Part 5!! Things are going well. Magazines are selling, things are getting better for Toto and Ron. Ron offers Toto a little rest - to go for a week to the country house he inherited from his father. Toto certainly doesn't refuse. They spend a whole week alone together, far from the bustle of the city, from work and responsibilities. They both sincerely enjoy every moment spent together. They literally do not leave each other's side the whole time, as if trying to satisfy all the tactile hunger accumulated over their entire lives. They swim in the pool, play billiards (or rather, Toto plays, while Ron desperately tries to snatch at least one more kiss from him). In the morning, they push each other in the kitchen, preparing breakfast. It is at this moment that Toto realizes how great Ron's obsession with kuromitsu is and desperately tries to save his food from him. In the evening, they read books out loud together, constantly arguing about the characters and the plot. Ron realized for the first time how pleasant it was to return to a warm bed. Toto looked at his reflection in someone else's shining eyes for the first time.
"Love is our legacy," Ron said.
Toto nodded, still looking into his eyes. "All that will be left of us is love," he closed his eyes, resting his chin on his folded hands on the pillow. Ron nodded back. A sharp pang of regret stabbed inside his heart. "That's a bittersweet thought, don't you think?" he said, reaching his hand up to Toto's forehead, brushing away the fallen strands of hair with a soft, gentle touch.
Toto didn't even flinch when he felt Ron's hot hands touching him. He shook his head with a sad smile. "Everything about love is always bittersweet," he opened his eyes and finally looked at Ron. His gaze expressed calm, and with it the same bitterness, the same regret that settled inside Ron. And neither of them knew the reason for such feelings. "Neither you nor I have had the opportunity to know what true love is. And all we have is this small bedroom. But right now we are talking about love, and I have no regrets that I am lying with you in this bed and not somewhere else," he said this and the smile suddenly disappeared from his face, seriousness appeared in his eyes. "Maybe this is the closest we've ever come to true love. Maybe this is love too." Toto suddenly turned away, lying on his back, and looked at the ceiling, as if all his questions might be answered there. Ron's gaze was still glued to his face. "What difference does it make if 'love' is just a word?" Ron chuckled as usual, and after that, another feeling appeared inside Toto. Peace. "And just as a simple bug loves the sun, I can love you." Toto's breath caught for a second right after these words. He moved his gaze from the ceiling to Ron's face. He reached for his hair and pushed the fringe away from his eyes, just like he had done hundreds of times before, only this time his hands were shaking. Toto finally found his eyes. Heaven really was a bedroom. Part 7 is here!
can't sleep. thinking about rontoto. toto was ron's light when ron would lose heart. now when toto is losing heart, ron's going to be toto's light. it all makes sense. they are each other's light. when things appear bleak, they'll be alright as long as they've got each other.
Real Stolitz fans know this.
Edit : You don't necessarily have to be a Stolitz fan to know this.
"He... didn't yell at me this time... he.. usually does when im in trouble.. he helps me too.."
"What? Did they fight?"
Sweet wedding kiss
no one knows the trouble, honey that we’ve been through.
For Toto, photography was a true passion. He was incredibly inspired by the idea of leaving in eternity that fleeting moment that seemed never to be repeated. He looked around at the world and wanted others to see the world through his eyes.
But despite all his love for his occupation, he couldn't turn his hobby into his main job. He had to get by with constant part-time jobs, after which he had less and less time for photography.
And so it went on until, completely by chance, he drew his lucky ticket.
Toto never photographed people. To him, any photo sessions seemed artificial, unnatural and alienating, and his conscience did not allow him to photograph people on the sly on the street. Only once, completely by chance, while photographing the buildings around him, a young man relaxing in a cafe got into the lens of his camera. Everything in his pose, in his face, in his measured and confident gestures fascinated Toto. It was as if he was created to be in the lens of a camera, his whole being spoke of it.
It was only when he looked up from his own camera that Toto noticed that this handsome stranger was looking straight at him. There was something simple but mesmerizing in his gaze. Toto had no choice but to walk towards him.
He apologized for accidentally disturbing his rest and asked if he could take a few more photos. To his great surprise, the stranger waved his hand with absolute calm and allowed it. There was a slight smile on his lips all this time.
Toto was absolutely fascinated by how easy and simple the stranger felt while he was photographing him. He looked completely casually, not at all embarrassed by all the attention. It was as if he knew exactly what part of himself he needed to show.
And when he asked to meet again, Toto had no reason to refuse him. That's how he met Ron.
They meet over and over again. Toto cannot resist his desire to take as many photos with Ron as possible, because he sees the ideal in this. He always fits perfectly into the frame, the light falls on him perfectly, and even his untidy tousled hair seems perfect to Toto. Ron never refuses, fulfilling Toto's every whim.
Each meeting ends with long conversations about everything. It's as if Toto has found his soulmate, although they are absolute opposites. But how else can he describe this feeling, similar to the smell of home and hot coffee in the morning? Ron is like cold sheets smelling of powder, which are so nice to wrap yourself in.
Ron, as he later learns, also takes a couple of photos of him when Toto himself is not looking. He says he likes how peaceful Toto looks when he's sleeping or talking passionately, even though his face can't be seen, his whole body relaxes and it looks great.
At one of the meetings, Toto plucks up the courage to ask if he can post the photos they took on his social media. Ron agrees, although he hides a sly smile in a cup of tea.
This is how Toto finds out that all this time he has been working with a world-famous model who has not appeared on a magazine cover for several years. This news shocks him so much that he does not pay attention to the success that these photos bring him.
When he asks Ron why he has never told him who he really is, he just waves it off. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you,” he says, but that only makes Toto feel like an even bigger idiot. Of course, now it makes sense why Ron acted so confidently while working.
But in the end, Ron reveals his true motives. He says he kept quiet only because as long as Toto treated him like a regular guy on the street, there was no awkwardness between them. As long as they both simply enjoyed working with each other, he too felt the same passion as Toto, after he had quit a job five years earlier that brought him no pleasure.
Ron calls him his muse. Because for him, Toto becomes the one who reminds him of why he devoted most of his life to this work, why he once liked it so much.
And while he knows that Toto's eyes are watching him closely on the other side of the lens, he finally feels alive.
Part Three!
Toto grew up in a deeply religious and conservative family.
His father was the founder and owner of the BLUE publishing house. He always kept everything strictly, which allowed him to keep the business going even in the most difficult times.
His mother was a simple housewife who was desperately trying to escape to a better life.
Toto was naive and kind from childhood. He forgave a lot, when he was fooled - he believed, he did not respond to evil with the same evil. His father never liked this, he wanted to raise a real man in him, ready to continue his publishing business. After all, their magazine collaborated with many politicians, and for this you need a calculating mind and a cold heart.
As a punishment, Toto was whipped on the calves. A place that no one would see, but which the boy himself never forgot.
His parents were killed in their own home. Toto was with them that evening, but he miraculously escaped - they simply didn't notice him in the closet. He was barely 7 years old at the time.
Toto still wears his father's suits, despite the fact that many of them had to be taken in, because he never grew to his father's height.
He hates his scars. He can't even look at his disfigured legs. But when Ron kisses them, gently pressing his lips to the scars, Toto can't hold back his tears, despite the fact that he didn't cry even when he got those scars.
part 5 is here!
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