❤︎︎Wanted as a criminal❤︎︎ {KazuScara}

Chapter 4. Lights, Camera, Action

"So... Scaramouche and Kazuha you two need to be at least close in these photos or people would think you hate each other which isn't true!" My boss says before pointing me over to the racks of clothing.

I make my way over to the countless clothes and sigh. Hearing the doors open, I look back and see the photographer walk into the room and begin to set up.

My feet carry me over to my photographer, "Hey uhmmm... What do I wear? Cause there are so many pieces here in the collection." I ask as I glance at Scaramouche who is sitting on the couch on his phone, clearly not wanting to take part in this.

The photographer looks at me and rolls her eyes, "So now you're an idiot? It's obviously going to be the new one."

I look down at the ground and see Scaramouche look up from his phone for a split moment. I walk over to the hangers containing the new Valentines collection and I take it off the hanger.

"Scaramouche... come on, let's just get this over with." I say as I look over at the young man. He looks up at me and stands up before making his way over to the hangers and takes his off the hanger.

He looks at me for a second before rushing off to go change. He comes back, slightly smiling, "Y'know, this actually isn't half as bad!" He looks over at my manager and she gives him a nod. Scaramouche sits back down onto the couch to wait for me.

My photographer looks up and at Scaramouche before her face lights up, "Now that's a worthy person to be on camera! You look ten times better than Kazuha here!"

I glance at Scaramouche and I see him glaring at my photographer. Sighing, I leave to the bathroom to change. After coming back I get my outfit quickly touched up before stepping up in the shooting area.

The photographer looks into the camera and at me before she sighs with annoyance, "Kaedehara, did you gain weight? This is absolutely unacceptable! How can anyone focus on the collection if you're taking up the whole screen? Did you not listen at all at your last session?"

Just as I'm about to speak, I hear Scaramouche growl and I see him put his phone onto the couch before he comes up to my photographer and looks her up and down, "What is your problem? Who the actual hell do you think you are?" He asks.

My photographer looks at him and narrows her eyes.

Scaramouche doesn't let her speak and instead continues, "What makes you think you have the privilege to treat one of your most highest and popular models like shit? Without him, your company would fall down leaving you all in debt," He leans closer to her and narrows his eyes.

My boss looks at the both of them and then glances at me before giving me a nervous smile which I quickly return. I turn my attention back to the two fighting right in front of me.

"Uhm, excuse you? Who do you think—" My photographer begins but Scaramouche immediately cuts her off, "I didn't ask to be excused. You called him fat! Well, sorry to break it to you doll-face but you're not any better, to tell you the truth; I think you're even worse!"

The photographer looks like she's about to tackle Scaramouche but my boss immediately spilts them up and turns to Scaramouche, "Hey, since you're already up and running why not actually take part in what you've been assigned? Remember, I'm making you both do this Valentine's day shoot because it will make the LGBTQ community happy to see two celebrities modelling for Valentine's day."

Scaramouche looks at my boss for a second before he glances at me and sighs. I look at him with pleading eyes and grin when he agrees.

Scaramouche steps up in front of the camera and is of course told to be at least close enough to me.
We start the shoot and all goes good except him complaining and whining every time one of the poses is to have us holding each other.

Once we leave the studio I look at Scaramouche with a smile, "Thank you for sticking up for me like that back there."

"Yeah, whatever. That whore was just annoying me, don't think I did that for you." He says as he crosses his arms and looks up at me with narrowed eyes, "Don't expect that to happen again."

I look Scaramouche up and down before noticing that he was slightly shivering which is when I noticed it was definitely a bit chilly outside now that it was getting dark. I took my purple hoodie off and shoved it into Scaramouche's hands. "Take it. It's freezing out here. No need for you to catch a cold."

"Woah. No. I'm not taking your disgusting sweater, I'm not a charity case." He said as he handed back but I didn't take it.

I pushed back, "I insist, it's getting cold and you're wearing a sleeveless shirt. Just take it." I grinned.

Scaramouche groaned and finally took it and put it on. He scowled but then after rolling his eyes, he sighed, "Whatever..." I smiled at his response.

"Hey, can I have your number so we can maybe hang out sometime soon?" I ask the boy in front of me. He seems to hesitate for a moment before snatching my phone out of my hand and typing it in. I smile at the sight.

When he gives me my phone back. I give Scaramouche a thumbs up and turn around to go home. As I walk, I think about him. I can clearly remember his fluffy-looking indigo hair, his shimmering midnight blue eyes, but mainly...

That random dead jasmine flower tucked into his shirt.

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If anyone is wondering, no I did not write this chapter in February. I just thought it would make more sense for them to do a couple-like shoot if it was during a month based all around love. Also, about the LGBTQ+ thing... just so I don't get any hate or maybe confused people, I'm not homophobic!!! Even though it's pretty obvious since I write stories all about two men falling into love with each other. But I still thought I should confirm that just in case. Also, I'm not saying this because I already got hate from people, I just believed I should mention it.

Well I still hope everyone enjoyed this chapter!!

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