[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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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.]