[The fact he isn't dismissing idols in Hiyori's world should lean towards his acknowledgement. They aren't as important in Bakugo's own world, though they exist. Giving the masses entertainment, popularizing themselves and heroes with the public, and providing an entertainment link so many people need to escape from stress and struggles. He's not so rude as to think idols, movies, and the like should eradicate themselves from the world. Hell, he's spent time kicked back in his bed crawling through youtube for mundane crap to detox... Maybe some of the training Bakugo's beaten into Hiyori's body will find a way to linger with him. Deep in his heart and muscles, a memory he won't know or recognize, but remains in him either way. A compliment to how real his kicks and punches look triggers the faintest sound of an explosion in his mind, unknown why, but somehow comforting...
While this scrapbook is for Hiyori and Jun, Bakugo's going to keep a few shots for himself. If not a copy of the photos with the idol's permission just in case. And in the future... he'll be adding the scrapbook to his library, lingering a hand on the spine for longer than necessary. Memories within of a happy voice amid moonlight and photo flashes.]
Don't break your ankle. [Gruffly tossed his way as Bakugo begins swiping through the pictures. Save save, dismiss dismiss, save, dismiss, splitting them up with a scrutinizing eye. Of course Hiyori will get to go through them all once the hero's sorted them into his initial opinion. No need to grouch at the green-haired guy to get some water and wipe off. He pads cross the room and stations himself in front of the computer, a quick shove plugging the camera into the machine. Download commence.]
You've never watched your own performances before? [Bakugo glances at Hiyori over his shoulder, lips slightly warped in a confused sneer. He's done that plenty in his hero training. Sometimes it pisses him off, chuffing or snarling at a mistake. Sometimes it makes him laugh, crowing over a victorious shot or awesome move.]
Aa. Next one's downtime. [And hits the pre-recorded setup he had ready since the start. Always knew he wanted to wrap with this one. The stage quickly replaces itself with a sunlit living room, lights and ribbons decorating the ceiling, curtains brushing gentle in open window breezes, a large pillow-laden couch sprawling in the center for comfort and lounge. Cozy set up, bringing the idea of a relaxing retreat from work, with a hint of intimacy at seeing an idol in such a reclined and off-stage setting. Whether Hiyori wants to make this racy or casual is up to him; it can go either way. He wouldn't even look out of place going makeup-less in the building set scene.]
[Hiyori would be happy to let him hang onto dupes of the photos (or the book itself, once he and Jun are gone); Bakugo took them, after all. And he likes showing himself off like an exhibitionist, so what better legacy to leave behind than a bunch of slutty photos?
He stops drinking long enough to answer the question.]
Of course we both have before. It's just that we're usually paying attention to the group formation or our own performance, so he isn't focusing 100% of his attention on me. But now he can do that, which I'm sure is what he wants to do! ♪
[Moving on, though... A few possible ideas had occurred to him based on what he saw in the wardrobe. There's no shortage of cute outfits he'd like to try wearing next, and he could take on any number of other roles. Jun isn't exactly picky when it comes to him; just about anything would probably be fine. But if he thinks about how he wants to follow up that last shoot, which showcased his cool, glamorous, professional idol self, one thing that comes to mind is...
His own thoughts trail off into ellipses. Bakugo gives an immediate response, transforming the stage with the press of a button. Goodbye moonlight and skyscrapers; hello cozy interior, all blankets and soft lighting. He blinks, spending a moment taking that in, and then he breaks into a warm, beaming, wholly sincere smile.]
Good instinct! ♪
[He's impressed, actually. It's just what he'd been thinking. After playing out silly scenarios and showcasing his idol persona, the right way to end things was with something stripped-down and intimate. No more persona, just himself, Hiyori Tomoe the human being, captured in a relaxing scene at home. Of course these aren't going to be candid shots at his real home, but that's not to say he won't put any of himself into them. Fans love catching glimpses of their life off the stage. And as for Jun, well—Hiyori knows his partner loves him even when he's not caked in a dramatic make-up or wearing cool costumes.]
I'll just change into some around-the-house clothes~♪
[He disappears behind the privacy screen.
First, he washes up and takes care of his make-up. He does still reapply some, but it's light and subtle; lighter even than what he wears on a daily basis. There was a time when Loki said he wanted to see him "au naturale," so he left off the fragrance, the hair product, and most of the make-up before visiting him, and that's exactly what he does now. Even his just-got-out-of-the-shower hair will be fitting for this shoot. Then it's just a question of what to wear.
He could go for a sexy look. The wardrobe has some cute lace-trimmed negligees. He could go a more masculine-but-still sexy route: shirtless with comfortable pants hanging from his hips and a towel draped around his neck. He could wear ultra-cute pajamas, complete with fuzzy pastel-colored knee-high socks; those are an option, too. He could even opt to wear nothing but the Mating Season robe, since people relax around the house in their bathrobes all the time.
A few moments' consideration, and then he gets changed, re-emerging from behind the screen.
He's wearing a simple silk pajama set. Its pastel color compliments the pillows and couch, a lavender purple some shades lighter than his eyes. The only skin showing is some chest and collarbone; he's left the first few buttons of the top undone, but the overall effect is still more cozy than sexy, especially since he's wearing a knitted cardigan over it. The cardigan sits low on his shoulders, making the sleeves look oversized, which everyone knows is an easy shortcut to make yourself look cuter. But the cardigan didn't come from the wardrobe—Bakugo will recognize it as part of the outfit Hiyori wore into Mating Season.
He smiles sweetly, seeming pleased with his selection.]
Well? What do you think? [He gestures with one long sleeve.] Nothing says "around the house" like wearing a piece of my own clothes.
You can watch the performance repeatedly, idiot. [First time, pay attention to the group formation, next time their own performance, and the third one would be 100% on Hiyori. Shouldn't be hard to alternate focus with each repetition. Should be even easier, knowing which parts not to pay attention to.... Whatever.
Hiyori doesn't get to call the shots on the next setting. He had this one planned out since the start. Comfortable and cozy, probably something you'd find in a magazine shilling perfume or lingerie. Bakugo flicks his eyes sideways, peering through his peripheral to capture Hiyori's reaction. One or two blinks. Surprised? Then melting into a sunset smile. Heh, thought so.
There was a large market for "downtime" heroes in his own world. Shitty idiots running around with hidden cameras or ladders trying to sneak in shots of favorite heroes when they're out of costume, off the clock, trying to live some fucking personal time without having a damn photographer shoving their camera into their faces for some snapshots. He's had people crowd him on the subway until his nose clenched from cologne. A lunch interrupted by some idiot jumping out of the bushes yelling for autographs. A fucking kid latched onto his shin refusing to let go because he had a brain problem! ("Brain problem" here meaning admiration of Dynamight.) So far no one's tried anything personally invasive, like bugging his home, but... Having this relaxing ending to a model shoot touches a little on such ideas. A model in his own relaxing home.]
Scram. [Dismissing Hiyori to go change. Bakugo tunes the camera while his model washes off behind the screen. They tried to put a sheer screen up around the shower when he rented the room; he raged at them immediately and they got an opaque screen. Bastards. Camera good to go, he begins arranging pillows and cushions around the couch, spreads a rug on the floor for lounging photos, tugs curtains into a free-flow breeze, and adjusts the lighting until perfect daylight streams through each charming window on either side... No, he tones the light down. The way it was, the thing looked like a fucking cathedral rather than a common living room. Maybe he should mess up the pillows? ... Nah, Hiyori will muss them as he wants.
Bakugo turns his head when his object of attention emerges to light once more. Silk pajamas and natural look with only scant makeup accents. Lavender and mint green matching with the sky blue and whites of the pillow and couch. Gonna look like a "sky-born" theme with those colors. He can easily see Hiyori climbing into bed with such an ensemble. Maybe with his bangs pinned up or his hair wrapped in a cap of sorts. Cozy. Perfect for a lounge shot. Minus the cardigan... Yeah, he recognizes it. Who wears a sweater over their pajamas? "Some" people might think it makes Hiyori look cuter. Bakugo think it makes him look cold and grabbed the first thing he could to make the trip to his bed. Where blankets are. Rendering sweater moot point. But it's Hiyori's, so it gets a pass.]
You look like you're getting ready for bed. [Which is completely on point.]
[He replies, nose in the air. Goodness, all he did was point out Jun would appreciate the opportunity. This is what happens when two stubborn people are friends. But he's already made his point, so it's time to move on!
He steps out from behind the privacy screen and awaits Bakugo's reaction. It turns out to be neither complimentary not disapproving; the boy merely states facts, saying he looks ready for bed. But by this point, Hiyori's gotten good at reading between the lines where Bakugo is concerned, and he knows the lack of snide comments or criticism means approval.]
That's the idea! ♪ That or someone who's sleeping in late, since the set is still daytime. I thought about stepping out in one of those sheer nightgowns, but I figured I'm better off taking those photos in front of the bedroom mirror. And anything too fancy wouldn't have the right "downtime" vibe, so casual it was.
[It might have been funny to walk out in lingerie just for the reaction he would've gotten, but he thinks he prefers this. As for the sweater, that's there to add a personal touch and sell the idea of someone who wants to be comfortable in their pajamas without being too cold.
With his last words, Hiyori's eyes fall on the set. He immediately notices the changes Bakugo has made to the scene: pillows and cushions added to the couch, softer lighting. It looks less sterile and more homey now, as though Bakugo could predict he'd take with his outfit, and his smile is an approving one.
To kick things off, he pads over in slippers and sits on the couch. He muses out loud:]
It'd be nice if I had a mug of hot tea to pose with. [Then, his eyes lighting up:] So let's order one! You're an Ace, so I'm they'll obey your room service requests. Then while we're waiting for that to be delivered, we can take photos where I'm hugging the pillows all cutely. Sound good?
[They're not friends, dammit! Yes they are and he'll admit it in private but not to Hiyori's face. Bakugo switches to a different camera this time. A smaller one without as large a lens or as many options. In exchange, he retrieves multiples of them. As well as a few curious items. Tripods with extendable necks and T-shaped tops which look like they're fitted with small rails. To each one, he affixes a small square camera on the rail, before hauling the tripod power cord to the wall and shaving the dick-shaped prongs into the equally-lewd-shaped sockets. Disgusting. A white light blinks on instantly at the main joint, indicating power's active.
Those charging, Bakugo returns to the computer and opens another program. One by one, he finds and syncs the tripod's wireless connection to the computer's. Didn't put in as much time as he could have to be a complete master of operating these things, but he learned enough to set their basic programs from the options available. He knocks a knuckle on the "Enter" key and sends the command. Each tripod begins raising and lowering their necks, shrinking almost to their three-legged base and extending to max height (about four feet), while the cameras on their T-shaped head rails slide back and forth from one side to the other. They can't capture as intricate an angle as Bakugo can while moving in and around the set, but they can snap plenty of variable shots in the meantime.]
Che, I would've chucked you back in the damn closet if you wore that crap. [So he says. It wasn't the ideal companion for the setup he had, save for agreeing with the sheer curtains. This one is better. It keeps a level of intimacy alongside a casual cozy without veering into sensual erotic like some crass horny greeting card. Bakugo never intended to shoot Hiyori in a perverse light since he came up with the idea. That sort of business is left between the idol and his boyfriend. Hence the comfortable pillows and throws tossed onto the couch, a change to natural atmospheric lighting, and eradication of anything too professional or clinical. Hiyori's even got slippers on.]
HAA?! YOU COULD'VE SAID THAT EARLIER, DAMMIT! [BOOM! Rage face and loud mouth roar. He just spent all this time waiting for Hiyori to clean up and get his ass changed! NOW he comes up with the idea of a damn hot tea mug?! Idols are so goddamn finicky!] You spill this shit and I'll drown you in your own stupid mug!
[Because he's grumblingly putting in the kneejerk order regardless.]
[When Hiyori buys Bakugo an expensive camera as a parting gift later, he'll be sure not to include any dick-shaped prongs.
Three different cameras, all mounted on top of tripods that move at the press of a button. When he sees them move, his eyes widen slightly. Not that there aren't bigger technological marvels at the resort, but it's still pretty impressive. And Bakugo knows how to operate all this? If he wasn't set on being a hero, he'd make a good photographer, film director, or behind-the-scenes technician.
Though his on-set behavior could definitely use some work, as usual.]
Volume control, please! [He singsongs.] I just came up with that, or I would've asked earlier! I'm almost tempted to ask for a book too, so we could take some "light reading at home" shots, but I think we both know what kind of cover the books here would have.
[Anyway, he'll get ready now. He plants both slippered feet on the rug, then picks up one of the pillows as promised. He hugs it loosely to his chest, sitting against one arm of the couch and smiling sweetly. By the time Bakugo finishes grumpily placing the order for tea, he looks picture perfect.]
All ready for my close-up~♪
[After "hugging the pillow," he'll cycle through other poses. Relaxing without the pillow, gazing out the window, yawning. The last one differs from the yawn he did during the cheetah photoshoot; an "I'm ready for a nap" yawn rather than a waking-up-from-one yawn. They're similar but distinct! This should take them until the steaming hot beverage arrives, delivered to the door by staff.
... guess who's not moving from the couch to get it.]
[He'll be impressed later at his new camera's lack of perverted buttons or prongs. How Hiyori manages it will be a miracle, and Bakugo will guard his camera ferociously. Yeah, camera tripods were available from the start, but he wanted a personal touch for most of his shots. Getting to know how Hiyori moved and photographed, interjecting himself in each shoot for different angles without worrying about stepping in front of another camera, having more freedom in his selections. But hey, giving the idol a full experience of a photoshoot includes tripods... so here they are. Of course he studied how to use them! He wasn't turning up a shit novice!]
Here! [Whoosh! Totally throwing a book prop towards Hiyori! If the idol's got his reflexes and wits about him, he'll be able to dodge or catch it. If not, it's gonna barely miss him and *whump!* into the couch cushions. Hiyori's not wrong about the cover being a lewd golden silhouette. But he can use the blankets to cover it up while holding it page splayed in hand? Or they can chop up some paper and make an old-fashioned bookcover with tape and shit.
Bakugo takes his place on the X like normal. Hiyori's tea will be here in five minutes. Enough time for a warmup shoot. Each tripod begins moving, alternating side to side and up and down in their motions. Even if he was placing the order earlier, he managed to snap a few stealth shots from the side as Hiyori hugs the pillow to his chest. Sneak in some while the idol's not "ready" to be shot. But now he's ready to do it professionally.]
Don't break your leg. [Each pose and expression captured in his camera or the tripods. He doesn't step into the area this time, staying at a certain perimeter to avoid getting caught by the tripods. Until a knock at the door and Bakugo breaks off while the machines keep snapping away. Yeah, he knew Hiyori was gonna be a damn pillow princess when the drink came. A quick swipe, gruff dismiss, and he shuts the door, then approaches casual embodied on the couch and hands him the cup.] Burn yourself and I'll laugh at you.
[There probably was a version that came with a strap patterned with dicks, but Hiyori opted not to go for that one. (Now if it had a pattern of explosions, that would've been perfect, but alas.)
Hiyori, who totally hadn't noticed the book prop, wasn't expecting anything to be thrown at him. He startles, but manages to catch the book before it beans him—perhaps thanks to Bakugo's training. His reflexes are sharper now! Doesn't mean he appreciates being pelted with flying objects, though, as evidenced by the brief frown that forms on his lips.]
Next time you should hand it to me normally. [But there's no heat in his voice as he examines the prop. The cover is suggestive, showing two nude male silhouettes outlined in gold, but no matter. He can just cover part of it with his hand! Actually, does the back cover imply the book is a steamy romance between a model and his photographer? Could it have been placed in the room because the well-meaning Mating Season staff wanted to inspire its two occupants...? Nah, best not to think too hard about it.] This'll work just fine though, so let's go ahead and use it!
[And so begins the shoot. He stretches, he yawns, he hugs pillows, he makes himself comfortable and gazes out the window thoughtfully. Not only that, but he also draws the blanket up to his waist and reads his book! Scanning the page with a gentle smile, he gives off the impression of someone enjoying a bit of light reading. So good is his acting that he doesn't even flinch when he sees what's written on the page. (A very dramatic confession from the photographer to his subject, in which the man admits he's been holding onto copies of the model's photos and touching himself to them at night. He even has a whole album! Twelve whole albums, all for personal use!)
He's good at keeping track of where the cameras are pointed, so he's able to hold the book in such a way that the full of lewdness of the cover is obscured (using the edge of the blanket to help with that). Then the tea arrives, and he sets the book aside while Bakugo gets the door. Accepting the steaming hot mug (which thankfully Bakugo does not throw at him) with two hands, he smiles and says:]
Thanks! ♪ [At least he showed gratitude.] I don't plan to actually drink it. Knowing this place, it's probably spiked, so I'll just hold it in my lap and pose with it.
[He then proceeds to sit on the couch with his knees drawn up. Once Bakugo's back to manning the cameras, he'll raise the mug to his lips, closing his eyes and deeply inhaling the aroma. He smiles, like he finds it pleasant. And then, he tips it up, doing a very convincing job of pretending to drink.
(The mug, incidentally, is cute and pastel-colored, but also has a pattern of peacock feathers. Figures.)]
[Good. The idol's still retained his reflexes. Bakugo would've yelled at him if he got smacked in the face. No apologies for slinging it at him either. His pouting frown and chiding go over the blonde's head as easily as anything else. Too busy focusing on the watch and putting in the order for Hiyori's drink to care.]
That's how I hand shit normally! [Lower right panel. He's not lying. Stupid ass lewd book cover. He should've thought about it earlier, but only figured this scenario once he had the room ordered. They stocked it with whatever they wanted, and he took survey of what he had available the day before his and Hiyori's photo shoot. DON'T READ THE DAMN BACK COVER!! (Bakugo has no idea what the book says; he only noticed it lying in the group of props and passed by.) Shitty Mating Season staff always trying to meddle.] It's your only option.
[Half the time his instructions lead Hiyori to one pose or the other, the other half are left up to the idol's own thoughts. As much directing himself as Bakugo directs him. Stretched out across the couch, one leg thrown up across the arm, the other dangling to the ground below. Sitting cross-legged in the couch center, pillow gathered into his lap with his arms embracing its squishy middle. Legs tucked beneath his body in a perked-up pose as if getting called from his previous perusal of the book, an inquisitive expression on his face hinting at curious and slight startle. Half standing, half kneeling on the couch arm, primed to lean forward and crawl onto the cushions proper in a throwback to jungle cat Hiyori earlier, complete with smoldering gaze and a tongue slicking at his canine (and a cute version because he knows the idol'd bitch if it was left pure intense). Even thought about having the green-haired hearthrob recline on the couch back... but had to abandon ship as the furniture spine wasn't wide enough to lounge upon without risking Hiyori falling off and splattering on the floor.
Bakugo even let him do a silly one, splayed upside down on the couch with his legs thrown over the back all akimbo and arms thrown over his head as if he fell head over heels from behind. Laughing and grinning like a little kid. Stupid as it was, the images from that pose are probably gonna be among his favorites for their purity and the memory of Hiyori's laugh.
Until they pause for idol tea reception... and get back to it with more demure "book jacket cover" style shots. Ranging from cozy comfort to a more melancholy somber. No matter how annoying the idol is, Bakugo won't deny his skill at posing.]
I bet your classmates and schoolteachers love that. [Said mildly. He's definitely imagining something like the panel where Bakugo tosses someone's graded paper at their face.
Hiyori doesn't have trouble coming up with his own ideas but is happy to go along with Bakugo's suggestions. Mostly. He does rib him a little when Bakugo suggests he pose on the arm of the couch like he's about to pounce (on what, the smutty novel?). "I didn't think we were still going for a 'jungle cat' vibe." But he gives it a go anyway, his eyes gleaming with his mischief. Then he encourages Bakugo to bring the camera closer, to take the kind of POV shot where it looks to the viewer like he's about to pounce on them. Because that's the fantasy, right? Having Hiyori Tomoe as your feisty, playful live-in lover. (A fantasy for his fans back home, but a reality for Jun at the resort.)
The silly one, though—that one's cute. The general idea was probably Hiyori's ("I want to let loose a little! Let's do something laid back and fun!"), but the specifics—upside down with his arms spread, hanging off the couch—come as a surprise to him. Of course, he's done plenty of "lounging" poses, and he's even been photographed upside down before, but the vibe is usually more artistic or elegant (like this). This pose isn't one you'd put in a magazine. It's simply too... well, silly!
But that's fine, isn't it? That makes it feel refreshing. His upside-down smile looks joyous and free.
He's still smiling as he gets up and rights himself on the couch, smoothing out the blanket and adjusting his pajama top (though still leaving it partially unbuttoned, since showing a bit of skin adds to his sleepy charm!). Then the tea arrives, and he poses with that, carefully lowering the mug after pretending to drink from it. Not a drop spills.
But hmm, his first photoshoot...]
Growing up in my household, we had professional family portaits taken and things like that. [Hashtag #RichFamilyThings.] But my first real photoshoot would've been when I was with my last unit. We weren't all that famous outside of school, and we didn't want to seem unreachably glamorous, so it was pretty low-budget. For most shots, we just wore our stage outfits. White tailcoats, white gloves, and high-collared dress shirts.
[He keeps his tone neutral. He doesn't usually talk about his last unit; there are unpleasant memories attached to it, and he feels too much guilt about what they did and who he was. Nearly two years into his time at the resort, that past feels pretty distant. Still...
His lips tug upward again as he concludes:]
This outfit's much more comfortable.
[And not just because it's pajamas versus a stuffy suit, but he doesn't elaborate.]
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While this scrapbook is for Hiyori and Jun, Bakugo's going to keep a few shots for himself. If not a copy of the photos with the idol's permission just in case. And in the future... he'll be adding the scrapbook to his library, lingering a hand on the spine for longer than necessary. Memories within of a happy voice amid moonlight and photo flashes.]
Don't break your ankle. [Gruffly tossed his way as Bakugo begins swiping through the pictures. Save save, dismiss dismiss, save, dismiss, splitting them up with a scrutinizing eye. Of course Hiyori will get to go through them all once the hero's sorted them into his initial opinion. No need to grouch at the green-haired guy to get some water and wipe off. He pads cross the room and stations himself in front of the computer, a quick shove plugging the camera into the machine. Download commence.]
You've never watched your own performances before? [Bakugo glances at Hiyori over his shoulder, lips slightly warped in a confused sneer. He's done that plenty in his hero training. Sometimes it pisses him off, chuffing or snarling at a mistake. Sometimes it makes him laugh, crowing over a victorious shot or awesome move.]
Aa. Next one's downtime. [And hits the pre-recorded setup he had ready since the start. Always knew he wanted to wrap with this one. The stage quickly replaces itself with a sunlit living room, lights and ribbons decorating the ceiling, curtains brushing gentle in open window breezes, a large pillow-laden couch sprawling in the center for comfort and lounge. Cozy set up, bringing the idea of a relaxing retreat from work, with a hint of intimacy at seeing an idol in such a reclined and off-stage setting. Whether Hiyori wants to make this racy or casual is up to him; it can go either way. He wouldn't even look out of place going makeup-less in the building set scene.]
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like an exhibitionist,so what better legacy to leave behind than a bunch of slutty photos?He stops drinking long enough to answer the question.]
Of course we both have before. It's just that we're usually paying attention to the group formation or our own performance, so he isn't focusing 100% of his attention on me. But now he can do that, which I'm sure is what he wants to do! ♪
[Moving on, though... A few possible ideas had occurred to him based on what he saw in the wardrobe. There's no shortage of cute outfits he'd like to try wearing next, and he could take on any number of other roles. Jun isn't exactly picky when it comes to him; just about anything would probably be fine. But if he thinks about how he wants to follow up that last shoot, which showcased his cool, glamorous, professional idol self, one thing that comes to mind is...
His own thoughts trail off into ellipses. Bakugo gives an immediate response, transforming the stage with the press of a button. Goodbye moonlight and skyscrapers; hello cozy interior, all blankets and soft lighting. He blinks, spending a moment taking that in, and then he breaks into a warm, beaming, wholly sincere smile.]
Good instinct! ♪
[He's impressed, actually. It's just what he'd been thinking. After playing out silly scenarios and showcasing his idol persona, the right way to end things was with something stripped-down and intimate. No more persona, just himself, Hiyori Tomoe the human being, captured in a relaxing scene at home. Of course these aren't going to be candid shots at his real home, but that's not to say he won't put any of himself into them. Fans love catching glimpses of their life off the stage. And as for Jun, well—Hiyori knows his partner loves him even when he's not caked in a dramatic make-up or wearing cool costumes.]
I'll just change into some around-the-house clothes~♪
[He disappears behind the privacy screen.
First, he washes up and takes care of his make-up. He does still reapply some, but it's light and subtle; lighter even than what he wears on a daily basis. There was a time when Loki said he wanted to see him "au naturale," so he left off the fragrance, the hair product, and most of the make-up before visiting him, and that's exactly what he does now. Even his just-got-out-of-the-shower hair will be fitting for this shoot. Then it's just a question of what to wear.
He could go for a sexy look. The wardrobe has some cute lace-trimmed negligees. He could go a more masculine-but-still sexy route: shirtless with comfortable pants hanging from his hips and a towel draped around his neck. He could wear ultra-cute pajamas, complete with fuzzy pastel-colored knee-high socks; those are an option, too. He could even opt to wear nothing but the Mating Season robe, since people relax around the house in their bathrobes all the time.
A few moments' consideration, and then he gets changed, re-emerging from behind the screen.
He's wearing a simple silk pajama set. Its pastel color compliments the pillows and couch, a lavender purple some shades lighter than his eyes. The only skin showing is some chest and collarbone; he's left the first few buttons of the top undone, but the overall effect is still more cozy than sexy, especially since he's wearing a knitted cardigan over it. The cardigan sits low on his shoulders, making the sleeves look oversized, which everyone knows is an easy shortcut to make yourself look cuter. But the cardigan didn't come from the wardrobe—Bakugo will recognize it as part of the outfit Hiyori wore into Mating Season.
He smiles sweetly, seeming pleased with his selection.]
Well? What do you think? [He gestures with one long sleeve.] Nothing says "around the house" like wearing a piece of my own clothes.
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Hiyori doesn't get to call the shots on the next setting. He had this one planned out since the start. Comfortable and cozy, probably something you'd find in a magazine shilling perfume or lingerie. Bakugo flicks his eyes sideways, peering through his peripheral to capture Hiyori's reaction. One or two blinks. Surprised? Then melting into a sunset smile. Heh, thought so.
There was a large market for "downtime" heroes in his own world. Shitty idiots running around with hidden cameras or ladders trying to sneak in shots of favorite heroes when they're out of costume, off the clock, trying to live some fucking personal time without having a damn photographer shoving their camera into their faces for some snapshots. He's had people crowd him on the subway until his nose clenched from cologne. A lunch interrupted by some idiot jumping out of the bushes yelling for autographs. A fucking kid latched onto his shin refusing to let go because he had a brain problem! ("Brain problem" here meaning admiration of Dynamight.) So far no one's tried anything personally invasive, like bugging his home, but... Having this relaxing ending to a model shoot touches a little on such ideas. A model in his own relaxing home.]
Scram. [Dismissing Hiyori to go change. Bakugo tunes the camera while his model washes off behind the screen. They tried to put a sheer screen up around the shower when he rented the room; he raged at them immediately and they got an opaque screen. Bastards. Camera good to go, he begins arranging pillows and cushions around the couch, spreads a rug on the floor for lounging photos, tugs curtains into a free-flow breeze, and adjusts the lighting until perfect daylight streams through each charming window on either side... No, he tones the light down. The way it was, the thing looked like a fucking cathedral rather than a common living room. Maybe he should mess up the pillows? ... Nah, Hiyori will muss them as he wants.
Bakugo turns his head when his object of attention emerges to light once more. Silk pajamas and natural look with only scant makeup accents. Lavender and mint green matching with the sky blue and whites of the pillow and couch. Gonna look like a "sky-born" theme with those colors. He can easily see Hiyori climbing into bed with such an ensemble. Maybe with his bangs pinned up or his hair wrapped in a cap of sorts. Cozy. Perfect for a lounge shot. Minus the cardigan... Yeah, he recognizes it. Who wears a sweater over their pajamas? "Some" people might think it makes Hiyori look cuter. Bakugo think it makes him look cold and grabbed the first thing he could to make the trip to his bed. Where blankets are. Rendering sweater moot point. But it's Hiyori's, so it gets a pass.]
You look like you're getting ready for bed. [Which is completely on point.]
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[He replies, nose in the air. Goodness, all he did was point out Jun would appreciate the opportunity. This is what happens when two stubborn people are friends. But he's already made his point, so it's time to move on!
He steps out from behind the privacy screen and awaits Bakugo's reaction. It turns out to be neither complimentary not disapproving; the boy merely states facts, saying he looks ready for bed. But by this point, Hiyori's gotten good at reading between the lines where Bakugo is concerned, and he knows the lack of snide comments or criticism means approval.]
That's the idea! ♪ That or someone who's sleeping in late, since the set is still daytime. I thought about stepping out in one of those sheer nightgowns, but I figured I'm better off taking those photos in front of the bedroom mirror. And anything too fancy wouldn't have the right "downtime" vibe, so casual it was.
[It might have been funny to walk out in lingerie just for the reaction he would've gotten, but he thinks he prefers this. As for the sweater, that's there to add a personal touch and sell the idea of someone who wants to be comfortable in their pajamas without being too cold.
With his last words, Hiyori's eyes fall on the set. He immediately notices the changes Bakugo has made to the scene: pillows and cushions added to the couch, softer lighting. It looks less sterile and more homey now, as though Bakugo could predict he'd take with his outfit, and his smile is an approving one.
To kick things off, he pads over in slippers and sits on the couch. He muses out loud:]
It'd be nice if I had a mug of hot tea to pose with. [Then, his eyes lighting up:] So let's order one! You're an Ace, so I'm they'll obey your room service requests. Then while we're waiting for that to be delivered, we can take photos where I'm hugging the pillows all cutely. Sound good?
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Yes they are and he'll admit it in private but not to Hiyori's face.Bakugo switches to a different camera this time. A smaller one without as large a lens or as many options. In exchange, he retrieves multiples of them. As well as a few curious items. Tripods with extendable necks and T-shaped tops which look like they're fitted with small rails. To each one, he affixes a small square camera on the rail, before hauling the tripod power cord to the wall and shaving thedick-shapedprongs into the equally-lewd-shaped sockets. Disgusting. A white light blinks on instantly at the main joint, indicating power's active.Those charging, Bakugo returns to the computer and opens another program. One by one, he finds and syncs the tripod's wireless connection to the computer's. Didn't put in as much time as he could have to be a complete master of operating these things, but he learned enough to set their basic programs from the options available. He knocks a knuckle on the "Enter" key and sends the command. Each tripod begins raising and lowering their necks, shrinking almost to their three-legged base and extending to max height (about four feet), while the cameras on their T-shaped head rails slide back and forth from one side to the other. They can't capture as intricate an angle as Bakugo can while moving in and around the set, but they can snap plenty of variable shots in the meantime.]
Che, I would've chucked you back in the damn closet if you wore that crap. [So he says. It wasn't the ideal companion for the setup he had, save for agreeing with the sheer curtains. This one is better. It keeps a level of intimacy alongside a casual cozy without veering into sensual erotic like some crass horny greeting card. Bakugo never intended to shoot Hiyori in a perverse light since he came up with the idea. That sort of business is left between the idol and his boyfriend. Hence the comfortable pillows and throws tossed onto the couch, a change to natural atmospheric lighting, and eradication of anything too professional or clinical. Hiyori's even got slippers on.]
HAA?! YOU COULD'VE SAID THAT EARLIER, DAMMIT! [BOOM! Rage face and loud mouth roar. He just spent all this time waiting for Hiyori to clean up and get his ass changed! NOW he comes up with the idea of a damn hot tea mug?! Idols are so goddamn finicky!] You spill this shit and I'll drown you in your own stupid mug!
[Because he's grumblingly putting in the kneejerk order regardless.]
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Three different cameras, all mounted on top of tripods that move at the press of a button. When he sees them move, his eyes widen slightly. Not that there aren't bigger technological marvels at the resort, but it's still pretty impressive. And Bakugo knows how to operate all this? If he wasn't set on being a hero, he'd make a good photographer, film director, or behind-the-scenes technician.
Though his on-set behavior could definitely use some work, as usual.]
Volume control, please! [He singsongs.] I just came up with that, or I would've asked earlier! I'm almost tempted to ask for a book too, so we could take some "light reading at home" shots, but I think we both know what kind of cover the books here would have.
[Anyway, he'll get ready now. He plants both slippered feet on the rug, then picks up one of the pillows as promised. He hugs it loosely to his chest, sitting against one arm of the couch and smiling sweetly. By the time Bakugo finishes grumpily placing the order for tea, he looks picture perfect.]
All ready for my close-up~♪
[After "hugging the pillow," he'll cycle through other poses. Relaxing without the pillow, gazing out the window, yawning. The last one differs from the yawn he did during the cheetah photoshoot; an "I'm ready for a nap" yawn rather than a waking-up-from-one yawn. They're similar but distinct! This should take them until the steaming hot beverage arrives, delivered to the door by staff.
... guess who's not moving from the couch to get it.]
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Here! [Whoosh! Totally throwing a book prop towards Hiyori! If the idol's got his reflexes and wits about him, he'll be able to dodge or catch it. If not, it's gonna barely miss him and *whump!* into the couch cushions. Hiyori's not wrong about the cover being a lewd golden silhouette. But he can use the blankets to cover it up while holding it page splayed in hand? Or they can chop up some paper and make an old-fashioned bookcover with tape and shit.
Bakugo takes his place on the X like normal. Hiyori's tea will be here in five minutes. Enough time for a warmup shoot. Each tripod begins moving, alternating side to side and up and down in their motions. Even if he was placing the order earlier, he managed to snap a few stealth shots from the side as Hiyori hugs the pillow to his chest. Sneak in some while the idol's not "ready" to be shot. But now he's ready to do it professionally.]
Don't break your leg. [Each pose and expression captured in his camera or the tripods. He doesn't step into the area this time, staying at a certain perimeter to avoid getting caught by the tripods. Until a knock at the door and Bakugo breaks off while the machines keep snapping away. Yeah, he knew Hiyori was gonna be a damn pillow princess when the drink came. A quick swipe, gruff dismiss, and he shuts the door, then approaches casual embodied on the couch and hands him the cup.] Burn yourself and I'll laugh at you.
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Hiyori, who totally hadn't noticed the book prop, wasn't expecting anything to be thrown at him. He startles, but manages to catch the book before it beans him—perhaps thanks to Bakugo's training. His reflexes are sharper now! Doesn't mean he appreciates being pelted with flying objects, though, as evidenced by the brief frown that forms on his lips.]
Next time you should hand it to me normally. [But there's no heat in his voice as he examines the prop. The cover is suggestive, showing two nude male silhouettes outlined in gold, but no matter. He can just cover part of it with his hand! Actually, does the back cover imply the book is a steamy romance between a model and his photographer? Could it have been placed in the room because the well-meaning Mating Season staff wanted to inspire its two occupants...? Nah, best not to think too hard about it.] This'll work just fine though, so let's go ahead and use it!
[And so begins the shoot. He stretches, he yawns, he hugs pillows, he makes himself comfortable and gazes out the window thoughtfully. Not only that, but he also draws the blanket up to his waist and reads his book! Scanning the page with a gentle smile, he gives off the impression of someone enjoying a bit of light reading. So good is his acting that he doesn't even flinch when he sees what's written on the page. (A very dramatic confession from the photographer to his subject, in which the man admits he's been holding onto copies of the model's photos and touching himself to them at night. He even has a whole album! Twelve whole albums, all for personal use!)
He's good at keeping track of where the cameras are pointed, so he's able to hold the book in such a way that the full of lewdness of the cover is obscured (using the edge of the blanket to help with that). Then the tea arrives, and he sets the book aside while Bakugo gets the door. Accepting the steaming hot mug (which thankfully Bakugo does not throw at him) with two hands, he smiles and says:]
Thanks! ♪ [At least he showed gratitude.] I don't plan to actually drink it. Knowing this place, it's probably spiked, so I'll just hold it in my lap and pose with it.
[He then proceeds to sit on the couch with his knees drawn up. Once Bakugo's back to manning the cameras, he'll raise the mug to his lips, closing his eyes and deeply inhaling the aroma. He smiles, like he finds it pleasant. And then, he tips it up, doing a very convincing job of pretending to drink.
(The mug, incidentally, is cute and pastel-colored, but also has a pattern of peacock feathers. Figures.)]
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That's how I hand shit normally! [Lower right panel. He's not lying. Stupid ass lewd book cover. He should've thought about it earlier, but only figured this scenario once he had the room ordered. They stocked it with whatever they wanted, and he took survey of what he had available the day before his and Hiyori's photo shoot. DON'T READ THE DAMN BACK COVER!! (Bakugo has no idea what the book says; he only noticed it lying in the group of props and passed by.) Shitty Mating Season staff always trying to meddle.] It's your only option.
[Half the time his instructions lead Hiyori to one pose or the other, the other half are left up to the idol's own thoughts. As much directing himself as Bakugo directs him. Stretched out across the couch, one leg thrown up across the arm, the other dangling to the ground below. Sitting cross-legged in the couch center, pillow gathered into his lap with his arms embracing its squishy middle. Legs tucked beneath his body in a perked-up pose as if getting called from his previous perusal of the book, an inquisitive expression on his face hinting at curious and slight startle. Half standing, half kneeling on the couch arm, primed to lean forward and crawl onto the cushions proper in a throwback to jungle cat Hiyori earlier, complete with smoldering gaze and a tongue slicking at his canine (and a cute version because he knows the idol'd bitch if it was left pure intense). Even thought about having the green-haired hearthrob recline on the couch back... but had to abandon ship as the furniture spine wasn't wide enough to lounge upon without risking Hiyori falling off and splattering on the floor.
Bakugo even let him do a silly one, splayed upside down on the couch with his legs thrown over the back all akimbo and arms thrown over his head as if he fell head over heels from behind. Laughing and grinning like a little kid. Stupid as it was, the images from that pose are probably gonna be among his favorites for their purity and the memory of Hiyori's laugh.
Until they pause for idol tea reception... and get back to it with more demure "book jacket cover" style shots. Ranging from cozy comfort to a more melancholy somber. No matter how annoying the idol is, Bakugo won't deny his skill at posing.]
When'd you do your first photoshoot?
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Hiyori doesn't have trouble coming up with his own ideas but is happy to go along with Bakugo's suggestions. Mostly. He does rib him a little when Bakugo suggests he pose on the arm of the couch like he's about to pounce (on what, the smutty novel?). "I didn't think we were still going for a 'jungle cat' vibe." But he gives it a go anyway, his eyes gleaming with his mischief. Then he encourages Bakugo to bring the camera closer, to take the kind of POV shot where it looks to the viewer like he's about to pounce on them. Because that's the fantasy, right? Having Hiyori Tomoe as your feisty, playful live-in lover. (A fantasy for his fans back home, but a reality for Jun at the resort.)
The silly one, though—that one's cute. The general idea was probably Hiyori's ("I want to let loose a little! Let's do something laid back and fun!"), but the specifics—upside down with his arms spread, hanging off the couch—come as a surprise to him. Of course, he's done plenty of "lounging" poses, and he's even been photographed upside down before, but the vibe is usually more artistic or elegant (like this). This pose isn't one you'd put in a magazine. It's simply too... well, silly!
But that's fine, isn't it? That makes it feel refreshing. His upside-down smile looks joyous and free.
He's still smiling as he gets up and rights himself on the couch, smoothing out the blanket and adjusting his pajama top (though still leaving it partially unbuttoned, since showing a bit of skin adds to his sleepy charm!). Then the tea arrives, and he poses with that, carefully lowering the mug after pretending to drink from it. Not a drop spills.
But hmm, his first photoshoot...]
Growing up in my household, we had professional family portaits taken and things like that. [Hashtag #RichFamilyThings.] But my first real photoshoot would've been when I was with my last unit. We weren't all that famous outside of school, and we didn't want to seem unreachably glamorous, so it was pretty low-budget. For most shots, we just wore our stage outfits. White tailcoats, white gloves, and high-collared dress shirts.
[He keeps his tone neutral. He doesn't usually talk about his last unit; there are unpleasant memories attached to it, and he feels too much guilt about what they did and who he was. Nearly two years into his time at the resort, that past feels pretty distant. Still...
His lips tug upward again as he concludes:]
This outfit's much more comfortable.
[And not just because it's pajamas versus a stuffy suit, but he doesn't elaborate.]