a drink and a rinse.
[Dominance is more Adam's theme while Eve's fanservice trends sweeter, but it still wouldn't shock his fans to see him in a "dom" role. He has a commanding presence onstage, and some of his fanservicey lines and song lyrics definitely give off that dom vibe. "There's no escape" and "I'll make you my prisoner" and so on. Nope, that aspect wouldn't be shocking! Seeing him bent over the hood of a car while his hot pants ride up his ass, though...
Look, it had to be done. And to his relief, Bakugo understands. He doesn't veto the pose or insult it. He understands fanservice, and he understands the appeal!
Though Hiyori does pout a little when he suggests he's been waiting to do this pose specifically. As though sticking his butt out is something he loves doing in particular. It's not!]
Not true! But I figure my character must have picked up that nickname for a reason, so...
[Officer Booty Shorts. With a name like that, he can't not show off the booty. That's his reasoning, and he's sticking to it! Plus every part of him is cute (according to himself), which means his booty is also worth showing off! The only question is why his officer would be bent over the police car in the first place. He's the cop here, not an arrestee being forced down on one. He isn't checking under the hood (does the hood even open?), nor is he cleaning the car (he doesn't have cleaning supplies), so it looks like he's just bending over for the express purpose of showing off his ass.
But does that matter, when the viewer's going to be too busy appreciating the fanservice to question what he's doing? Nope! Not one bit! And anyway, maybe this sort of tomfoolery is exactly where Officer Booty Shorts got his nickname. Instead of doing policework, he's always busy modeling!
In any case, Bakugo is as thorough as ever. He photographs him and his booty shorts from every angle, and Hiyori manages to wipe the embarrassment (and the poutiness) off his face so he can pose with confidence. Bakugo even gets on the car alongside him so he can shoot from above, and at that point, things crystallize. Realizing the shot he wants to go for, Hiyori sits one elbow on the car, smiles up at the camera... and then extends his other arm, reaching towards Bakugo and for the viewer. Like he's dragging them towards him, about to pull them in for a kiss or something else. Turns out his character isn't just posing to show off; he's showing off for someone he likes. Cute, right? His hand settles out of frame on Bakugo's forearm, and he smiles, the "dom" vibe dropped in favor of a more playful one.
And then they're finished, at least for now, Hiyori frowning at the remark about rinsing him.]
Do you have to say it like that? That just makes me sound like a dog that needs hosing off, when I'm actually the "owner" type.
[He does need the drink, though. But for now he's back to sitting with his legs dangling off the car, making himself comfortable there during the break in shooting.]
That was fun, so good work! Pity we haven't found a use for these, though. I almost want to wear them myself just so someone will. But that wouldn't be fitting at all, so...
[He toys with the handcuffs hooked into his shorts, and then he shrugs.]
[Don't pout at him when Hiyori's the one suggesting he'd been waiting to do it! So quick to pitch his body into such a pose and comment. What the hell's Bakugo supposed to think? Hmph. At least he finished snapping some quality shots to capture Hiyori's infamy forever. Final *kachick!* from his camera and he tilts it to the side, hoisted in one cocked hand like a server tray, minding the strap dangling around his forearm in case.]
Yeah, yeah. Whatever you have to tell yourself. [Hiyori wanted to do an ass focus pose. There's no convincing Bakugo otherwise. Why shouldn't he? The idol's got a body for modeling from head to toe. Ass included. Good thing he can't read all the churning gray matter under a pristine mop of green. It's obvious he's bent over for complete ass offering! Sexy photoshoots are gonna have sexy shots! Bakugo doubts Hiyori would want his head under the hood with oil smudges on his face and "grimy" being the theme. Might be better off with a shower theme, but nah. Too close to erotic sexual, which is Jun's privilege with Hiyori.
Parrot's lucky he didn't go along with an offered kiss and "accidentally" ram his camera lens right into Hiyori's pucker up. Would've been funny... but like hell does he wanna deal with redone makeup. Each of these photographs he takes with Jun in mind. Not for him, but for the man Hiyori loves, to enjoy on his own or with his boyfriend. Easy enough to do when he and Hiyori aren't salivating over each other like so many horndogs in this shitty place.]
Haa?! If I said "wash" or "shower", you'd be in there for 30 minutes! [Rinse means get in, get out! Sheesh. Humans can get rinsed off as well as dogs. Bakugo heads for the room's side and sets his camera by the computer for an upload. Hiyori's getting a drink, so he can categorize the photographs for future work.]
Slap 'em on your wrists and head to the shower like a jail prisoner. [Heh heh heh. He's all grouchy grins when he suggests it, even lifts the camera over his shoulder with a taunting waggle like he's ready to shoot if Hiyori agrees.]
[Perhaps one day he'll be perfectly willing to admit to his exhibitionism kink, even when he's not "in-character." But today isn't that day it seems, so alas.
Not on his kinklist: making out with cameras. He's not remotely interested in that, so it's fortunate Bakugo refrains from mashing the lens against his lips. But the romantic side of him likes the message sent by that final shot: that his character was acting like such a showoff in order to attract one person's attention. The viewer's! This was all for them, and his efforts are rewarded when he gets a kiss from his subject. ~Happy ending.~
In any case, the shoot is now on pause, leaving him and Bakugo free to squabble about more silly stuff.]
Not true, since our time here is valuable! And I already plan to take a relaxing bath later, once I'm back in my suite where all my bath salts are. ... or maybe I'll use a bath bomb today? Yep, I might just do that!
[Of course he's the type to use bath bombs.
Bakugo returns his comments about the handcuffs with another joke, intended to be insulting, no doubt. Hiyori's eyebrow twitches, and it looks like he's about to retort, to turn his chin up and huff, perhaps. But instead of doing that...]
... well... if it's just for the photoshoot...
[He seems to be considering it???]
I guess I could try wearing them. [Pause.] But if I was going to do it, the photos would need to have a specific vibe! Something like, "A cute newbie police officer who got tangled up in his own handcuffs." Or, "'I've tied up myself, now here's your present!'" Sort of like putting a bow on yourself for Christmas.
[Another pause, and then he adds:]
Or I could take them off my belt, hold them up to the camera and smile suggestively. It depends on whether you'd rather see my "dominant" streak continue or not, I suppose. I know Jun-kun will like me either way, so as the shoot director, I might just let you choose.
[It's easier to say he wants to look dominant than to say he wants to look submissive. But he does like showing off multiple sides of himself, and in any case, he might not have looked too "dominant" when he was bent over the hood of the car a minute ago. He'll busy himself with taking a drink while he waits for Bakugo's answer.]
[Don't all idols have some level of exhibition streak? Most of them come off the stages flushed, breathing hard, glistening with sweat, completely euphoric after dancing and showing off their voices and bodies on the stage to a sea of ogling fans drinking up everything they toss their way. How the hell does exhibition streak seeds avoid germinating in such soil? ... And don't compare it to heroes! Mile-wide difference.
Once Hiyori slides off the car, Bakugo keys in a few commands and the rainy background begins to fade away. Street lamps shrink into the ground like plants growing in reverse, the back half of the car folds inward until nothing's left, sky and buildings become ghostly see-through and silently cease. Leaving naught but a white canvas for their next shoot requirements.]
I don't need to hear a bath report! [Hiyori's also the type to piss off a person bomb if he keeps standing here chattering away while he could be getting into the shower and talking over the water. Didn't he admit just now their time here was valuable?! Bakugo clicks his tongue as he checks the camera download. He can extend their time easily if they need to. The photography administrator isn't going to turn down an Ace's request. Not this one...
Ugh. He talks WAY too much.] I'm already downloading the photos! Police shoot's over.
[Less Hiyori forgot, Bakugo already too a lot of pictures earlier with the model posing in different manners. Dominance played a theme in those shots. Maybe they didn't get the handcuffs, but he made sure the idol wasn't in a "submissive" state during most of this particular shoot.]
[Sure, but there's loving to sing and look pretty in front of an audience, and then there's... this attitude.
Anyway, here he was tossing out some ideas while still giving Bakugo the final say, only to be told he's "already downloading the photos" and "the police shoot's over." He stares for a moment, looking a bit surprised to have his idea shut down so definitively, before he hops off the car again and turns his nose up in the air.]
Fine! Since Baku-kun's eager to move on and see me in a new cute outfit, so be it!
[That is not what Bakugo said... but either way, he's taking another swig of water and then he's disappearing behind the privacy screen. He sheds his clothes, and with them, his identity as Officer Booty Shorts, before skipping into the bath and rinsing himself off. He emerges wearing the skimpy resort-issued robe, one elbow propped on the edge of the privacy screen as he peers around the corner.]
I have returned! βͺ And since there's no time to waste, I'm keen to hear your next idea! You didn't say you had one, but I got the vibe like you had something in mind.
[His eyes wander from Bakugo, wherever he is (still hunched over the computer?) to the background, checking to see if he's done anything new with it.]
[He is already downloading the photos. The set's halfway done deconstructing itself. Hiyori's idea came too late. Bakugo focuses on the pictures, tossing a few unpleasing ones into a side folder while quickly categorizing the others in sub-folders of the police set. Doesn't take a genius to figure Hiyori's miffed at him for the quick idea shot. Che, speak up quicker next time, Parrot. His brows take a knotted dive towards his nose bridge, a vein bunching on his forehead when the idol keeps picking at him. Don't make him blast your shitty ass into the shower! Nose first!]
Stop putting words in my mouth! [Ugh, Hiyori and his personal-themed worldview lens. Finally gets behind the screen and Bakugo's free to work on his next idea. He had been saving this for later, but considering what just happened, he changes the rotation.
A large semicircular rim carves a black half-moon from the floor as it raises, an outlining row of stage lights flare up and shin multi-colored streams of illumination into the air, city lights blink on in a sprawling skyline, dark buildings wink their windows in a twinkling backdrop amid a flow of mist carrying cross the stage. Above, a grand moon casts silver rays over what's apparently a rooftop model shoot with idol-themed accents surrounding the circular runway. Flanked on one side by a fan capable of casting "breeze" to "full-borne gusts" as desired.]
This is your stage; you pick the outfit that matches it.
[Giving full rein to Hiyori for his clothes on this one.]
[His pouty attitude evaporates as he watches the scenery change. The whole production with the moon rising from the floor is impressive, as are the multi-colored stage lights. But what's most impressive is the result: a rooftop photoshoot against a city skyline. With a wind machine, even.
His eyes widen, face showing faint surprise. Given the previous theme was jungle animals and cheesy cops, he perhaps expected something more outlandish. Something less connected to him. If this is the backdrop, though, he hardly needs to invent a new character or role. This sort of environment, after all, suits "the idol called Hiyori Tomoe" perfectly well.
His expression changes to a thoughtful one, his eyes sparking as he starts to visualize ideas. Of course he's limited to whatever outfits are inside the wardrobe, but he's up to the task of picking one. When Bakugo tells him to, he nods.]
Will do!
[And then he disappears without any further commentary.
Some rustling sounds as he goes through the wardrobe, followed by him changing behind the screen. Getting ready takes a bit longer this time around, but he isn't dilly dallying. When he does emerge, he's all dressed up. On top, he's wearing a uniform-like shirt, cropped with fancy embroidery and gold epauletsβa common fixture of idol costumes. His pants are the same royal blue color, hugging his hips and then flaring out below the knee. He's got on a black belt and platform shoes, and he accessorizes with gold earrings. It looks a little like his Conquest get-up.
And then there's his face: while he was behind the screen he touched up his make-up, going for a more dramatic look. Dark eyeliner, some lip color, his eyebrows sharply defined.
When he catches Bakugo's eyes, he smiles cooly and walks up to the stage.]
Well? [He plants one foot on top of it.] What do you think of this "match"?
[Heh. Flawless victory. Seeing Hiyori's expression and attitude change is all the prize he needs. Didn't matter if he had this planned earlier, pulling it up to the present won him back his pouty audience. The show goes on. Bakugo clicks the fan on, setting one to its lowest power. Mist instantly begins drifting aside, curling in on itself with each trip over stage lights or runway edge. Stepping back from those "outlandish" scenery shoots gives a breath of fresh air to the entire production, preventing Hiyori from getting too lost in unnatural settings. Even if Bakugo thinks this kinda crap is pretty unnatural as well. Who wants to strut down walkways between a sea of people getting blinded by lights flaring up below and flashing in your eyes from the crowd? Models, apparently. Whatever. He knew Hiyori would like it. Maybe Bakugo was tired of capturing someone who wasn't Hiyori in his camera and wanted to snare the man he came here to shoot. Hmph. No comment.
Let the guy fish around in his closet; he props his back on the wall nearby and begins checking his camera. A finger swipes across its screen in regular intervals, passing through pictures he's no longer keeping after dumping them safely onto the computer. Space frees up, he checks his lens and camera strap, making sure everything is in order for his next shot. Instead of staring at the screen Hiyori's changing behind. Pretty damn sure the hotel's waiting for one exact moment to flash a light behind it and throw Hiyori's half-naked weird-posed silhouette all over. Red eyes flick towards his model when footsteps alert his presence.
Not surprised at the epaulets or embroidery. Looks like some kind of stage production for the theater. Do people actually wear that kind of crap out in the real world? Hopes not. But the ensemble works for Hiyori. Dramatic and alluring with sparkling standout for emphatic effect. Lights flood the stage as the man steps onto it, catching elements of his costume in multiple colors.]
You're gonna fight the moon for people's attention.
[Do normal people wear such outfits? Not often perhaps, but idols sure do. The only thing setting it apart from Hiyori's usual costumes is the amount of skin it shows, and even then, he'll show about as much when he dons a certain outfit later in canon...
He had a feeling Bakugo would approve his choice. They don't have the same taste in clothes, but the other boy clearly prefers "cool" looks over "cute" ones, and this outfit is plenty cool. He chose it specifically to match the background Bakugo chose, the vibe he clearly wants to give off. Given Bakugo's usual attitude, he half-expects some light ribbing. Maybe a jab about the epaulets or his exposed midriff. Instead, he receives a lovely, sincere compliment. Or what sounds unmistakably like one. It actually catches him by surprise, widening his eyes just a fraction, before those same eyes light right up, his grin spreading wider.]
Perfect! An all-out clash between the sun and the moon! I like it! βͺ
[The "sun" being himself, of course.
He hops fully onstage, standing tall in his platforms. He watches the way the light catches on his outfit, considering the different angles. When his eyes meet Bakugo's again, they're positively sparkling.]
I know just where to start. With my grand entrance! Everyone braved the evening chill to come out here, and they've been waiting for so long. But then, who should emerge from midst but me? The one, the only Tomoe Hiyori! βͺ That's the kind of story you're aiming for, right?
[Bakugo always found it stupid when people walked down those runway model lanes wearing shit no one would be caught dead hanging in their closet. He'd had requests and offers to model a few times in his life and always turned them down out of sheer disgust. Why bother doing something so ridiculous?! (Unfortunately, Pro Heroes keep getting those requests, for advertisements and shit.) At least Hiyori makes his outfit look good like he always does.
Picking the outfit he did matches well with the stage Bakugo set up. Figures he'd be able to keep his own preferences in line with something suitable for the blonde's likes and his moonlit background. Hmph, did Hiyori think that was a sincere compliment? Che, he compared him to a pale chunk of rock in the sky. Hardly a compliment at all. Maybe he'll turn the moon's light up brighter and drown the parrot out in its glow! Instead, he brings his camera up to bear and peers through the lens. Beams of illumination spire up from the stage lights, lunar rays bloom behind Hiyori, the idol's own shine adds in a mixture he has to capture without letting any overpower the other. Not the easiest shoot. Most other photographers would die trying.]
Yeah, yeah. Get on with it. [Once Hiyori's positioned within the setup, Bakugo moves to his initial X-marked spot, where he's started each of his shoots. Taking in light glimmering off the idol's costume and the moon's shine behind him, he can't fire off pictures so easily. Too much glare or brilliance. An ashen brow quirks up towards his choppy bangs, eyelids drooping slightly and lips setting in a wry line. That's the kind of story you're aiming for, right? Fuck, hardly. He was going for a rooftop modeling shoot. But if the guy wants to spin his own glamor...]
You gonna give me that story? Get to telling it then, Parrot! [And lifts the camera to his face.] We'll kill them with your shoot!
[Bakugo has exercised admirable restraint in not blowing off his head so far. ... not!! Whoever heard of a hero that blows people's heads off?? Listening to him talk (and talk and talk) instead of jumping to violence is the bare minimum of what a hero should do. That's his opinion, and it's also the correct one!
But right now Bakugo's job is to be a photographer, not a hero. And it's Hiyori's job to strut his stuff, not yap, so he prepares to do just that! Though not before saying some more totally necessary stuff.]
Yep, that's what I'll do! [Vigorous nodding.] Except that sounds a bit violent! So instead we'll say, "let's dazzle them!" Also, we've been showing off my legs a lot, so this time we'll try emphasizing some other parts. The rest of me is cute too, so let's capture a~ll my angles. βͺ
[And then he turns on the runway, strutting off towards the city backdrop. (The pants have glittery embellishments on the back and also hug his ass suspiciously tight, but it's the Golden Peacock, so that can't be helped.) He calls over his shoulder:]
Let's get some more mist, please!
[Bossy as ever.
Whatever the mist situation ends up being, Hiyori knows how he wants to proceed. He taps his foot a few times, and then turns on his heel dramatically, one dangly gold earring swinging behind his shoulder while he does so. He cuts a dark figure for just a second, but then he steps into the light, purposefully stopping where he knows one of them will hit his face. His eyes flash, focusing on Bakugo, on his camera. He can pay attention to the position of both things, the lights and the camera; that's what years of professionalism have taught him. And as he faces the camera and the audience...
He smiles. Cool and lofty, like the persona he takes in most Eden songs. When performing as half of Eve, he's a little more sweet, more feminine and "cute" seeming. But Eden was conceptualized as a dark and noble sort of unit, and that's more in line with the impression he's trying to give off here. He strikes "cool" pose after pose, holding his head up high, letting the lights play off his body.
And also posing to accentuate his bared midriff, since he wasn't kidding about trying to show off different parts of himself. If you've got it, flaunt it, and he figures that when the light hits his abdomen just right, it'll give his skin an enticing glow.]
Dazzle them to death! [He's gonna get his vicious spin on their shoot somehow! Bakugo runs his thumb along the camera's bottom, eyes dropping to Hiyori's legs. Has he been emphasizing the guy's legs? Most of his shots come from various angles, trying not to make any one part stand out unless he's focusing on a set of captures. Hmph, well if Hiyori thinks they need a new focus-] Baka. I've been every degree around your body in each shoot.
[If legs get more screentime, it's because the idol put them there! Taking his place on his X position, Bakugo lifts the machine to his face and snaps a few shots of Hiyori's back, kicking off the photoshoot even if the idol wasn't deliberately posing. What? It's a paparazzi shot! Jun's getting a few sparkly ass shots whether he wants them or not.]
Don't order me around! I'm the photographer! [Bossy right back! He'll add more mist if it helps the shot; right now, he wants to capture more of Hiyori's body and clothing without getting mist wisps crossing his figure too heavily. Two foot taps, muscles tense, and he instantly sends the shutter fluttering in rapid captures of the idol's pirouette. From his shirt hem flaring around his stomach to the outward swing of a gilded streaming earring, a perfect scene of motion study and fluidity. Before the backlights flare up and he snaps off a few silhouettes. Lights down, a walk starts, he moves from one side to the next in quick succession, taking an arching series of photographs as illumination captures Hiyori in one place after another. Sometimes letting him look directly at his viewer, other times lifting a hand and indicating with a few points or the idol to avert his head and gaze elsewhere for profile shots and back captures.
"Cool" poses are always going to be his preference rather than cutesy crap. Yet his professionalism never fails with each change. The next time Hiyori retreats and comes forward, mist floods in from the side, trailing the motion of his feet and the swing of his hands as his body passes through its wake. Bakugo makes a point of keeping the idol's legs out of main focus, save for low angle shots which capture his thighs or lower on purpose to make foreshortening impacts of his upper body beyond his legs' length. Including those stomach shots.]
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Bakugo leaves Hiyori to deal with his badge problem and continues last touches on his scene setup. If they need the badges for color, they can remove the stupid words during editing. He flicks through lighting choices, eye lids lowered in focus with each rendition of daylight: morning, noon, evening, and nightlight: dusk, night, dawn. Probably cycle through each of them during the photo shoot for variety while Hiyori poses. Sucks they couldn't have a full car in here. Sure, the resort had the option. He simply didn't want to deal with moving it in and out of the room.
Hiyori better take the cuffs, not the fucking crop. This is a police officer! Not some goddamn stripper at a bachelor party! Flicking the time frame back to dusk, he watches street lights flare on and reset the scene to its previous lighting. All the elements edging towards decidedly noir.]
Hmph. I told you I know what I'm doing. [Half proud defensive, half pure proud. Damn right his choices made a great scene! Other variations tuck away behind his controls for quick switches as they progress in the shoot.] They have dummies to use.
[He isn't suggesting it; the stupid things take a fair chunk of time to set up, and most of them are likely programed to act more like sex dolls than an assistant to general posing. Bakugo finishes linking the camera to the set up and thumbs through a few more options to change lighting and side decor. He glances up when Hiyori reappears from the screen.] Che, I didn't think you'd be able to rock a suspender look.
[Color him surprised.]
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You know it's unprofessional for a photographer to yell at a model, right? I just thought they might've been sewn on, that's all!
[Then he turns up his nose. ]
And I don't really want to cuff a dummy, so I'll pass on that.
[Yeesh, this is what he gets for calling Bakugo a smart boy. But by the time he emerges from the privacy screen, all is forgiven more or less. Bakugo may be rude and yell-y, but he, Hiyori Tomoe, is looking sexy and cool, and that's what counts! He smiles smugly when even Bakugo can't find fault with his appearance, and cocks a hip to show off what a snug fit the shorts are. (Boy, is he showing off his legs a lot during this shoot.)]
You shouldn't be! I already said I can pull off any look. This right here's your proof~βͺ
[He takes a moment to admire himself in the full-length mirror (yep, still sexy and still cool!) before he bends over and... oh no. Oh no, look what he just picked up.]
This looks fun to wave around.
[He is brandishing the riding crop. Sorry, Bakugo.]
I don't like the thought of really hitting someone, but thankfully it's just pretend! So, should I bring this onto the set? Or leave it now and go back for it later? You're a boy who's into fighting and things like that, so you must want to take some action-y shots.
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When Hiyori returns, he gives the normal once over, but has nothing to say in fault. Makeup checks out, no lingering traces of cheetah spots or savanna eyeliner. Did he even touch up his makeup from before? Sweat and activity can smudge. A fitting police uniform for the resort. Hiyori wears it well. Could they make it more ridiculous? He shoves the question away and turns back to his set piece. Starting at one hour with the intent of progressing through the "day" with each set of images.]
Uh-huh. I know some you wouldn't want to. [But would he be able to? Yes. Even a gory Halloween shoot if the situation called for it. Tempting to suggest a sweat-soaked bedraggled appearance... if he didn't think Hiyori could pull it off regardless. Makeup can do amazing shit even without the real thing.]
Oy! You wanna look like a dominatrix? [Because that's what a damn riding crop is gonna add to his already-skimpy law enforcer uniform! Bakugo glances back at Hiyori before tilting his head towards the set.] It's your call. It won't change what I want. [His expression darkens.] Don't equate me with a damn riding crop...
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[That might just rip it! At that point, it's probably better to just choose different clothes, considering they have a wardrobe full of costumes and only two hours to work with. But the badge did come off, so their silly argument draws to a close. He hops out of the privacy screen all dressed up and ready to go! ... including makeup, which I totally forgot to mention. Oops. Yep, we'll say he touched that up too.
They may be done arguing about police badges, but now comes their next disagreement. Hiyori is excited to brandish a prop, but Bakugo is considerably less impressed. He says it'll make him look like a "dominatrix!" Which is one of those women who wears black boots and hits people with whips, he thinks? He isn't one, but he kind of gets the comparison.]
You haven't actually said what you want. But I guess I haven't said what I want either, beyond a "cool" look.
[He tries thinking about it now. The last shoot was straightforward; a cheetah is a cheetah. He knew what sort of role he ought to play, and he took to it with gusto. But what sort of character is he playing this time? Just who exactly is Officer Shorts? Probably not a serious cop, with an outfit like this and a name like that, but "dominatrix" wasn't quite what he had in mind either.
It might be fun. Taking on a role like that and seeing if he can make Bakugo buy the performance. He ponders for a few more moments, then cheerfully shrugs.]
There are lots of things I could do with it. I could tuck it in my belt, tap the hood of the car, twirl it like a baton, drag it slowly down my chest, or use it to tip someone's chin up.
[Though the last one would be hard to show in a photo without another actor or a dummy. He twirls it idly now and says:]
But I am curious. Is it just that you were aiming for something less crude, or is it that you don't think I can pull off that sort of "dominant" character?
[What was it Bakugo said at the gala? That there was no way he could possibly ever top unless he was riding someone's ****? Yep, guess who remembers that!]
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[Unless the damn thing was sewn into the costume like a patch. They have more than two hours if Bakugo wants to extend the time. He's messing with the camera when Hiyori finally emerges from behind his partition screen. Costumed up and with his face all touched back to an immaculate image. Fitting with this new ensemble's color scheme and everything. Tch, he's an idol through and through. Doesn't miss a damn detail.
What the hell kind of image did Hiyori think he'd present brandishing a riding crop while dressed in hot pants and black suspenders? He glances to the idol's prop of choice, noting how the other man's wheels are turning in agreement. Honestly, has he ever seen a policeman with a riding crop in hand? A baton, yes, but this sort? He's not a flogger. (This isn't helped by Bakugo having Midnight as his teacher, a Pro Hero who dresses like a dominatrix and uses a riding crop and whip as support items.)
Satisfied with the camera setup and scenery, he dips his head in a slight nod towards the car's hood.]
Since when do you want to look like something crude? [A dominatrix, case in point. While most people wouldn't say that profession is "crude", considering Hiyori's usual reactions, Bakugo figured he'd want to go for a sexy cop model routine, rather than someone who'd whip your ass and make you beg for handcuffs while stepping on your crotch with high heeled leather boots. He could be wrong; he doubts he is.] But if you can spin it, get up there and stand next to the car.
[Because his first pose is going to mix the cool and the sensual. With Hiyori posing beside the car, face spread in a cheeky but confident grin, one hand on the brim of his cap as he lifts it to show his eyes, other hand spinning the crop around like a cocky punk getting ready to take someone down or show his boyfriend a good time in that costume.
... It is kind of dominant.]
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[Though if he really wants this dumb argument in the past, he should've just let Bakugo have the last word. Alas, he's too much of a yapper to let anyone have that very often.
If Hiyori was a hero, he wouldn't be a whip-wielding hero like Midnight. He'd be the Sunavenger Aristocrat, like they previously discussed. But he isn't opposed to trying a role outside his wheelhouse. At home, he'd have to worry about a shoot like this ruining his image, but here he can try new things. Wield different personas and experiment with new techniques like the pole-dancing moves he learned at Ugly Duckling. He wouldn't flog anyone's butt with a riding crop in his own time*, but he can play the part of someone who would.
(* = Unless he was experiencing a Spades suit mega-flare. Then all bets are off.)]
Even I have to admit this is already a bit crude. [He's wearing a badge that says "Officer Booty Shorts," for pete's sake.] But if Baku-kun has another vision in mind, I'd be happy to hear it.
[How does the other boy see him? Where does he think his appeal lies? The answer to those questions can probably be found in how Bakugo asks him to pose next. Which it seems they're getting to now: Bakugo starts directing him again, telling him to stand next to the car, to which Hiyori smiles and complies without fuss. He trusts his photographer to help him shine!]
Right, of course they'll want to see those. βͺ
[That's his response when Bakugo tells him to raise the cap and show his eyes. Ah, but what sort of expression should he go for? Playful? Mischievous?
The look he gives the camera is a little of both. But there's an additional gleam there in his eyes, an undercurrent of something dark. He narrows those eyes at the corners as he smiles, showing a flash of teeth, haughty and hard-edged compared to usual. It's more this kind of smile than this kind: less "cute," more "dominant."
He cocks his hip, his cap tipped and his feet planted next to the car, and then he twirls the baton as Bakugo directed. That might come off better on video than it does on camera, with the movement, but the message is the same either way: look at this thing he's got on-hand. He could use it wheneeeever he wants. He doesn't need to say or show what for: the audience can sexily fill the blanks using their imagination.
Once Bakugo's snapped a few photos like that, he chirps:]
Don't forget to get one from below! Some might find it heart-racing to have me looking down on them from above~βͺ
[He doubts that applies to his photographer, but...]
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Hmph, unless your boyfriend only gets off on you wearing a three-piece suit, he'll like it. [Right, because behind this entire effort is Jun's pleasure. Pretty damn sure Hiyori's seen models pose around sports cars, wearing simply clothing and pretending they like others ogling them or the vehicle being shown. He's never bothered with those things. A car should be able to sell itself, not require a pair of tits and ass to carry it along. But the idol's doing something similar now, though Bakugo intends for the car to be a sidepiece to the main attract: Hiyori.]
Uh-huh. People looking at this shot are gonna be attracted and nervous together. [Good nervous, the kind which makes people twist their fingers and glance around with a stupid grin playing on their faces. Wanting the handsome officer's attention, but not sure just how "badly" they're gonna have it once they get it. Hiyori's touch of darkness trickling through his eyes adds to his expression, and Bakugo zooms in to take a few profile shots of his head and shoulders alone. Capturing that rare look on his visage. Yeah, Hiyori could be dominate if he wanted to. Hell if Bakugo's ever gonna admit such to him.
Relax. This camera can take at least 60 fps on its lowest setting; he'll capture the baton twirl easily without a blur effect. Could take a video, but he would've done so with the cheetah pounce if he intended to. More shots snap as he moves from one X to the next, swinging from left to right for various captures. Changing angles from high to low, using step stools if necessary, or dropping to his knees should he want the proverbial "hinting up-skirt" shot you can't get with booty shorts. Yeah, yeah, he got the low-angle shots. Pushing back to his feet, Bakugo flicks through the last couple shots, making sure there's nothing more he wants before giving Hiyori the go ahead to move.]
Next one's gonna be on the hood. You wanna sit, lie, or crouch? [Don't worry, he tested the prop and it won't cave in under Hiyori's weight.]
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[At this point he's just saying more stuff in order to get the last word in. He's a yapper and an egotist himself. But is that really a surprise, considering they're here because he wanted an exclusive photoshoot? Sure, he could say the photoshoot is for Jun, but it's also clearly for himself. He wanted to wear cute outfits, do an idol-like activity, and appreciate himself in the photos after they're done!
And maybe also to spend time with a friend, and see that friend's photography skills. But of course if he said that, Bakugo would probably tell him to stop being mushy. And speaking of mush...]
Right, Jun-kun always loves me lots, no matter what I wear!
[Now he's just bragging. But anyway, on with the shoot.
He lifts his cap, twirls his crop, tries to look "dominant"... and it works! Which he knows because his little pantomime doesn't receive any snide comments from Bakugo. In fact, it receives the opposite response, as Bakugo tells him that anyone seeing the photo will find him attractive. Attractive, and intimidating. His goal isn't normally to make people nervous, but in this case? He'll take it!]
True, when you see someone this good-looking, it's natural to get tongue-tied. Unless you're Baku-kun, that is.
[Though he did get a little tongue-tied for a second there at the gala, when Hiyori turned his teasing back on him and asked him about his sex preferences. Don't worry, though, he's playing nice for now. He poses for the succession of photos, pleased with the low-angle shots Bakugo is taking and seizing the opportunity to look down on him haughtily. When will he get a chance like that again, after all? He doesn't specifically ask for an upskirt (upshorts?) shot, but he does tell him:]
Make sure to capture all my best angles~βͺ
[Not that he needs to say it when that's exactly what Bakugo seems to be doing. He gets plenty of shots of him brandishing the crop, and then informs him the next one should be taken on the car hood. Hiyori looks at the prop for a moment, contemplating poses. Lots of different ones spring to mind, but since they've decided they're going for a "dominant" sort of vibe...]
I have an idea.
[Rather than explain, he decides it'd be easiest to demonstrate. Backing up to the hood of the of the car, he takes a seat normally, facing Bakugo and the camera. Then he lowers his waist and slowly spreads his legs. Wide, until they're making a V-shape. His hands drape over his thighs, one of them still holding the riding crop, the whip end pointed against the roof of the car. Is this the most obscene pose anyone's ever struck at the Golden Peacock? Not by a longshot, and he did much worse on-camera himself during that whole movie-filming (as Bakugo well knows). But for an idol whose image is more elegant than crude, this is still a departure, and that's what makes it fun. The challenge!]
Something like this works, doesn't it?
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[Bakugo made a promise to take a great photoshoot of Hiyori and he's not going to break that promise! While he isn't a professional at taking pictures, he's had practice in the past and considers himself a good enough eye to know what's attractive or interesting and what's not. Knowing a decent chunk of Jun's preferences, along with a lot of Hiyori's, comes together for a shoot designed with both idols in mind.]
Uh-huh. [Jun won't mind what Hiyori's in as long as his boyfriend isn't wearing something deliberately demeaning. Bakugo thumbs across the screen once more, flipping through the previous set's shots. A few of them he makes for deletion, though he'll let Hiyori pass judgement later. Others are tagged as potential scrapbook material. Favored shots. Captured intent: Hiyori's dangerous and dominant side, tinged with his cocky nature and radiant spirit, which will never be tampered down. His smile and his eyes sparkle in sheer contrast with his planted foot and twirling "weapon" of choice.]
I'm getting every damn angle. [Literally. From front to side, sweeping an arc, and around to his back, with shots above and below capturing all potential degrees. An ashen brow arches into his bangs when Hiyori takes the proverbial reins. Seated on the car-- expected. Spreading his legs-- kinky. With the crop end propped to the roof, both hands lazily tossed over his thighs, there's a sultry sort of expectant demand radiating from the idol's pose. Bakugo snorts in response to his question before pointing at the other man's left leg.] Prop your heel on the car bumper.
[It'll give him another element of brash and posing, since a lot of model shots are asymmetrical. Fingers take either side of his camera and lift it to his face once more, a hunter prepared to capture his prey in all elements as the setting sun lighting lazily changes to a moonlit night.]
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[Bakugo's been a good sport so far, to be honest. Hiyori has little to complain about. Jun, on the other hand, would probably have plenty of complaints if he realized Hiyori has blabbed about his preferences so often that even people like Bakugo are aware of them. That's what you get for dating a chatterbox.
What are Bakugo's tastes, though? They've been trapped together at a sex resort for ages, but Hiyori still has no idea. The guy keeps that stuff under wraps. As well he should, if this was back home, but here people are more likely to shout about their turn-ons from the rooftops. Did Bakugo point out the suspenders because that's the sort of look he finds appealing? That sort of leather biker aesthetic? Or might he have a thing for uniforms? It's none of Hiyori's business, but he can't help but feel curious as he watches Bakugo go through the photos in the viewfinder.
Whatever the answer is, he's approaching the shoot like a professional. And he hasn't let Hiyori down yet, which means Hiyori has no problem following his next instruction. He'd thought a head-on shot could be good, one of him staring down the viewer with his thighs spread on either side of himself. But something called the "rule of thirds" applies, right? Most photographers don't want their shots to be perfectly on-center and symmetrical. He does as he's told, hoisting one leg up and planting his boot on the car, shifting a bit to the other side and planting one palm down on the car for balance. He maintains his cocky attitude, grinning devilishly at the camera. If anyone's the "prey" here, it's meant to be the viewer!
Ah, but what should he do with the riding crop in this new pose? He could wave it, hold it over his shoulder, or let it keep resting against the car. ... Orrr he could hold it against his own thigh so it's pointing right at his crotch. Subtle!]
Too much?
[Bakugo can be counted on to be honest. If it looks too trashy, he'll tell him.]
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Hiyori could very well guess what some of Bakugo's tastes were. He makes what he doesn't like painfully clear. Applying those to his sexual partners might be tricky, but it's a good start. Weakness, indecision, pandering, sappy crap, emotions, blabbermouths. People who don't fit his ideal version of strength and attraction. Perhaps Hiyori could see into some of it here, where those "tough guy" shots are more interesting and focused than going for a frilly outfit among clouds and bubbles. Dressed as a police officer, even a sultry one, basking in the glow of street lamps on a rain-slick road atop a car. How much of that masculine impression does Hiyori need to figure out Bakugo's interested in such things. Then again, he has an idea of what Jun likes too, so caters to his lean as well. But isn't leaving out Hiyori's preferences too. Hell if he wants to treat the idol as a dress-up doll to command.
Symmetry and asymmetry in a shot have their places. Bakugo got a few of those equal parts when Hiyori was perched on the branch and jumping into the screen. Similar with those two suspenders in perfect place without leaving one dangling (he'll do that later), and having Hiyori centered on the car hood despite one leg propped up. Mix and match. Both arms on the metal behind him, lent back with his chest forward to expose more of his skin. Just enough the suspenders slide beside his nipples. Predator and prey together. Yeah, Hiyori's decision with the riding crop earns a brief snort behind the camera, but in agreement instead of protest.] Just right.
[And snap. From all angles like normal, before he calls for variations in the same position. Change legs, switch arms, hold the crop between his teeth, both feet on the ground, now on the bumper, arms between his legs with his palms' heels perched behind the car's emblem statue (this one Hiyori can switch to a more cute eagerness, as if he's ready to leap off or simply excited to be photographed), before having him splay out on the car hood in a leisurely lounge for another set of pictures.]
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[He meets that piercing stare with a defiant look of his own. Alright, fine, no more arguing. ... but he does stick his tongue out briefly. (It'd probably make for a good photo.)
Hiyori's preference for "cute" and "pretty" clothes is probably obvious; he would've been fine wearing the cutesy outfits from the wardrobe, including the ones with frilly skirts. Jun likes him in those outfits too, he knows, and at one point they had a date where Hiyori dragged him to Alice & Parrots and they both picked out cute costumes for the other person to wear. But he's open to more than just "cute" looks. His appeal is multifaceted, something he already knew at home but has deepened his understanding of here. He can appeal to men and women, to gods like Loki and lions like Leona, to fans at home who want a fantasy boyfriend or fans who'd rather see him make out with Jun. He can be cute and sweet, elegant and refined, or even dark and dangerous. That's the whole point of this photoshoot, if indeed there is a point: to show that Hiyori Tomoe can pull off any look and still look good! He can appeal to different audiences, and he can make anyone's heart throb.
But does that include Bakugo, whose demeanor of staunch professionalism hardly reveals any of his own tastes or preferences? That remains to be seen. But as Bakugo tells him to put one leg up on the hood of the car, and then okays the crotch-pointing, Hiyori thinks he might be getting closer to figuring out the other boy's tastes. Less "cute" and more "cool"; less soft and delicate, more strong and tough. And with the crop brandished in one hand and a haughty smirk twisting up his lips, Hiyori does his best to fit that image. To appeal to Jun, who finds his dominant side attractive (and has quite the submissive streak himself), but also to show Bakugo that he can pull off this kind of role. That's what he's thinking as he holds the crop between his teeth, a ferocity in his gaze as he stares down the camera. He'll make Bakugo admit the truth! That he can also pull off a "dominant" look!
Though he starts looking a bit less dominant once he's in that cute about-to-leap-off-the-car pose. And again when he's splayed across the hood afterwards, the first few buttons of his shirt taken down to show more skin, hip jutting out to create an appealing curve. The vibe has shifted from "dominatrix who will whip your ass" to "cute male stripper goofing around." Was this part of Bakugo's plot?!
No. He's clearly just exercising his creativity as the photographer. And his suggestions for poses are truthfully more inventive than Hiyori would have guessed. It's fun taking direction from him. And it's fun to show off, too. He's been more exposed than this, and in front of larger numbers of people, like at House Finch, the Stripped Scale, and (ugh) the Lord of the Wings set. But taking sexier and sexier photos while the camera goes off might be doing a little something for him, if the flush in his cheeks is any indication.
Orrrr maybe that's just there because he's doing an extended modeling session in heavy make-up under studio lighting. He's certainly not copping to anything!
Once the set of photos with him splayed out on the hood of the car is done, he sits up, his eyes swimming a bit from the light, and adjusts his rumpled shirt and tie. They should probably take another water break soon, but first...]
I guess it's about time for "that" pose.
[He hops off the car and turns around, putting his back (and butt) to the camera. Looking back over his shoulder, he looks a bit... well, not shy, but a tad awkward. Bakugo's been nothing but professional this whole time, and he's already done loads of sexy poses, but...]
Try not to make fun of me, alright? I know you haven't so far, but this next pose is a lot! It's too obvious not to do though, so...
[With that cryptic statement, he leans down and places both palms flat on the hood of the car. And then, he bends over.
In his short shorts and suspenders. The ones that earned his cop the nickname of "Officer Booty Shorts"!
He sticks out his butt juuust a bit more, and then he looks back at the camera (and at Bakugo), his eyes expectant. Good luck!]
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And throwing each pose over his shoulder akin to unwanted trash, Bakugo moves from one to the next. He crouches in front of the car and swings the lens up to get a shot of Hiyori perched atop the hood like some cheeky gargoyle. Standing to the side gives a perfect light splayed across the idol's body as he bends over to "check" the workings under his car hood. A saucy hip sway and twirl of his crop herald the officer's trip to a ticket write up and potential date. Each pose and scene captured in another click and locked away within digital frame. Sometimes Bakugo takes a very detailed approach, directing Hiyori's arms or legs to the joint and inch of position, other times allowing the idol to do whatever he wanted within the proverbial lines of his shoot.
Bakugo clicks his tongue as Hiyori sits up. Looks like he's already getting a heatstroke from the studio lights. Glass glimmers as he lowers his camera, ready to call a break when the idol suddenly perks up for a "final" shot. With a vague pose. His expression flattens, debating inside whether he should call Hiyori off his intent or let him pass out under the blazing inverted umbrellas. Hmph, whatever. Let him have his fun. He's got another set already geared up in mind once this is done.] Knock yourself out.
[And readjusts his camera. Taking his place over the central X, he cocks his equipment over one shoulder, eyebrow quirked up into his bangs as Hiyori begins positioning himself. Yeah, "that" pose had to happen at some point. Checking under the hood, leaning in through the window, washing the car off. Bakugo scoffs once the idol's got himself propped up in pose.] You've been waiting to do that one since you saw the car, huh.
[But duty calls, and he takes to the new pose with his same level of efficiency and effort. Side to side, from behind, a shot below, even jumping atop the car itself, back plastered to the screen backdrop, so he can take an overhead snap of Hiyori looking up at him. Not gonna let a single angle go to waste.] After this, you need a drink and a rinse.
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Look, it had to be done. And to his relief, Bakugo understands. He doesn't veto the pose or insult it. He understands fanservice, and he understands the appeal!
Though Hiyori does pout a little when he suggests he's been waiting to do this pose specifically. As though sticking his butt out is something he loves doing in particular. It's not!]
Not true! But I figure my character must have picked up that nickname for a reason, so...
[Officer Booty Shorts. With a name like that, he can't not show off the booty. That's his reasoning, and he's sticking to it! Plus every part of him is cute (according to himself), which means his booty is also worth showing off! The only question is why his officer would be bent over the police car in the first place. He's the cop here, not an arrestee being forced down on one. He isn't checking under the hood (does the hood even open?), nor is he cleaning the car (he doesn't have cleaning supplies), so it looks like he's just bending over for the express purpose of showing off his ass.
But does that matter, when the viewer's going to be too busy appreciating the fanservice to question what he's doing? Nope! Not one bit! And anyway, maybe this sort of tomfoolery is exactly where Officer Booty Shorts got his nickname. Instead of doing policework, he's always busy modeling!
In any case, Bakugo is as thorough as ever. He photographs him and his booty shorts from every angle, and Hiyori manages to wipe the embarrassment (and the poutiness) off his face so he can pose with confidence. Bakugo even gets on the car alongside him so he can shoot from above, and at that point, things crystallize. Realizing the shot he wants to go for, Hiyori sits one elbow on the car, smiles up at the camera... and then extends his other arm, reaching towards Bakugo and for the viewer. Like he's dragging them towards him, about to pull them in for a kiss or something else. Turns out his character isn't just posing to show off; he's showing off for someone he likes. Cute, right? His hand settles out of frame on Bakugo's forearm, and he smiles, the "dom" vibe dropped in favor of a more playful one.
And then they're finished, at least for now, Hiyori frowning at the remark about rinsing him.]
Do you have to say it like that? That just makes me sound like a dog that needs hosing off, when I'm actually the "owner" type.
[He does need the drink, though. But for now he's back to sitting with his legs dangling off the car, making himself comfortable there during the break in shooting.]
That was fun, so good work! Pity we haven't found a use for these, though. I almost want to wear them myself just so someone will. But that wouldn't be fitting at all, so...
[He toys with the handcuffs hooked into his shorts, and then he shrugs.]
Guess that's a wrap!
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Yeah, yeah. Whatever you have to tell yourself. [Hiyori wanted to do an ass focus pose. There's no convincing Bakugo otherwise. Why shouldn't he? The idol's got a body for modeling from head to toe. Ass included. Good thing he can't read all the churning gray matter under a pristine mop of green. It's obvious he's bent over for complete ass offering! Sexy photoshoots are gonna have sexy shots! Bakugo doubts Hiyori would want his head under the hood with oil smudges on his face and "grimy" being the theme. Might be better off with a shower theme, but nah. Too close to erotic sexual, which is Jun's privilege with Hiyori.
Parrot's lucky he didn't go along with an offered kiss and "accidentally" ram his camera lens right into Hiyori's pucker up. Would've been funny... but like hell does he wanna deal with redone makeup. Each of these photographs he takes with Jun in mind. Not for him, but for the man Hiyori loves, to enjoy on his own or with his boyfriend. Easy enough to do when he and Hiyori aren't salivating over each other like so many horndogs in this shitty place.]
Haa?! If I said "wash" or "shower", you'd be in there for 30 minutes! [Rinse means get in, get out! Sheesh. Humans can get rinsed off as well as dogs. Bakugo heads for the room's side and sets his camera by the computer for an upload. Hiyori's getting a drink, so he can categorize the photographs for future work.]
Slap 'em on your wrists and head to the shower like a jail prisoner. [Heh heh heh. He's all grouchy grins when he suggests it, even lifts the camera over his shoulder with a taunting waggle like he's ready to shoot if Hiyori agrees.]
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Not on his kinklist: making out with cameras. He's not remotely interested in that, so it's fortunate Bakugo refrains from mashing the lens against his lips. But the romantic side of him likes the message sent by that final shot: that his character was acting like such a showoff in order to attract one person's attention. The viewer's! This was all for them, and his efforts are rewarded when he gets a kiss from his subject. ~Happy ending.~
In any case, the shoot is now on pause, leaving him and Bakugo free to squabble about more silly stuff.]
Not true, since our time here is valuable! And I already plan to take a relaxing bath later, once I'm back in my suite where all my bath salts are. ... or maybe I'll use a bath bomb today? Yep, I might just do that!
[Of course he's the type to use bath bombs.
Bakugo returns his comments about the handcuffs with another joke, intended to be insulting, no doubt. Hiyori's eyebrow twitches, and it looks like he's about to retort, to turn his chin up and huff, perhaps. But instead of doing that...]
... well... if it's just for the photoshoot...
[He seems to be considering it???]
I guess I could try wearing them. [Pause.] But if I was going to do it, the photos would need to have a specific vibe! Something like, "A cute newbie police officer who got tangled up in his own handcuffs." Or, "'I've tied up myself, now here's your present!'" Sort of like putting a bow on yourself for Christmas.
[Another pause, and then he adds:]
Or I could take them off my belt, hold them up to the camera and smile suggestively. It depends on whether you'd rather see my "dominant" streak continue or not, I suppose. I know Jun-kun will like me either way, so as the shoot director, I might just let you choose.
[It's easier to say he wants to look dominant than to say he wants to look submissive. But he does like showing off multiple sides of himself, and in any case, he might not have looked too "dominant" when he was bent over the hood of the car a minute ago. He'll busy himself with taking a drink while he waits for Bakugo's answer.]
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Once Hiyori slides off the car, Bakugo keys in a few commands and the rainy background begins to fade away. Street lamps shrink into the ground like plants growing in reverse, the back half of the car folds inward until nothing's left, sky and buildings become ghostly see-through and silently cease. Leaving naught but a white canvas for their next shoot requirements.]
I don't need to hear a bath report! [Hiyori's also the type to piss off a person bomb if he keeps standing here chattering away while he could be getting into the shower and talking over the water. Didn't he admit just now their time here was valuable?! Bakugo clicks his tongue as he checks the camera download. He can extend their time easily if they need to. The photography administrator isn't going to turn down an Ace's request. Not this one...
Ugh. He talks WAY too much.] I'm already downloading the photos! Police shoot's over.
[Less Hiyori forgot, Bakugo already too a lot of pictures earlier with the model posing in different manners. Dominance played a theme in those shots. Maybe they didn't get the handcuffs, but he made sure the idol wasn't in a "submissive" state during most of this particular shoot.]
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Anyway, here he was tossing out some ideas while still giving Bakugo the final say, only to be told he's "already downloading the photos" and "the police shoot's over." He stares for a moment, looking a bit surprised to have his idea shut down so definitively, before he hops off the car again and turns his nose up in the air.]
Fine! Since Baku-kun's eager to move on and see me in a new cute outfit, so be it!
[That is not what Bakugo said... but either way, he's taking another swig of water and then he's disappearing behind the privacy screen. He sheds his clothes, and with them, his identity as Officer Booty Shorts, before skipping into the bath and rinsing himself off. He emerges wearing the skimpy resort-issued robe, one elbow propped on the edge of the privacy screen as he peers around the corner.]
I have returned! βͺ And since there's no time to waste, I'm keen to hear your next idea! You didn't say you had one, but I got the vibe like you had something in mind.
[His eyes wander from Bakugo, wherever he is (still hunched over the computer?) to the background, checking to see if he's done anything new with it.]
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Stop putting words in my mouth! [Ugh, Hiyori and his personal-themed worldview lens. Finally gets behind the screen and Bakugo's free to work on his next idea. He had been saving this for later, but considering what just happened, he changes the rotation.
A large semicircular rim carves a black half-moon from the floor as it raises, an outlining row of stage lights flare up and shin multi-colored streams of illumination into the air, city lights blink on in a sprawling skyline, dark buildings wink their windows in a twinkling backdrop amid a flow of mist carrying cross the stage. Above, a grand moon casts silver rays over what's apparently a rooftop model shoot with idol-themed accents surrounding the circular runway. Flanked on one side by a fan capable of casting "breeze" to "full-borne gusts" as desired.]
This is your stage; you pick the outfit that matches it.
[Giving full rein to Hiyori for his clothes on this one.]
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His eyes widen, face showing faint surprise. Given the previous theme was jungle animals and cheesy cops, he perhaps expected something more outlandish. Something less connected to him. If this is the backdrop, though, he hardly needs to invent a new character or role. This sort of environment, after all, suits "the idol called Hiyori Tomoe" perfectly well.
His expression changes to a thoughtful one, his eyes sparking as he starts to visualize ideas. Of course he's limited to whatever outfits are inside the wardrobe, but he's up to the task of picking one. When Bakugo tells him to, he nods.]
Will do!
[And then he disappears without any further commentary.
Some rustling sounds as he goes through the wardrobe, followed by him changing behind the screen. Getting ready takes a bit longer this time around, but he isn't dilly dallying. When he does emerge, he's all dressed up. On top, he's wearing a uniform-like shirt, cropped with fancy embroidery and gold epauletsβa common fixture of idol costumes. His pants are the same royal blue color, hugging his hips and then flaring out below the knee. He's got on a black belt and platform shoes, and he accessorizes with gold earrings. It looks a little like his Conquest get-up.
And then there's his face: while he was behind the screen he touched up his make-up, going for a more dramatic look. Dark eyeliner, some lip color, his eyebrows sharply defined.
When he catches Bakugo's eyes, he smiles cooly and walks up to the stage.]
Well? [He plants one foot on top of it.] What do you think of this "match"?
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Let the guy fish around in his closet; he props his back on the wall nearby and begins checking his camera. A finger swipes across its screen in regular intervals, passing through pictures he's no longer keeping after dumping them safely onto the computer. Space frees up, he checks his lens and camera strap, making sure everything is in order for his next shot. Instead of staring at the screen Hiyori's changing behind. Pretty damn sure the hotel's waiting for one exact moment to flash a light behind it and throw Hiyori's half-naked weird-posed silhouette all over. Red eyes flick towards his model when footsteps alert his presence.
Not surprised at the epaulets or embroidery. Looks like some kind of stage production for the theater. Do people actually wear that kind of crap out in the real world? Hopes not. But the ensemble works for Hiyori. Dramatic and alluring with sparkling standout for emphatic effect. Lights flood the stage as the man steps onto it, catching elements of his costume in multiple colors.]
You're gonna fight the moon for people's attention.
[That's a compliment.]
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He had a feeling Bakugo would approve his choice. They don't have the same taste in clothes, but the other boy clearly prefers "cool" looks over "cute" ones, and this outfit is plenty cool. He chose it specifically to match the background Bakugo chose, the vibe he clearly wants to give off. Given Bakugo's usual attitude, he half-expects some light ribbing. Maybe a jab about the epaulets or his exposed midriff. Instead, he receives a lovely, sincere compliment. Or what sounds unmistakably like one. It actually catches him by surprise, widening his eyes just a fraction, before those same eyes light right up, his grin spreading wider.]
Perfect! An all-out clash between the sun and the moon! I like it! βͺ
[The "sun" being himself, of course.
He hops fully onstage, standing tall in his platforms. He watches the way the light catches on his outfit, considering the different angles. When his eyes meet Bakugo's again, they're positively sparkling.]
I know just where to start. With my grand entrance! Everyone braved the evening chill to come out here, and they've been waiting for so long. But then, who should emerge from midst but me? The one, the only Tomoe Hiyori! βͺ That's the kind of story you're aiming for, right?
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Picking the outfit he did matches well with the stage Bakugo set up. Figures he'd be able to keep his own preferences in line with something suitable for the blonde's likes and his moonlit background. Hmph, did Hiyori think that was a sincere compliment? Che, he compared him to a pale chunk of rock in the sky. Hardly a compliment at all. Maybe he'll turn the moon's light up brighter and drown the parrot out in its glow! Instead, he brings his camera up to bear and peers through the lens. Beams of illumination spire up from the stage lights, lunar rays bloom behind Hiyori, the idol's own shine adds in a mixture he has to capture without letting any overpower the other. Not the easiest shoot. Most other photographers would die trying.]
Yeah, yeah. Get on with it. [Once Hiyori's positioned within the setup, Bakugo moves to his initial X-marked spot, where he's started each of his shoots. Taking in light glimmering off the idol's costume and the moon's shine behind him, he can't fire off pictures so easily. Too much glare or brilliance. An ashen brow quirks up towards his choppy bangs, eyelids drooping slightly and lips setting in a wry line. That's the kind of story you're aiming for, right? Fuck, hardly. He was going for a rooftop modeling shoot. But if the guy wants to spin his own glamor...]
You gonna give me that story? Get to telling it then, Parrot! [And lifts the camera to his face.] We'll kill them with your shoot!
[Knock them dead, Hiyori!]
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But right now Bakugo's job is to be a photographer, not a hero. And it's Hiyori's job to strut his stuff, not yap, so he prepares to do just that! Though not before saying some more totally necessary stuff.]
Yep, that's what I'll do! [Vigorous nodding.] Except that sounds a bit violent! So instead we'll say, "let's dazzle them!" Also, we've been showing off my legs a lot, so this time we'll try emphasizing some other parts. The rest of me is cute too, so let's capture a~ll my angles. βͺ
[And then he turns on the runway, strutting off towards the city backdrop. (The pants have glittery embellishments on the back and also hug his ass suspiciously tight, but it's the Golden Peacock, so that can't be helped.) He calls over his shoulder:]
Let's get some more mist, please!
[Bossy as ever.
Whatever the mist situation ends up being, Hiyori knows how he wants to proceed. He taps his foot a few times, and then turns on his heel dramatically, one dangly gold earring swinging behind his shoulder while he does so. He cuts a dark figure for just a second, but then he steps into the light, purposefully stopping where he knows one of them will hit his face. His eyes flash, focusing on Bakugo, on his camera. He can pay attention to the position of both things, the lights and the camera; that's what years of professionalism have taught him. And as he faces the camera and the audience...
He smiles. Cool and lofty, like the persona he takes in most Eden songs. When performing as half of Eve, he's a little more sweet, more feminine and "cute" seeming. But Eden was conceptualized as a dark and noble sort of unit, and that's more in line with the impression he's trying to give off here. He strikes "cool" pose after pose, holding his head up high, letting the lights play off his body.
And also posing to accentuate his bared midriff, since he wasn't kidding about trying to show off different parts of himself. If you've got it, flaunt it, and he figures that when the light hits his abdomen just right, it'll give his skin an enticing glow.]
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[If legs get more screentime, it's because the idol put them there! Taking his place on his X position, Bakugo lifts the machine to his face and snaps a few shots of Hiyori's back, kicking off the photoshoot even if the idol wasn't deliberately posing. What? It's a paparazzi shot! Jun's getting a few sparkly ass shots whether he wants them or not.]
Don't order me around! I'm the photographer! [Bossy right back! He'll add more mist if it helps the shot; right now, he wants to capture more of Hiyori's body and clothing without getting mist wisps crossing his figure too heavily. Two foot taps, muscles tense, and he instantly sends the shutter fluttering in rapid captures of the idol's pirouette. From his shirt hem flaring around his stomach to the outward swing of a gilded streaming earring, a perfect scene of motion study and fluidity. Before the backlights flare up and he snaps off a few silhouettes. Lights down, a walk starts, he moves from one side to the next in quick succession, taking an arching series of photographs as illumination captures Hiyori in one place after another. Sometimes letting him look directly at his viewer, other times lifting a hand and indicating with a few points or the idol to avert his head and gaze elsewhere for profile shots and back captures.
"Cool" poses are always going to be his preference rather than cutesy crap. Yet his professionalism never fails with each change. The next time Hiyori retreats and comes forward, mist floods in from the side, trailing the motion of his feet and the swing of his hands as his body passes through its wake. Bakugo makes a point of keeping the idol's legs out of main focus, save for low angle shots which capture his thighs or lower on purpose to make foreshortening impacts of his upper body beyond his legs' length. Including those stomach shots.]
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