Sweet
The camera panned across a glittering sandy beach, focusing on the palm trees and gentle waves before focusing back in on the star - Ken Ichijouji. He wore lavender trunks with a lilac button up shirt, slightly open to expose his stomach, and a bright smile. He turned to take a sip out of a can of soda, then let out a refreshed sigh and turned back to the camera.
"Even I need a moment to recover now and again," Ken said as he held up the can, brandishing its name - SweetPop, in bright pink over a green background. "Sweetie Pop has everything I need - great taste, low calories, and enough energy to keep me going!"
At that moment, a loud shout echoed through the set. "Cut!"
Ken looked over to the director, who stood up from his chair and smiled brightly at the boy genius. The scenery was in fact a set in a studio, a small sandbox of white sand with a potted palm tree while the waves were nothing more than a backdrop.
"Fantastic, Ichijouji! As always!" the director said.
"Thank you," Ken said, his smile easy-going. "I'm glad you approve."
"Ten minute break," announced a woman as she approached the boy genius, though her eyes were focused on her notebook in front of her. It was Ken's manager, Noriko. Her shoulder-length, neatly trimmed brown hair barely swayed in the artificial breeze as she strode through the piles of sand, despite wearing heels and a black business dress. Her black eyes didn't look up from her notebook, managing an air of professionalism. "This way, Ken."
Ken smiled at his manager and turned to bow at the director before he followed after Noriko, who had already begun walking off without even waiting for confirmation from her charge. The two crossed the studio before heading to Ken's private dressing room. She moved one hand to open the door, holding it open so that the boy genius could slip inside, before she shut it firmly behind her.
As soon as the door slammed shut, Ken grimaced and gagged. Tossing the can he had been holding in the trash, the boy genius stuck his tongue out.
"Bleeeghhhhhhhh!" Ken choked out, the sound completely unexpected from the boy.
Noriko didn't seem fazed, instead grabbing a bottle of water and offering it to Ken.
Ken quickly took the bottle and proceeded to rinse his mouth out, spitting it into the sink in the nearby bathroom. "Disgusting… it's so disgusting!"
"Your poker face has gotten better," Noriko said as she wrote on her notebook.
"It's so filled with sugar - and fake sugar at that! Why not just dump an entire bag in some water and guzzle that!?" Ken demanded, before he gulped down the water. "There'd be less chemicals, for one!"
"Some people like sickeningly sweet," Noriko said, finally lifting her head to meet Ken's gaze. She paused as the boy genius deadpanned and held out a fresh can to her. "No, thank you. I'm not thirsty."
"That's what I thought." Ken said, dryly.