theme # 24- group picture
They all looked over the pictures. They were all laid out and the photographer looked smug.
Last week, K had scheduled a photo shoot for the band. They had gone and done it and now they were able to see the pictures. But Hiro kept noticing one thing…
"Hey, Suguru," he said. Suguru looked up from one picture and glanced at Hiro.
"Yes?"
"You're not smiling in the pictures." Suguru looked down and raised an eyebrow.
"Yes, I am." And it was true. In each picture, he was smiling.
Hiro shook his head. "Not really. They're all fake."
Suguru scowled darkly. "Yeah, because of that stupid photographer…" he trailed off.
Hiro frowned as he remembered. The photographer had let them wear what they want so they would be comfortable. Suguru had worn a simple blue button up with a small black vest over it and a pair of black pants. The photographer had spent a while before the photo shoot picking out every flaw with the outfit.
Suddenly, he reached out and poked Suguru in the side. "You need to smile more," he said to the smaller boy.
Suguru gave him a look, before he turned away, not saying anything. Hiro poked him again and Suguru jumped.
Hiro grinned. "You're ticklish aren't you?" he asked, poking Suguru again.
Once again, Suguru jumped back slightly. "No," he said, cheeks tinting pink.
Hiro's grin turned evil. "Yes you are." Suguru's eyes widened, but before he could get away, Hiro grabbed his wrist and started running his fingers over Suguru's side.
Suguru started laughing and tried to push Hiro away but Hiro still had a grip on the keyboardist's wrist. Suguru doubled over, laughing still, cheeks pink like freshly bloomed carnations.
They fell to the ground, and Hiro straddles the younger boy, grinning evilly, and continued to tickle the boy. Neither noticed the clicking of a camera.
A few minutes passed and Hiro finally let up. Suguru's cheeks were flushed, his breaths coming in erratic gasps, and tears were gathered in the corners of his eyes. A real smile covered his face.
"That's better," Hiro commented, helping the younger boy up.
"What?"
"Your smile. It's not fake." Suguru shook his head, still smiling.
A week later K walked into the conference room, holding a large envelope. He opened it up and spread several pictures on the table. They were all of Hiro and Suguru, the guitarist tickling the younger boy. Suguru blushed and Hiro grinned.
"The photographer said he couldn't pass an opportunity like that," K said.
Hiro picked one up and looked at the true smile on Suguru's face in the photo. Then he looked up at Suguru, and then smiled at the real grin on Suguru's face. The one in the photo looked good, but the real life one was better.