Raito glanced behind just enough to confirm Tsuki's words, and a wave of realization washed over him. He winced—not because of the sudden exercise, but because he had to admit Tsuki was right.
Again.
Cursing under his breath, Raito matched Tsuki's pace, their feet pounding pavement in a rhythm that was rapidly approaching a sprint. "Damn it, we should've brought bodyguards!"
Tsuki yanked Raito sharply around a corner, their footsteps echoing like drumbeats in the narrow alley.
"Don't talk! And keep on running!!" Tsuki snapped—his voice low, urgent.
And so they ran—
two streaks of motion down the winding city streets, sunlight glinting off Tsuki's black hair, Raito's laughter oddly bright despite the chaos.
Behind them? A full-on idol manhunt.
Paparazzi on bikes.
Fans with selfie sticks like lances.
A cameraman tripping over a vending machine and *still* filming from the ground.*
"POLAR OPPOSITES! OVER HERE!"
"ARE YOU REALLY COLLABING WITH UNDEAD?!"
"HOLD HANDS FOR THE CAMERA!!"
Raito twisted mid-run: "We *are* holding hands—!"
**"SHUT UP AND TURN FORWARD BEFORE YOU GET US KILLED!"** Tsuki roared.
They swerved around a corner into a narrow shopping arcade, dodging umbrellas and startled shoppers. Tsuki didn't slow—he knew these streets from years of avoiding fans long before he was famous.
Then—
a flash of red fabric ahead.
A figure stepped calmly into view at the end of the alleyway... arms crossed...
wearing sunglasses despite it being partially cloudy...
and holding what looked suspiciously like—
> **...a matching black-and-silver slap stick?**
Tsuki's eyes narrowed to slits as they drew closer—
because only one person would show up looking like fate in fashion form:
> **Eichi Tenshouin.**
Still smiling softly... still unnervingly composed...
"...You took your time," Eichi said coolly as they skidded to a halt before him. "I sent you that note for a reason."
Raito gasped for breath: "Whoa... you're my angel..."
Tsuki yanked his hand back instantly—their dramatic run finally over—and shot Eichi a sharp look:
> "Next time," he panted coldly, "just call us."
Eichi chuckled—and tapped his earpiece lightly:
> "Where's the fun in that?"
🌙🖤
And behind them?
The paparazzi had crashed headfirst into an umbrella stand trying to follow through an S-shaped path...
while fans screamed about *"THE MYSTIC MEETING OF MOONS AND LEGENDS!!"* on social media within 0.2 seconds flat.
✨📸🌀
Yumenosaki had no idea what kind of storm was brewing now...
But someone always did.
And he wore white suits—even when running late.
⚔️🎤
Raito practically dropped to the ground, panting hard, trying to catch his breath between shaky smiles.
Tsuki leaned back against a nearby wall, cool exterior not quite hiding his own exhaustion—he wasn't built for running through a crowd with no warning.
"Next time," he muttered breathlessly, "I'm bringing a car."
Eichi merely chuckled, adjusting his sunglasses as he glanced over his shoulder at the paparazzi writhing in a jumble of limbs and camera equipment like tangled fishing nets.
"No need," he replied smoothly. "I have a helicopter."
The moment left Tsuki's lips—sharp, desperate, utterly uncharacteristic—
> **"Please take us!"**
—a beat of silence hung in the air.
Raito blinked.
Eichi tilted his head.
Even the distant siren of a news van seemed to pause in shock.
Tsuki Kuroi... *pleading?*
The moon had cracked.
But only because survival was more important than pride.
Eichi didn't laugh. He just... smiled—softly, like he'd been waiting for this exact surrender all along—and tapped his earpiece once:
> "Chopper's on the roof of Celeste Tower. Five minutes and we're off-grid."
Raito shot up like a rocket: "WE'RE GOING IN A HELICOPTER?!"
"Only if you stop screaming," Tsuki growled, already dragging him toward the alley exit.
And as they moved—fast but no longer panicked—
Eichi followed behind them with calm grace...
whispering just loud enough for Tsuki to hear:
> "Don't worry..."
>
> "I ran from worse when I was your age."
>
> **"Fame doesn't chase you forever..."**
>
> **"...it waits for you to look back."**
Tsuki didn't respond.
But he gripped Raito's wrist tighter this time—
not to escape...
but to make sure nothing—or no one—got left behind.
🚁🖤🌕
High above Yumenosaki City now, rotors spinning into rhythm,
three figures rose above the noise,
above the cameras,
above dreams built on fragile stages...
and for one quiet moment—
the world below looked small enough to ignore.
At least until landing.
🎤🌀✨
Tsuki sat by the window, arms crossed, eyes reflecting the city lights below as they soared above the clouds.
After a long silence—wind humming through the chopper—he finally spoke:
> **"Riding in a helicopter is better than being chased by wolves..."**
He paused.
Then shot Raito a dead-serious look.
> **"...but only if the pilot isn't an ex-idol with questionable life choices."**
Raito gasped. "Eichi's not *questionable!* He's legendary!"
From the front seat, Eichi chuckled without turning around. "I've crash-landed three times. All on purpose."
Tsuki narrowed his eyes.
"Of course you have."
Below them, Yumenosaki shrank into glittering dots—the school just a tiny silhouette by the sea...
and for once, no fans screaming their names.
No units demanding answers.
No slap-stick needed to survive conversation.
Just quiet... and altitude... and one dangerous truth settling in:
This collaboration wasn't just about music anymore.
It was about who could *rise*—
without burning up on re-entry.
🌑🚁✨
And somewhere beyond those clouds?
UNDEAD waited...
watching from their throne of thunder and shadow,
whispering into microphones like prophecies:
> *"They're coming..."*
>
> *"Let's see if they land... or fall."*
🎤⚡🌌
They staggered out of the chopper onto a rooftop helipad, legs like wobbling noodles after that unexpected chase.
Raito wobbled toward an elevator, panting. "Never... let... me... run... that much... again!"
Tsukki followed at a slightly steadier pace, trying to remain stoic and not look like he was about to collapse. "You'll live."
A pause.
"...Probably."
🌙🖤
The rooftop was quiet.
Wind swept across concrete.
And there—on the cold ground like fallen stars—lay **Polar Opposites**, motionless.
Raito sprawled out dramatically, arms wide, eyes shut. "I'm... dead... from excitement and physical exertion..." His voice cracked between breaths. "Tell my fans... I loved them..."
Tsuki didn't even have the energy to slap him.
Instead—he collapsed *next* to him, back flat against the concrete, one arm draped over his forehead like a tragic hero in a moonlit drama.
> "...We escaped paparazzi..." he muttered hoarsely.
>
> "...only to be murdered by your stamina."
From above, Eichi stepped out calmly from the chopper still running behind them—black coat fluttering in the wind—and glanced down at their limp forms without surprise.
"Ah," he said softly. "The legendary collapse of Sun and Moon."
He pulled off his sunglasses.
"...Fitting."
Then came footsteps from inside—the elevator dinged—
and a low voice echoed across the roof:
**"So you finally showed up."**
UNDEAD stepped into view—
Koga grinning like an idiot,
Kaoru rolling his eyes,
Rei analyzing every bruise on Raito's knees,
Adonis folding his arms with quiet approval:
> **"You ran far."**
>
> **"Now let's see if you can stand... and sing."**
A beat passed...
then Tsuki lifted one hand weakly into the air—not to point...
but to give a single middle finger salute toward fate itself before letting it drop again with a *thud.*
🌙💔
They were exhausted...
they were broken...
they had been chased by fans AND helicopters...
but they made it.
And as Raito groaned: *"Can we at least get snacks before we rehearse?!"*
one truth hung clear in that rooftop wind:
This collaboration?
It wasn't just coming...
>this was already war disguised as harmony.
>
>a reckoning wrapped in spotlights...
>
>dressed up—as music.
🎤🔥🌌
"Carry us.... please senpais"
The members of UNDEAD approached with mixed reactions—Koga laughed, Kaoru shook his head, Rei gave Raito a look that seemed to say "you cannot be serious," and Adonis simply stared—but when Tsuki made that request, they all glanced at each other in silent agreement.
Koga grinned. "You don't even look like you can move."
He bent down, grabbed Tsuki, and slung him over his shoulder in one smooth move.
Like he was carrying sacks of potatoes.
"I am *never* going outside again without disguises and sunglasses," Tsuki mumbled, voice slightly muffled as he dangled over Koga's shoulder. "Too many fans. Too many paparazzi. Too many chases... just... too much everything."
Raito watched from below as he was hoisted up onto Adonis' back in a similar fashion.
"Agreed..." he murmured. "I need a vacation."
Koga laughed as he led the way inside, still carrying Tsuki over one shoulder like a sack of potatoes. "You two are like a couple of old men."
Tsuki grumbled. "Shut up, wolf boy."
Raito chuckled weakly as he clung to Adonis' broad shoulders. "I just never want to see another camera again."
Tsuki lifted his head just enough to glare sideways at Raito—his voice dripping with dry, exhausted sarcasm:
> **"Oh, you'll *see them again*..."**
>
> **"After all... idols have *photoshoots*."**
He dragged out the last word like it was a curse.
Like someone had just sentenced him to eternal sunlight.
Koga barked a laugh. "Dude, he's already in character! The mysterious anti-idol who speaks only in death glares and one-liners!"
Kaoru smirked. "I like him."
Rei narrowed his eyes slightly—like he'd seen something promising through Tsuki's suffering—and muttered:
> "He understands pain. Good."
Raito groaned from Adonis' back: "No more photoshoots! No more running! I want snacks and silence!"
Adonis glanced back at him:
**"You're an idol now."**
> *"Silence is not part of the contract."*
And then—just as they reached the elevator—
Tsuki sighed deeply into Koga's shoulder, muttering under his breath like a vow carved into stone:
> **"Next time..."**
>
> **"I'm wearing a trench coat. A wig. And riding inside a suitcase."**
Koga snorted. "We'll get you sunglasses too."
Tsuki replied without hesitation:
### > "...They better be bulletproof."
🖤🫥📸
Because at this point?
Being seen wasn't fame...
it was combat.
And Polar Opposites?
Had barely survived Round One.
🎤🔥🌀
The doors slid shut and the elevator descended—
the silence broken only by the hum of the descending box and the distant buzz of a city awake under a rising moon.
Raito shifted on Adonis' back, peering up at the older idol curiously.
"Hey... um, senpai?" he started, breaking the quiet.
Adonis turned, looking down at him with a steady gaze. "Hm?"
"Please lay us down on a couch and bring snacks for us..." Raito repeated, still clinging to Adonis' back like a koala.
Adonis glanced at the others—who just shrugged—then sighed.
"Very well..."
He walked across the lounge, carrying Raito to a long, elegant couch at the side of the room.
Koga followed with Tsuki over his shoulder...
and as Adonis gently laid the two down...
Raito let out a satisfied sigh.
"Cozyyy..."
🍿🖤
The second the snacks hit the table—*crispy mochi, melon sodas, choco-sticks, and onigiri shaped like stars*—Raito transformed.
No longer an exhausted idol...
> now: **a wild beast unleashed upon civilization.**
He lunged forward with zero dignity—"**MINE!**"—and began shoveling food into his mouth like he'd been stranded on a desert island for months.
"MMMPH! Thith ith *amayzing*!" he mumbled between bites of mochi that were half-stuck to his cheek.
Tsuki didn't move as fast.
No.
He operated with precision born from suffering:
One hand gripping the cold can of melon soda...
the other slowly, *relentlessly*, sucking through the straw—
his eyes half-lidded... expression blank... soul still healing...
until that final *click-sip* of liquid reached his lips.
Then...
> he let out one long sigh.
> "I have regained 12% power."
Kaoru raised an eyebrow. "That's it? One soda?"
Tsuki turned his head—deadpan glare activated—and whispered:
> "This isn't about calories."
>
> **"It's about survival."**
Rei folded his arms: "Impressive emotional stamina recovery rate."
Koga flopped onto a nearby couch: "Bro just powered up from zero to 'slightly annoyed.' Truly legendary."
Raito paused mid-bite—rice ball hovering in greasy fingers—and nodded sagely:
"First comes snacks..." *(chew)* "...then comes strength..." *(gulp)* "...then comes glory!"
Tsuki closed his eyes again and muttered under breath:
"...Then comes rehearsal... then collapse..."
But beneath those dark lashes?
A tiny flicker—
of something almost like peace.
🌙🥤✨
For now?
The war was on pause.
Fame could wait another five minutes...
while two fallen stars refueled with junk food,
in silence,
in comfort,
and in full view of their new rivals—
who watched...
...and finally allowed themselves one small truth:
Polar Opposites?
Yeah...
they might just be interesting after all.
🎤🔥🌀
A chorus of voices rose up at the same time—Koga and Kaoru laughing, Rei and Adonis looking mildly surprised...
...and Raito and Tsuki repeating in perfect sync:
" GIVE US MORE!!"
Raito slammed a fist down on the table, still with a mouthful of food, and repeated through a spray of crumbs:
"We demand a snack bar! With chocolate cake and more onigiri and everything!"
Raito's impassioned demand was followed by a burst of laughter, a chorus of amused sighs, and a resounding:
"Calm down, Sun," from Kaoru.
Koga grinned. "Dude's gone feral for sugar."
Adonis raised an eyebrow. "You *just* ate an onigiri the size of a football."
Tsuki slowly lifted his head—eyes half-lidded, yet *piercing*…
his voice low… dry… dangerously calm:
> **"Give us the drinks and food…"**
>
> **"Or we'll eat you instead."**
Beside him, Raito turned with equal intensity—cheeks puffed like a starving raccoon, drool *literally* glistening at the corner of his mouth.
His voice cracked like a demon summoning ritual:
> **"I've tasted despair…"** *(gulp)*
> **"Now I crave melon soda."**
Silence fell.
UNDEAD exchanged glances.
Kaoru took a step back. "Bro is actually feral now."
Koga barked out laughing: "Dude, you're scaring our senpais!"
But Rei?
He didn't flinch.
No.
He simply studied them—Raito's wild eyes… Tsuki's hollow stare…
then nodded once, as if confirming something ancient and inevitable:
> "They've entered idol starvation mode."
>
> "**Feed them... or risk extinction.**"
A deathly silence fell over the room.
Raito—still with a mouth full of mochi—and Tsuki—still half comatose with a straw in one limp hand—both glaring with half-open eyes...
and everyone frozen like mannequins.
Finally...
Kaoru spoke.
"...You're not serious, right."
Kaoru's eyes snapped between Raito and Tsuki—still on the couch, still with food on their hands, and both somehow looking like they might just pounce and devour them at any moment.
He took one slow step back.
"You better be joking."
This time, his tone was a warning.
But Raito licked some more rice off his hands and said cheerfully:
"Totally serious."
Tsukki slowly raised the slap stick into the air.
Not with force.
No dramatic swing.
Just... a quiet, ominous lift—like a judge about to condemn someone to silence.
The polished black wood caught the soft light of the lounge.
Then—
> **"One more snack delay…"**
>
> **"and I use it on *all* of you."**
Koga blinked. "Dude, that thing's not even dangerous."
Tsuki narrowed his eyes.
Looked down at Raito.
Raito nodded once—crumbs still falling from lips like sacred ash—
—and together, they lifted their weapons:
- The slap stick — humming with cursed energy 💫
- The fork — now gripped like a wild beast's fang 🍴
Rei stepped forward cautiously. "…Are we being held hostage… by hunger?"
Adonis folded his arms. "It appears so."
Kaoru groaned and turned toward the kitchen door: "Fine! Fine! More snacks! But if I die here today—it's on *your* heads!"
As Kaoru stormed off muttering something about "undeserved trauma," Koga called after him:
"Make it chocolate cake this time!"
Raito pumped both fists in the air: "WE DEMAND A BUFFET!"
Tsuki lowered his slap stick slightly—just enough to say:
> "...Acceptable terms."
>
> "**But add melon soda… or there will be consequences."**
And somewhere far away?
Eichi Tenshouin sipped tea on a rooftop garden,
watching all this unfold live through hacked security feeds,
smiling faintly into his cup:
"...Yes…"
**"They are definitely going to burn Yumenosaki down."**
🧁🔥🖤
But for now?
Polar Opposites had achieved victory…
via snacks and sheer absurdity.
🎤🌀🍽️
Raito collapsed first, a satisfied grin on his grease-stained face.
"I'm a full battery," he mumbled, closing his eyes and immediately falling into a deep food coma.
Tsuki finished the last of the snacks, downed the last of his melon soda, and laid beside Raito...
still too exhausted to move.
Adonis watched them both, and folded his arms.
"This is the legendary power of a full stomach," he murmured, shaking his head.
One after another, the lights in UNDEAD's lounge dimmed.
The chaos of snacks, demands, slap sticks, and threats faded into quiet.
Raito was already snoring—curled up like a sun-warmed cat on the long couch—one arm flung over Tsuki's chest like a claiming tentacle.
Tsuki didn't push it off.
Too tired.
Too full.
Too… strangely at peace to care about personal space or dignity anymore.
He just let out one long sigh—closed his eyes—and surrendered to sleep with one last mumbled whisper:
> "...If paparazzi take pictures of this... I'll burn their cameras down."
Koga smirked from across the room. "Aww. They're sharing body heat."
Rei narrowed his eyes. "It's inefficient."
Adonis observed quietly for a moment—then turned away:
"Let them rest."
> *"Tomorrow begins real training."*
And as the others filed out slowly…
leaving only soft breaths and crumpled snack wrappers behind…
the city glowed beyond glass—
a sea of lights beneath stars,
while inside?
Two rivals who weren't rivals anymore—
two halves now fused by hunger, exhaustion,
and something dangerously close to *trust.*
🌙💫
Sun and Moon—
finally still.
Together.
Polar Opposites hadn't sung a single note yet...
but somewhere deep below?
Fate had already hit **play**.
🎧🔥🌌
The next morning, the practice room hummed with energy—mirrors reflecting light, speakers pulsing with a low bass test tone.
Sunlight sliced through blinds like stage spotlights.
And there they stood:
**Polar Opposites.**
Still half-awake—Raito scratching his head, yawning like he'd been ripped from a dream of infinite mochi—
Tsuki beside him, arms crossed, eyes sharp despite the dark circles underneath… already regretting all life choices since birth.
UNDEAD loomed at the front of the room like idols of legend descending from Olympus:
- **Koga**, stretching with a wild grin.
- **Kaoru**, flipping his mic stand open dramatically.
- **Rei**, silently analyzing their stance.
- **Adonis**, voice already resonant as he spoke:
> "You survived snacks."
>
> "Now see if you survive *this*."
Raito gulped.
Tsuki narrowed his eyes.
Then Kaoru tossed them both earpieces—*click*—and music roared to life in sudden harmony:
🔥 A fast-paced fusion beat — traditional taiko drums clashing against electronic synths — echoing through steel walls like war drums awakening.
Koga smirked.
"First rule of UNDEAD collabs?"
> "**You don't follow rhythm…"**
>
> > "**YOU *BECOME* IT."**
Before Raito could ask "Wait what—" the choreography began.
Adonis moved first — powerful and precise — every step shaking dust from ceiling tiles.
Rei followed — fluid as shadow water —
and suddenly…
Tsuki's body reacted before his brain caught up: matching footwork without thinking… turning just right… syncing breaths to bass drops…
Raito? Not so smooth.
He tripped over air three times in two minutes and screamed internally when Kaoru gave him The Look™ again (the one that said *"I didn't survive seven years for this."*)
But then—
a hand grabbed Raito's wrist mid-stumble…
not harshly…
but firmly.
He turned to see Tsuki beside him—not smiling—but stepping perfectly into formation,
pulling him back on beat,
eyes locked forward,
voice low but clear under music roar:
### > "Stop thinking."
### >
### > "Just move."
And somehow?
The sun followed the moon...
step by step...
light learning from shadow...
until—
they hit final pose together at climax of song:
🔥 Hands high. Heads down. Lights flaring red above them 🔥
Silence fell for one heartbeat—
then Koga clapped once, loud and sharp:
"Not bad." 😏
Kaoru nodded slightly: "…Survivable."
Rei muttered: *"Potential detected."*
And Adonis?
Stepped forward slowly—and placed two laminated passes into their hands without another word.
On it?
Two golden words glowing beneath film finish:
---
✨ **"FULL PARTICIPATION APPROVED"** ✨
---
🖤🎤🌀
Yumenosaki wouldn't know what hit it...
Because today wasn't just training day anymore.
It was *ignition.*
Polar Opposites had entered UNDEAD's world...
and instead of being crushed by its weight?
They were learning how to burn alongside it.
🔥🌕🌑💫
To be continued