Theatre Kids are Annoying
kurodai week day… 4? Yeah, 4!
prompt: entertainment industry
warnings: suggestive, cursing, maybe a few grammatical errors? I proofread but some stuff slips by
a/n: whew! This was a long one! It kinda drained me, so now i don’t want to write day 5 :’( but I’m working on it anyways! And as a theatre kid myself i can confirm the title is accurate. Disclaimer, i have never been in a movie and I’m pretty sure all this info is either from the sims 4 actor career or the behind the scenes Descendants movies’ stuff lmao
As a special effects costumer, Daichi had worked with many actors, famous and not. He was never really paid attention to, he just helped the actors with their CGI suits and whatnot.
So he should’ve known something was up when the well-known actor, Kuroo Tetsurou, asked for him specifically to help him out with his costume. But, he didn’t pay it much mind, as long as he got paid and the costumes looked good in the final film.
Kuroo already had his hair and makeup done, although no one ever did anything with his hair for films anymore. No matter what, it always stood up all over the place. Occasionally he was wigged, but he was literally a space cop, so his hair could be as wacky as he wanted. Now Daichi just had to finish the look with his costume.
Kuroo spun around in his trailer chair, doing something on his phone. Maybe he was texting his co-star and best friend, who was known publicly as Kodzuken.
“So, Daichi, right? That’s a nice name,” he complimented, setting his phone-face-down on the vanity. Daichi decided to not correct him to use his last name, since he was famous and could have him fired at any time.
“Thank you. So, your agent, Yaku, gave us your measurements a while back, but just so you know, we may need to make adjustments as we didn’t have you available when we were making the pieces.”
“You could’ve asked if you wanted me so badly,” he answered, smirking. Even after several years of practice, it took all of Daichi’s self control not to roll his eyes.
“Right. So here are the shoulder plates, they stick out, as you can see, so make sure not to run into anyone with these. They have a strap so they go under your armpit, so they will probably be a bit uncomfortable, but I’m sure you’re expecting that with your years of experience in this industry.”
“You’re way too professional, calm down, I asked for you specifically, you don’t have to worry that I’m going to get you fired or report you for something,” he assured Daichi. The brunette raised a brow. “I’m serious. Business casual.”
“Okay. Here’s your spandex suit, this goes on under everything.” Daichi handed Kuroo the small-looking black fabric. “It’s like the foundation, so all your other pieces will go on top. It’ll kind of show too, since the rest of the costume is armor.”
“Aren’t you supposed to help me, Daichi?” Kuroo asked, brow cocked in question. Daichi was shocked, to say the least.
“With the spandex? No. Absolutely not.” Kuroo pouted slightly. “Do you think Kodzuken would want someone to do everything for him?”
“Kenma’s independant like that.”
“No, you put it on yourself. I’m going to get the rest of your costume.” Technically he should’ve brought it all already, but Kuroo was already in the trailer when Daichi arrived with the spandex and shoulder guards, so he started introducing the pieces.
He left before Kuroo could argue. Before he went to get the costume like he said he would, he went to the buffet table for a coffee, deciding he deserved (and really needed) it.
“How’s Kuroo treating ya?” One of Daichi’s fellow costumers and friends, Kita, asked, grabbing a bowl of salad.
“He’s… quite the flirt, actually.” Daichi shook his head before taking a sip. “He also asked me to help him put on his spandex suit? Oh, but before that he called me by my first name, and I’ve literally never spoken to the guy before today. And called me out for being to professional? He said ‘business casual’ or something, it’s so stupid.” Kita gave Daichi a bewildered look.
“I’ve never heard of him acting like that.”
“Do people talk about him a lot?”
“I guess ya could say that. He’s something like a heartthrob among our fellow behind-the-scenes workers and fans alike. Sure, he doesn’t care for formality, but this is a little odd.”
“Tell me about it,” Daichi groaned. Kita snickered. “What now?” Daichi wondered aloud after taking another sip of his coffee.
“He asked for ya specifically, right?” Daichi nodded. “Maybe he likes ya.” Daichi choked.
“No, we’ve never worked together and I’m not that popular.”
“Are ya kidding? Sugawara’s been hyping ya up recently,” Kita chuckled. Daichi stared like he’d grown another head. “He thinks ya need a partner. Yer too work-centered and single. I say Kuroo heard Sugawara talking about yer thighs and good looks and decided to give ya a try.” Daichi rolled his eyes.
“As if. I swear, I’m about ready to swap actor assignments with you or Suga.” Kita sighed fondly at his friend’s antics.
“Oh well. Ya should probably get back to him before he goes looking for ya,” he teased. Daichi thanked the gods for the opportunity to leave and get the rest of Kuroo’s costume. Curse all the people who said Kita was a sweetheart, he’s just as bad a a tease as Suga.
Balancing all the armor plates and the box containing the fragile head pieces, Daichi opened the trailer door.
“You’re back! I was starting to think you’d left me on purpose!” Kuroo teased, not knowing how right he was. He was sitting in the chair again, legs crossed at the knee, covered head-to-toe in the black suit. It was rather thick so it wouldn’t be see-through when pulled tight, so it must’ve been hot.
“Now why would I do that?” Daichi sarcastically remarked. “I got a coffee on my way down and chatted with a friend, not that it matters. You don’t actually need to be ready for another hour and a half.”
“Great, that’s plenty of time for you to tell me a little about yourself,” He exclaimed, leaning his chin on his hand, elbow perched on the arm of the chair.
“Nope, that’s just enough time to make adjustments to the costume if we need to. Get on the shoulder pads. Actually, no, stand up, I should inspect the suit.” Smirking, Kuroo obliged. Daichi scanned how it fit snugly (definitely not checking the actor out) before walking around behind him.
He fiddled with the zipper a bit, making it less noticeable, when Kuroo murmured, “I bet you’re excited to take this off me later.” Daichi retracted his hands, face growing hot as he walked back over to the table by the door where he’d left the rest of the costume.
“I hope you know you’re not very good at gambling, then.”
“I’ve actually never lost a bet.” Daichi rolled his eyes. ‘Of course not,’ he thought as he handed Kuroo the shoulder and arm guards.
“And you’ve never tried taming your hair either, I can see.” Kuroo’s expressions morphed from smug to pained in an instant, probably a skill he learned as an actor.
“I’ve tried! It’s naturally like that!” He yelled.
“Yes, and oranges are actually neon green.”
“I’m serious! I can’t fall asleep without two pillows smashed against the sides of my head and it forced my hair like that! It’s been like that for years, actually, probably since middle school at the least.” Daichi chuckled.
“Oh, I probably should’ve had you put on the chest plate first, your movements are a bit restricted with the arm and leg pieces.” Kuroo shot him a blank stare before lighting up.
“Oh, you could put it on for me!”
“Oh my gods, it’s like you’ve never felt human touch before,” Daichi groaned, but he obliged just because it was easier than having Kuroo take off and put back on the arm guards.
“Thank you, Daichi!” He sang.
“Yeah, yeah, it’s just because I get paid to do this, don’t get any ideas.”
“I am great at coming up with ideas.”
Ignoring him, Daichi continued, “Okay, the upper body pieces fit well from what I can tell, is there any discomfort other than the usual itchiness or heat?”
“Yeah, it’s like, burning in here.”
“Oh, wait, that’s just because you’re still so close, you know, you’re really hot,” Kuroo started relatively normally before adding the last part in a whisper.
“I wonder how long it would take to get a restraining order,” Daichi mused. Kuroo gasped.
“You wound me! Now I’m sad, and my performance won’t be as good because of you!”
“You’re an actor, act like you’re fine. And put on the leg pieces. And… this,” he mumbled, handing Kuroo the groin piece.
“I can’t really bend down with this torso armor.” Daichi would’ve screamed. “Cinderella me,” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows.
“I’ll loosen the chest piece so you can move easier, you’re putting on the rest yourself.” This time, Kuroo didn’t argue. ‘Thank the gods.’
“I’ll be back.” Daichi left again, not wanting to be in there any longer. ‘Why is Kuroo’s shitty flirting actually kind of effective?’ Knocking on Kodzuken’s trailer door, he was greeted by Suga.
“Daichi! What’s up? Wait, one sec,” he turned around, “Kenma, can Daichi come in to chat for a sec?”
“Yeah, sure,” he heard the co-star mumble. Suga opened the door wider and Daichi thanked him, sitting on the empty couch in the far corner. Kodzuken was sitting in his own spinny chair, playing on his Nintendo Switch, already in his ordinary space-civilian costume and makeup, the bleached portion of his hair temporarily dyed lavender for the role.
“Is Kuroo being a pain?” He asked.
“Hm, strange,” Suga hummed, running his fingers through Kodzuken’s soft hair.
“Kita told me it was your fault.” Suga gasped.
“And I’m not too work-centered. Or lonely.”
“But you’re single, and getting to be an old man.”
“We’re the same age, idiot.”
“What was Kuroo doing?” Kodzuken queried, though he sounded uninterested. That, or fed up with Kuroo’s bullshit, which Daichi thought was very understandable.
“Flirting. Lots of it. He wanted me to dress him too.” Kodzuken scoffed.
“He never listens to me, this is why people get fed up with him.”
“No.” When Daichi realized Kodzuken wasn’t going to elaborate he sighed and stood.
“He should be done getting the rest of his armor on, I’m going to go make sure it all fits. And then probably come back, if he lets me go again. Thanks for the chat, Suga, Kodzuken-“
“Kenma, please, everyone calls me Kenma.”
He opened the door to leave as Kuroo was leaving his own trailer. He now had his ‘hover boots’- ‘Seriously, what kind of movie is this?’ -and his eye pieces and around-the-head gear on, and he was fiddling with the fake keypad on his inner wrist.
“I was going to come looking for you. It all fits well, it’s all great.”
“Perfect, um…” Daichi looked at his watch. “You have roughly a half hour before they want you on set.
“Go get makeup touch-ups.” Kuroo whined in response.
“If I’m ‘so hot’ then surely you’re sweating your makeup off.” Kuroo’s eyes widened slightly before he grinned, revealing his (sharp?) white teeth. He tipped his head and started the other way.
“Simp!” Suga yelled from the doorway of Kenma’s trailer.
“Shut up! This is all your fault!”
“Daichi you simp for me?” Kuroo called from down the paved path.
“Hm, I don’t believe you!”
“Of course you don’t!” Daichi sighed, massaging his temples once Kuroo was out of his field of vision. “Where’s Hinata? He’s fairly new, I should make sure he’s doing okay.”
“Hinata? Like Shoyo the light technician?” Kenma asked. He was now standing just beside Daichi.
“Yeah… him.” Daichi nodded.
“I’m looking for him too. He should be by the set.” They starting walking and Suga followed behind them.
“Yeah, he was a friend I met in high school, he got me into acting. He was always the light technician, and said I should do theatre so one day he could put a spotlight on me.” Kenma chuckled softly. “We went to different schools, so it never happened, but if I ever do stage acting, maybe it will in the future.”
“And you’re friends with Suga now?”
“Oh yeah, we gossiped about that one actor, Oikawa! You know, the one who just had a huge wedding in Argentina?” Suga gushed.
“Yeah, no, never heard of him-“
“And Kenma does his own makeup and hair because he’s talented like that, so we talked about that stuff and I touched up his blush a bit. He was looking dead.”
“I told you, I don’t usually do blush because I always add too much and look like an egirl.”
“Okay but that’s cute! Wouldn’t you rather look a little feverish than dead?” Kenma rolled his eyes and shrugged.
“I guess. But not for a movie.”
“Kenma!” Hinata yelled from the buffet table.
“Hey, Shoyo,” Kenma greeted softly as he maneuvered toward the ginger. They started engaging in a conversation about Animal Crossing that Daichi didn’t understand. Suga walked over to Kita to lecture him about snitching about his matchmaker plans, leaving Daichi alone. Or so he thought.
“Fancy seeing you here, Daichi.” The brunette closed his eyes, taking a deep breath before he turned around.
“Kuroo, I work here. And so do you.”
“15 minutes!” The director called.
“Thank you, 15!” The actors repeated.
“Well, what should we do for the next quarter-hour?” Kuroo grinned.
“Why don’t you talk with your friends.”
“Are we not friends, Daichi?” He didn’t respond. “You’re right! Friends don’t have the bond we have, do they?” Daichi scoffed. “Promise me this, Daichi,” he requested, voice low and eyes piercing. Daichi turned toward Kuroo, curious about his newfound serious attitude. “After we wrap shooting today, go out for dinner with me.” Daichi raised a brow.
“Because,” Kuroo said thoughtfully as he shrugged. “Why not? We’ll both be starving after today, buffet or not, and I really do want to get to know you.” Daichi pondered, blush spreading on his cheeks.
“You’re right, why not? I guess I’ll go. But you’re paying, you make more from one movie than I do in 3.”
“Fine by me.” His smile was cat-like.
“You should go warm up your voice and body. Go stretch or something.” He suggested, nudging Kuroo toward the large green screen.
“So eager to get rid of me already?”
“Already? I’ve wanted a break from you since we met!”
“Get out there, Mr. sci-fi movie star.” Kuroo pouted, but slowly moved toward the set, glancing back every so often, hoping Daichi would change his mind. He didn’t.
But he couldn’t deny he was excited for dinner later that night.
