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Izuna looks up sharply at the sound of a familiar voice, and winces as he gets stabbed with a pin.
"Hold still, damnit." Karin mutters around a mouthful of needles, adding another one to tighten the fit of the shirt he's wearing.
"Sorry," Izuna does his best to sound contrite, but the way he's craning his neck for a look is a dead giveaway that how he looks for the shoot is not his top priority right now.
"Sorry is exactly what you're going to be if you don't stop moving," she vindictively jabs him again for emphasis. "Alright, done. Now off you go, the photographer is waiting."
And they are, of course.
Izuna strides over, shaking Kakashi's hand with a grin. "Hey, fancy meeting you here."
"Don't pretend Obito didn't bitch me out to you," Kakashi rolls his eyes even as he lifts the camera around his neck and takes a shot. "But when Vanity Fair calls, you don't say no."
"Exactly why I'm here too." Izuna winks at his cousin's boyfriend and then laughs when Karin unceremoniously shoves Sasuke into the room. This film has been an interesting catalyst for his family - allowing he and Sasuke to branch out from their usual modelling careers and take a tentative step into acting.
It was a fun day for him, but Izuna knows it won't become a regular thing.
For Sasuke on the other hand...
"Go away!" Sasuke fends Karin off with one last hiss and then strides over to take a seat on the couch. "Hey, Izuna, Kakashi."
"Hello, mini me." Izuna doesn't ruffle his little cousin's hair - styling would kill him - but he puts enough coo in his voice to make it really clear that he wants to. "And how are you today?"
"Under caffeinated and grumpy with it apparently." Kakashi smirks and takes another shot. "Poor baby."
"I will end you both." Sasuke's glare is a thing of beauty and Izuna takes great joy in it. "Just because your boyfriend brought you Starbucks and mine didn't -"
He did?
Izuna mentally checks out of the conversation and heads for the door, intent on claiming what's his, and almost walks into it.
"I should have known you'd be looking for me before I found you." Tobirama laughs under his breath, holding out a Frappuccino. "Here, your diabetes in a cup."
"You're one to talk, mister never met a caffeinated drink he didn't like." Izuna retorts, but he goes up on tiptoes to press a kiss to an unshaven cheek. "Thank you, though, you didn't have to."
"They didn't request me for this interview, but I know how you get without your morning coffee and you left before I could make you some." Tobirama's voice is soft and low, a rumble so intimate that Izuna shivers with it.
It was that voice which he fell in love with first, before he ever met the man, one of Tobirama's few voice only roles, a series of sleep stories that would follow him into his dreams. Having the man who possesses it in his bed only makes it better, and Izuna tucks himself under his boyfriend's arm as he sips on his drink.
The sticker on Tobirama's cup catches his eye though, and he grabs his boyfriend's wrist. "You didn't."
"I didn't get coffee this morning either, you know," Tobirama protests defensively. "And I didn't change the amount of sugar in yours!"
"But four shots!" Izuna shakes his head but lets his boyfriend go. "I'm gonna need to peel you off the ceiling later."
"As long as it's after the interview is done, you can do anything you want with me." Tobirama winks at him and gives him a little shove back towards Kakashi. "Now go, soonest begun, soonest done."
"Oh my god, you did not just quote the Dark Tower at me you massive nerd." Izuna walks backwards as he goes, holding up his phone to snap a photo of Tobirama's cup.
Kakashi's not the only photographer in this room, and Izuna has plans for contingencies just like this.
Social media exists for a reason after all.