[Fic] Kakushitori Shashin
Title: Kakushitori Shashin (Secret Photo)
Author: analine
Pairing: TutixNagayan
Warnings: None, worksafe
Rating: PG
Summary: Nagayan's gotten pretty good at taking pictures of Tuti.
Word Count: 1,366
Notes: Just a short fic inspired in part by this post by fencer_x, and in general by Nagayan's wonderfully relentless Burimyu picspam. ♥
They're on the train, heading back from a day spent reacquainting themselves with their Tokyo work schedules and the quirks of the rehearsal space, already starting to beat the paths to and from rehearsals and home and the performance hall that will become second nature again soon enough.
After nearly two solid weeks spent on the road, being back here again feels really good, as if something essential has slotted back into place again.
Takashi looks thoughtful, head bent forward over his phone so far that the brim of his hat is practically hiding his eyes. Tuti nudges him with his shoulder, feeling an inexplicable rush of home and mine that would probably be embarrassing, except that almost half his face is hidden by his face mask, so if he's blushing, which he might just be, Takashi will be none the wiser.
He eventually pulls the mask down below his chin though, and nudges Takashi again, harder this time.
"You know sometimes I think you're going to go into withdrawal after this show is over," Tuti says, gesturing towards Takashi's phone.
"Wouldn't be the first time, right?"
Takashi answers without looking up, but he leans into the touch a little, and the slight shift brings his eyes into focus, just enough so that Tuti can see the tiny gleam of amusement there.
"You've been flipping through those pictures ever since we got on the train. All this is pretty over-the-top, even for you, don’t you think?"
Takashi smiles, but is silent for a moment.
"I just want to make sure we don't forget anything, you know?” he finally says, meeting Tuti’s eyes. “We don't know when we'll all be together like this again and...” Takashi sighs. “I don’t know, it's just that this is kind of it, you know?"
"Yeah, well..."
"And last time we did this, I think I regretted..." Tuti raises his eyebrows a little, as Takashi trails off. "I don’t know. Not having more memories to look back on, maybe," he finishes.
"So you regretted not documenting every waking moment of our lives backstage?” Tuti teases. “Having just one shot of Eiji's ass hanging out of his costume instead of ten?"
Takashi’s face brightens and he laughs loudly. "Yeah, maybe."
"Well there’s no danger of that this time at least."
Tuti leans in close over Takashi's shoulder, pressing against his back a little, trying to get a better angle on the screen, but mostly just wanting to be closer to Takashi.
"Oi, back off~" Takashi says, but he doesn't make any moves to actually push Tuti away, so Tuti stays, feeling the warmth coming off of Takashi's neck as the train jostles them back and forth a little.
He knows what Takashi means though, about this being it--there's so much that they all share, doing a show like this, he doesn't really want to think about it coming to an end either. And Takashi's pictures make things feel more immediate, somehow, less final. Tuti looks down again at the glow from Takashi’s phone, and something catches his eye.
"Is that Shougo-san?" He leans closer, squinting at the unfamiliar image. "Why didn't you post this?"
"Well, I liked this one better."
Takashi pulls up an image that Tuti recognizes as having made the cut, and grins.
"Yeah, I see your point. This one really captures that 'cool' image, you know?"
"Exactly."
Takashi scrolls through a few more photos, and then hands Tuti his phone.
"There are a lot more here than what I've posted. If you're curious," he adds with a smirk, settling back, and finally giving Tuti a half-hearted little shrug-off as he reclaims his personal space, and closes his eyes.
There’s a lot to be seen, and Tuti takes them all in--the silly staged shots with Takashi and Gaku and the rest of the guys, the sneaky shots of the girls through the door of their dressing room, a lot that involve nothing but Takashi's face against a variety of backdrops, from Tokyo to Fukuoka and back again. There were even a good number of the staff featured here, and some of their director; a surprising number of kakushitori shashin too, of every single member of the cast. Hell, when he thought about it, he hadn't realized Takashi had taken half of what he was looking at here.
"You've really outdone yourself this time, you know that?"
Takashi opens his eyes and glances over at Tuti. "Why thank you, I'll take that as a compliment." Takashi smiles, but his face is a little unreadable. "You've taken your fair share too."
"Oh come on, I don't even come close."
"No, you really don't." Takashi grins. “But that’s as it should be, of course.”
Tuti rolls his eyes, then blinks down in surprise at the next photo. He leans forward, elbows on his knees.
"What?"
"I don't remember this one.”
Takashi leans over, resting his chin on Tuti's shoulder for a moment to glance at the screen, and it shouldn't matter, but after an entire day spent in each other's company having to be careful and observant of personal space at all times, it's always nice, these few moments at the end of the day when they can just relax, whether it's on the train, or in the corner of a crowded izakaya, or sandwiched between Eiji and Tacchan on one of those too-comfortable plush couches in a hotel lobby somewhere.
He feels Takashi chuckle a little.
"Hmm, no, I guess you wouldn't."
When Takashi doesn't offer anything else, and just settles back next to Tuti, he finds himself smiling.
There really isn't anything all that strange or unique about the picture--Tuti's alone in their dressing room back in Fukuoka, probably before one of the dress rehearsals. He's reading over his script, something he always likes to do backstage at least once before opening night, and he looks completely focused, quiet.
Takashi hadn't posted this one though. Not the first one, or any of the other practically identical incarnations that follow it.
"There are like..." he counts, scrolling through the images, "eight...no, nine of me here? How did you manage to get these?"
"I have my ways~" Takashi smiles. "Besides, I didn't want to bother you. We all know hard it is for you to focus on anything backstage."
"And whose fault is that?"
Takashi just grins. He leans over and grabs his phone from Tuti, quickly scrolling through a few of the images of Tuti with his script.
"This one's my favorite," Takashi says, pointing at the screen and smiling. "You look so calm. Content, even."
Tuti looks at the photo. He's looking up from his script in the picture, staring forward, still intent, but... Takashi's right, he looks absolutely content. As if he completely belongs where he is in that exact moment--in a dressing room a couple hundred of kilometers from home, with a script in his hand, probably waiting for Takashi to get there so that they can go catch a quick meal before rehearsals start up again. Tuti smiles.
"Yeah, I guess I do."
Tuti stares at the image again, and thinks back to the dozens of other photos he just scrolled past, realizing that each one probably captured something unique like this.
"You're really good at this, you know?" Tuti says. He’s a little surprised that he never noticed it before.
“At what? Taking pictures of you?”
“Well, that too, but… All of these--they’re all really good.”
"Hmm..." Takashi smiles a little, looking pleased. "A hidden talent, maybe?"
"Try a not-so-hidden one."
Takashi just laughs. “Right.”
Tuti chuckles, nodding and then there's a moment of silence, just the sounds of the train and idle chatter from the other passengers filling in the spaces around them.
And then Tuti asks, because he's suddenly really curious, "So the one of me with the script, you didn't want post it?"
Takashi looks thoughtful for a moment, then smiles. "Nah."
Tuti grins. "And do you keep all the best ones for yourself, or only the ones of me?"
Takashi just grins back a little deviously, and Tuti knows he’s hit the nail on the head.
***
Author: analine
Pairing: TutixNagayan
Warnings: None, worksafe
Rating: PG
Summary: Nagayan's gotten pretty good at taking pictures of Tuti.
Word Count: 1,366
Notes: Just a short fic inspired in part by this post by fencer_x, and in general by Nagayan's wonderfully relentless Burimyu picspam. ♥
They're on the train, heading back from a day spent reacquainting themselves with their Tokyo work schedules and the quirks of the rehearsal space, already starting to beat the paths to and from rehearsals and home and the performance hall that will become second nature again soon enough.
After nearly two solid weeks spent on the road, being back here again feels really good, as if something essential has slotted back into place again.
Takashi looks thoughtful, head bent forward over his phone so far that the brim of his hat is practically hiding his eyes. Tuti nudges him with his shoulder, feeling an inexplicable rush of home and mine that would probably be embarrassing, except that almost half his face is hidden by his face mask, so if he's blushing, which he might just be, Takashi will be none the wiser.
He eventually pulls the mask down below his chin though, and nudges Takashi again, harder this time.
"You know sometimes I think you're going to go into withdrawal after this show is over," Tuti says, gesturing towards Takashi's phone.
"Wouldn't be the first time, right?"
Takashi answers without looking up, but he leans into the touch a little, and the slight shift brings his eyes into focus, just enough so that Tuti can see the tiny gleam of amusement there.
"You've been flipping through those pictures ever since we got on the train. All this is pretty over-the-top, even for you, don’t you think?"
Takashi smiles, but is silent for a moment.
"I just want to make sure we don't forget anything, you know?” he finally says, meeting Tuti’s eyes. “We don't know when we'll all be together like this again and...” Takashi sighs. “I don’t know, it's just that this is kind of it, you know?"
"Yeah, well..."
"And last time we did this, I think I regretted..." Tuti raises his eyebrows a little, as Takashi trails off. "I don’t know. Not having more memories to look back on, maybe," he finishes.
"So you regretted not documenting every waking moment of our lives backstage?” Tuti teases. “Having just one shot of Eiji's ass hanging out of his costume instead of ten?"
Takashi’s face brightens and he laughs loudly. "Yeah, maybe."
"Well there’s no danger of that this time at least."
Tuti leans in close over Takashi's shoulder, pressing against his back a little, trying to get a better angle on the screen, but mostly just wanting to be closer to Takashi.
"Oi, back off~" Takashi says, but he doesn't make any moves to actually push Tuti away, so Tuti stays, feeling the warmth coming off of Takashi's neck as the train jostles them back and forth a little.
He knows what Takashi means though, about this being it--there's so much that they all share, doing a show like this, he doesn't really want to think about it coming to an end either. And Takashi's pictures make things feel more immediate, somehow, less final. Tuti looks down again at the glow from Takashi’s phone, and something catches his eye.
"Is that Shougo-san?" He leans closer, squinting at the unfamiliar image. "Why didn't you post this?"
"Well, I liked this one better."
Takashi pulls up an image that Tuti recognizes as having made the cut, and grins.
"Yeah, I see your point. This one really captures that 'cool' image, you know?"
"Exactly."
Takashi scrolls through a few more photos, and then hands Tuti his phone.
"There are a lot more here than what I've posted. If you're curious," he adds with a smirk, settling back, and finally giving Tuti a half-hearted little shrug-off as he reclaims his personal space, and closes his eyes.
There’s a lot to be seen, and Tuti takes them all in--the silly staged shots with Takashi and Gaku and the rest of the guys, the sneaky shots of the girls through the door of their dressing room, a lot that involve nothing but Takashi's face against a variety of backdrops, from Tokyo to Fukuoka and back again. There were even a good number of the staff featured here, and some of their director; a surprising number of kakushitori shashin too, of every single member of the cast. Hell, when he thought about it, he hadn't realized Takashi had taken half of what he was looking at here.
"You've really outdone yourself this time, you know that?"
Takashi opens his eyes and glances over at Tuti. "Why thank you, I'll take that as a compliment." Takashi smiles, but his face is a little unreadable. "You've taken your fair share too."
"Oh come on, I don't even come close."
"No, you really don't." Takashi grins. “But that’s as it should be, of course.”
Tuti rolls his eyes, then blinks down in surprise at the next photo. He leans forward, elbows on his knees.
"What?"
"I don't remember this one.”
Takashi leans over, resting his chin on Tuti's shoulder for a moment to glance at the screen, and it shouldn't matter, but after an entire day spent in each other's company having to be careful and observant of personal space at all times, it's always nice, these few moments at the end of the day when they can just relax, whether it's on the train, or in the corner of a crowded izakaya, or sandwiched between Eiji and Tacchan on one of those too-comfortable plush couches in a hotel lobby somewhere.
He feels Takashi chuckle a little.
"Hmm, no, I guess you wouldn't."
When Takashi doesn't offer anything else, and just settles back next to Tuti, he finds himself smiling.
There really isn't anything all that strange or unique about the picture--Tuti's alone in their dressing room back in Fukuoka, probably before one of the dress rehearsals. He's reading over his script, something he always likes to do backstage at least once before opening night, and he looks completely focused, quiet.
Takashi hadn't posted this one though. Not the first one, or any of the other practically identical incarnations that follow it.
"There are like..." he counts, scrolling through the images, "eight...no, nine of me here? How did you manage to get these?"
"I have my ways~" Takashi smiles. "Besides, I didn't want to bother you. We all know hard it is for you to focus on anything backstage."
"And whose fault is that?"
Takashi just grins. He leans over and grabs his phone from Tuti, quickly scrolling through a few of the images of Tuti with his script.
"This one's my favorite," Takashi says, pointing at the screen and smiling. "You look so calm. Content, even."
Tuti looks at the photo. He's looking up from his script in the picture, staring forward, still intent, but... Takashi's right, he looks absolutely content. As if he completely belongs where he is in that exact moment--in a dressing room a couple hundred of kilometers from home, with a script in his hand, probably waiting for Takashi to get there so that they can go catch a quick meal before rehearsals start up again. Tuti smiles.
"Yeah, I guess I do."
Tuti stares at the image again, and thinks back to the dozens of other photos he just scrolled past, realizing that each one probably captured something unique like this.
"You're really good at this, you know?" Tuti says. He’s a little surprised that he never noticed it before.
“At what? Taking pictures of you?”
“Well, that too, but… All of these--they’re all really good.”
"Hmm..." Takashi smiles a little, looking pleased. "A hidden talent, maybe?"
"Try a not-so-hidden one."
Takashi just laughs. “Right.”
Tuti chuckles, nodding and then there's a moment of silence, just the sounds of the train and idle chatter from the other passengers filling in the spaces around them.
And then Tuti asks, because he's suddenly really curious, "So the one of me with the script, you didn't want post it?"
Takashi looks thoughtful for a moment, then smiles. "Nah."
Tuti grins. "And do you keep all the best ones for yourself, or only the ones of me?"
Takashi just grins back a little deviously, and Tuti knows he’s hit the nail on the head.
***