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“What are you doing?”
“Taking pictures”
Hongo would turn his attention away from Cyclone to look at Ichimonji who was staring back at him brightly as he held a camera in his hands. “Here..?” He questioned, genuinely wondering what was even worth photographing.
“Yeah, here” Ichimonji chuckled softly. “I'm photographing you” He added, his smile only growing as Hongo just stared at him. He didn't understand what Ichimonji meant, why photograph him over Cyclone?
“Me?” Hongo questioned, brow raised. “I'm just working on Cyclone, what's so special about that?” He continued, watching Ichimonji only laugh at him again.
“Mmm, well you see Hongo” Ichimonji started, waving the camera in his hand around as he continued to talk. “As a professional photographer it's my job to find beauty and capture it on film, you follow?”
“Not at all”
Ichimonji would roll his eyes. “Well, I was photographing you because…” He started, waving his free hand at Hongo, motioning him to finish his sentence for him. When he got nothing in response, Ichimonji would just sigh.
“Because I think you look nice when working, yeah?” Ichimonji exclaimed, waiting for Hongo's reaction. “I'm sweaty. I can't look that nice” Hongo interjected as he turned his gaze back to Cyclone.
“Nonsense Hongo” Ichimonji responds, walking towards the other man to put his hand on his shoulder. “I think you look great, oh if you could just see how you look when you're focused”
Hongo could feel like he was going to get a lecture about photography again as Ichimonji eventually wrapped his arm around his shoulders so he could show him the pictures he took.
He couldn't understand what Ichimonji was seeing, but it did make him feel nice that he was.. appreciated like this.
“You see how I captured the light illuminating your face? I never get this lucky with indoor lighting” Ichimonji said, tilting his camera to show Hongo the picture he took. Hongo didn't see anything special about it.
He was just there, crouched at Cyclone to do maintenance. He was sweating and he looked like a mess in his eyes. Maybe Hongo didn't understand the artistic part of photography that Ichimonji was getting on about.
“And this is why you're my favorite muse, Hongo” Ichimonji hummed, pressing a quick kiss to Hongo’s cheek. “You're just pretty and with my photography mastermind, I get the perfect pictures”
Hongo would finally crack and let out a soft chuckle as his face heated up. “I just think you're biased” He stated as he leaned against Ichimonji a little. “But I'm flattered”
“Biased!?” Ichimonji replied, shooting Hongo with a look of disbelief. “Me? Biased? Oh come on.. me? Are you really suggesting that?”
“Yes”
“I hate when you're right, because I am. Can't help myself” Ichimonji chuckled as he turned his camera around, taking a picture of the two of them. “Can you blame me?”
Ichimonji would then remove his arm off Hongo, eyes lit up even more. “I'm going to get these printed, I'll be back”
And before Hongo could even say anything, Ichimonji was gone. It was just Hongo and Cyclone now.
He'd sigh and turn his attention back to his precious bike. He had room for both of them in his heart, but he wasn't going to tell Cyclone Ichimonji was his favorite.