Picture Perfect

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One of Makoto's favorite hobbies lately was collecting pictures, in fact, he has a whole album in his phone already reaching the number of 2,000+ photos. However, he doesn't just collect or take pictures of anything. There was one subject he was overly fond of, the one person who's captivated him since the start and continues to captivate him for as long as their relationship continues and maybe even more than that; his boyfriend, Nakahara Chuuya.

Chuuya's looks were god tier, absolutely out of this world. Makoto sometimes jokes about it, saying it was to be expected of a half-God. He loves complimeting the ginger as much as he could and not only because seeing him blush beet red and get flustered was adorable, but also for the reason that he's just being honest with his feelings. Makoto adored how Chuuya could look cool and composed and beautiful no matter what state he'd be in—especially messed up beneath him but he'd never admit thay out loud.

Proof of his interest in the older male's outer appearance would be the one album that's already filled with 2,000+ photos and they were only of none other than Chuuya. Some of them were selfies taken together during their dates or simple hang outs in each other's apartments. But most of them were solo shots of Chuuya, a few were stolen shots of him sleeping, eating or just sitting in the sofa either engrossed on a book or simply relaxing.

Makoto captures every opportunity he can especially since not every moment lasts for long. He wants to savior a souvenier of all the moments he gets to spend with Chuuya even if through a simple photo.

"Tachibana-kun!" the brunette hears his name called and as he turns around, he finds one of his classmates, Hinata, running after him "I'm glad I caught up to you! Are you busy right now? Any more classes or do you need to go to your part-time?" Hinata asks as he nears the taller male.

"Eh? Ah, no. I don't really have anything else to do. The kids' exams are coming up so they need to take a few days off from the Swim Club. Why do you ask?" Makoto responds.

"Perfect! Then, can I ask you a favor?" Hinata smiles, eyes gleaming at him.

"A favor? I guess so. What do you need help with?"

"See, the Photography Club is in a tight pinch since they need to submit their shots for an upcoming event until tonight. Sadly, their model caught a cold so they're in need of a replacement." Hinata explains.

"A replacement?" Makoto blinks a few moments before realization hits him on what his friend was asking him to do "Wai—are you saying you suggested that I model for their shoot?!" Makoto asks, disbelief in his tone as a light blush begins to visibly appear in his cheeks.

"Yup! Please, Tachibana-kun! You're the only one I know perfect for the role!" Hinata pleads, even going as far as doing a 45° bow to show his sincerity.

"E-Eh... but I'm not..." Makoto feels himself caught in a pinch. He doesn't really mind, but he's just embarrassed of the idea of having to pose or show his physique for others to see. The promotional announcement and video they'd done in Iwatobi proves how terrible he was when it came to such things. He tends to blush beet red, stutter or tremble. But, he didn't want to turn down a classmate in need. It's not that he wasn't capable of it so there's really no reason to turn them down.

"Don't worry, we promise never to leak any of the photos and will only use it for this event! Also, we'll gladly pay you back for your time and service to us. Please, Tachibana-kun!" the desperation in Hinata's voice was starting to make Makoto feel guilty and a weird sensation was already building up in his chest.

In the end, Makoto accepts the offer to help with a sigh. And he felt more at ease of the decision after he'd seen the gloomy state of the Photography Club; they were all filled with such despair that the moment Makoto entered the room and Hinata announced his acceptance of the offer, he felt their heavy weight lift up immediately.

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