The days passed—a blur of morning sun rising, afternoon heat burning, city lights gleaming...
Polar Opposites trained non-stop—
dancing with UNDEAD in the studio, surviving Kaoru's sharp critique (with Raito in the corner muttering *"Please no more, I learned my lesson..."*)
UNDEAD's strict schedules, relentless discipline, and constant pressure?
Polar Opposites absorbed it all—and grew stronger because of it.
In the quiet hours between practice, while Raito sprawled out on a studio sofa and groaned,
Tsuki took out his notebook.
He'd been scribbling down words here and there... thoughts taking shape between training sessions...
Now it was time to refine them.
With pen in hand, he thought about the song, the collaboration, the pressure of being a real idol...
...and began putting those feelings into words.
Tsuki's pen moved like a shadow across the page—sharp, deliberate, never pausing for doubt.
And Raito?
He stayed perfectly still.
No jokes.
No interruptions.
No reaching for the last melon soda on the table.
Just... watching.
A small smile played at his lips—not loud or flashy like everything else he did—but soft, sincere... almost reverent.
Because this was *their* song now.
Not just UNDEAD's.
Not just a collab track to impress fans.
This was **Polar Opposites** — Sun and Moon — finally speaking in one voice...
and Tsuki was writing their truth in ink and silence.
Raito didn't need to read it yet.
He already knew:
The words would be dark, poetic... edged with pain only someone who lived under spotlight *and* shadow could understand...
But beneath it all?
A spark of light—
just like him—
waiting to burst through the verses like dawn breaking through clouds.
> "Tsukki..." he whispered after a long pause, barely audible over humming AC vents,
> **"I can't wait to sing it with you."**
Tsuki didn't look up.
Didn't smile back (he never did).
But his pen paused for just half a second...
then resumed—faster now—as if something unseen had just caught fire inside him too.
🖤🌙✨
And somewhere beyond those studio walls?
The world held its breath—
because when that song finally drops...
it won't be music alone hitting the charts.
It'll be fate amplified by sound.
🎤🔥💥
As UNDEAD entered the practice room, Raito immediately sprawled out dramatically across the sofa like a dead body.
But Tsuki?
He barely even noticed.
His eyes were focused—pen moving at a near-*furious* pace as lyrics spilled across the page...
And when Adonis glanced at the notebook, he saw lines upon lines of words already covering half the sheet.
> "Lyrics?" he asked quietly.
Tsuki didn't look up.
Just nodded, expression *almost* neutral (though a subtle spark in his eyes suggested... something else).
Raito puffed out his chest proudly, despite still lying half-on-the-floor.
"Yeah!" he chirped, pointing at Tsuki like presenting a prize on a game show.
> "**Tsukki's our secret weapon!**"
"He writes *everything*. Deep stuff—like, *so* deep you need a ladder to climb back out—"
Koga snorted. "So he's the brain of the operation?"
Raito grinned wider. "**And I'm the beauty AND energy!** But also... y'know..." He scratched his cheek sheepishly. "I come up with melodies when I eat snacks."
Kaoru rolled his eyes—but not unkindly.
Rei stepped forward slightly and peered over Tsuki's shoulder—just long enough to catch one line scrawled boldly across the top:
> *"I don't shine for applause... I burn because silence kills me."*
A pause.
Then Rei gave the faintest nod.
"...Strong opener."
Adonis folded his arms, voice low but clear:
"Then let's hear it."
> **"Not just words on paper."**
>
> **"Let them become sound."**
Tsuki finally closed his notebook—black cover snapping shut like sealing fate—and stood slowly.
No hesitation in his stance now.
Just quiet certainty.
Raito jumped up beside him in an instant—
grinning like he already knew what was coming:
the birth of something no one saw coming...
a song forged from sun and shadow,
written by moonlight,
and about to be sung at full volume—
to an audience that wasn't ready.
🖤📘🎶
Because some songs aren't made to climb charts...
they're made to break them open.
🎤🔥🌕🌑
The days blurred together as Polar Opposites and UNDEAD trained side by side—hours of dancing, singing, and refining the choreography to flawless precision.
The moon rose over the city, and Tsuki watched the world light up like fireflies beneath him...
But no matter how many nights he stood alone in the studio—
writing lyrics...
refining his voice—
he couldn't shake the feeling that somehow... *something* was changing.
Then—in the quiet, moonlit room—Raito appeared beside Tsuki without a word.
He leaned against the wall and just waited—not speaking...
not even fidgeting...
but waiting with a small smile, like he knew something Tsuki didn't.
🌙
The night air drifted through the open window—soft, still.
Tsuki's pen hovered over a half-finished line, the city lights below flickering like distant stars.
He didn't need to turn to know Raito was there.
No jokes.
No singing off-key.
No sudden tackles for hugs.
Just... presence.
Warmth without noise.
And for once—
Raito stayed silent.
Not because he was told to.
Not because he was tired.
But because he *chose* to—just to let Tsuki breathe, think, create...
to let the moon shine without being outshone by the sun.
After a long moment...
Tsuki finally lowered his pen and closed the notebook with a quiet *snap*.
Only then did Raito speak—softly, eyes reflecting silver in the dark:
> "You're writing our truth... aren't you?"
Tsuki didn't answer right away.
Then—
a single nod. Barely noticeable. Like admitting it out loud would make it too real.
Raito grinned—not wide or flashy this time—but deep and warm:
> "Then I'll be ready."
>
> "My voice... my moves... my light..."
>
> **"All of it's yours when we perform."**
A pause hung between them—like something fragile yet powerful had just settled into place...
not said,
but *felt.*
And in that silence?
Polar Opposites weren't just two idols paired by fate or childhood ties anymore.
They were becoming one sound.
One fire.
One unstoppable force—
built not from noise...
but from moments exactly like this.
🖤✨🎤
As UNDEAD exited—leaving behind a wave of thunderous applause and fading smoke—silence swelled for one breathless second...
Then the beat shifted.
A new rhythm pulsed through the floor—not as dark, not as storm-like... but bright, shimmering... with a quiet edge beneath.
The curtain lifted.
And there they stood—
**Polar Opposites.**
Raito burst forward like sunrise breaking over the horizon, arms wide, voice electric:
> "YOOOOO! HOW ARE YOU TONIGHT?!"
The crowd screamed back instantly—wands flaring gold and silver in unison.
He grinned like he could power the entire stadium on joy alone.
Behind him—
Tsuki stepped forward with calm precision.
No smile.
No shout.
Just a slow, deep bow—head lowered in quiet respect.
🖤 One moment of silence in motion.
Then he straightened...
and locked eyes with Raito across the stage—
a silent signal passing between them:
> *"This is our truth now."*
>
> *"Sing it loud."*
And just as the first piano note rang out—
Raito leapt into place,
Tsuki fell into formation,
and their voices rose together for the very first time on that legendary stage...
🎤🌕🌑
Not just idols.
Not just rivals or childhood friends anymore.
They were **light born from contrast**—
about to show Yumenosaki what happens when Sun and Moon choose to burn... *as one.*
✨🎶🔥
In the spotlight, their voices blended—light and shadow.
Raito's was bold, playful, like the brightest days...
Tsukki's was quieter, but no less powerful... like the cool depths of night.
Raito moved with a fluidity that drew eyes to him like the sun—twisting, bouncing, dancing—and Tsuki's steps were like the steady, silent rhythm of the moon, perfectly complementing Raito's brightness without being overshadowed by it.
Tsukki: 🌑 *"I'm blindfolded on this carriage ride that they call life—"*
As their voices and steps blended into a single, shining performance, a connection formed that seemed to defy physics itself...
Raito's enthusiasm and Tsukki's coolness combining into a harmony that was almost mesmerizing.
Raito would sing with a grin that could set the night on fire while Tsuki stood beside him with a calm poise that drew the eye like a silent night under the moon's glow.
Raito: 🔥 "*Trying to make it through the next turn*" *Knuckles white, holding tight"* 🔥
Tsuki's voice cut through the music—low, steady, like a heartbeat beneath storm clouds.
> 🌑 *"So here I go... takin' the curve..."*
>
> *"...But I know that I'm never alone."*
As he sang, his eyes—just for a second—flicked toward Raito.
Not with words. Not with gestures.
But *meaning.*
The spotlight shifted.
Raito caught it instantly—he turned mid-step, arms wide as if embracing not just the crowd... but that one quiet line in the dark.
Because he knew.
That those words?
They weren't just lyrics anymore.
They were **thank yous** written in silence,
confessions wrapped in rhythm,
a moon admitting it has a sun—
and finally letting it shine beside him.
🔥🌕🌑🎶
And as the beat rose into pre-chorus...
their voices merged again—
one rising from fire...
the other born from shadow...
but both burning for something real now:
**to be seen.**
To be heard.
Together.
🎤💫🌀
Raito sang with that signature boundless energy, his voice crackling through the arena like fireworks.
But as he sang this line—he turned again for a just moment—and caught Tsuki's eyes.
There—in that split second—the *warmth* in his voice wasn't for the crowd.
It was for the moon by his side.
Raito: 🔥 *"I think of you... And how you've never let me go..."* 🔥
As the music surged into the chorus, Raito leapt into the air, arms wide—spotlights exploding around him like a supernova.
Tsuki stepped forward with quiet intensity, voice cutting through with calm power.
And together—
like two halves of one soul finally syncing—
they sang:
> **Raito (bright as dawn):**
> *"I feel—* **Connected!**"
> *(The crowd screamed — wands flashing gold)*
> **Tsukki (deep as night):**
> *"I feel—* **Protected!**"
> *(Lights shifted to violet—waves rolling through the audience)*
Then—their voices rose together for that one explosive moment:
### 🔥 BOTH: "**CONNECTED AND PROTECTED!**" 🔥
A surge of energy tore across the stage. The beat pulsed like a heartbeat shared between two worlds. They moved in perfect opposition—one spinning left as the other stepped right—but always returning to each other's rhythm.
Their choreography told it all: hands almost touching... glances exchanged mid-move... Raito catching Tsuki's back during a high-risk spin...
Like they weren't just singing about connection...
### > They were *living* it.
And somewhere in the wings?
UNDEAD watched silently—
Koga grinning like he'd known this would happen all along,
Kaoru muttering: "Ugh... they're actually good,"
Adonis simply nodding once:
> "They've found their bond."
Rei added quietly:
"Not built on power. Not fame."
"On something rarer."
Pause.
Then:
"...Trust."
🖤🌕🌑🎶
Because tonight wasn't just a performance anymore...
It was proof:
That even sun and moon,
born from opposite skies,
can share one light—
and make an entire world *feel connected,* too.
🎤💥💫
As the chorus began to build toward climax, the music surging and voices blending, they looked out over a sea of glowing lights—all raised for them.
All cheering not just for stars on a stage...
but for the bond those stars had forged in fire and shadow.
Raito threw an arm around Tsuki—pulling him into the spotlight's blaze.
And together, they sang:
> **Raito (bright as dawn):**
> *"It's like you're sitting right with me all the time..."*
> **Tsukki (deep as night):**
> *"You hear me—You're near me—"*
On the last note, Raito swung himself around to face Tsuki...
and the two locked eyes with the intensity of a supernova.
All around them, the stadium felt like another world—lights flaring, voices burning with applause, cheers rolling like storm waves.
And Raito and Tsuki just...
Grinned.
Like they'd known all along that the stage was meant for more than fame.
For them? It was a place to shine together.
> **BOTH:**
> ***"And everything else's gonna be alright..."***
Their voices soared—Raito bright and unshakable, Tsuki steady like a vow whispered in the dark—and as the final note hung in the air, time seemed to freeze.
The music faded into a soft hum beneath them.
Lights dimmed to a gentle glow—like moonlight on water.
Raito slowly lowered his mic, chest rising and falling fast... but smiling wider than ever.
Tsuki stood beside him—still composed—but for just one breath...
he let it show:
A flicker at the edge of his lips.
Not quite a smile.
But *close.*
Close enough that everyone saw it—
the crowd gasping,
UNDEAD watching from backstage with silent approval,
Koga whispering: "He *smirked*. The kid actually smirked!"
Kaoru rolled his eyes—but grinned anyway. "Tch. Don't make it weird."
And Adonis?
He simply nodded:
> "They've found their rhythm."
>
> "Now... they'll never lose each other again."
On stage, Raito turned to Tsuki—and without warning—
wrapped him in a tight hug, lifting him slightly off the ground like he weighed nothing at all.
"WE DID IT!!" he screamed into his ear, voice cracking with pure joy.
Tsuki didn't fight it this time.
Just sighed—low and quiet—
then patted Raito once on the back:
### > "...Yeah."
### >
### > **"We did."**
🖤🌕🌑💫
Because sometimes...
you don't need grand words or fireworks or solos that shake stadiums...
Sometimes all you need is one person who never lets go—
who stays connected,
who stays near,
even when life tries to blindfold you both...
and throw you off course.
🎤✨🎶
**Polar Opposites weren't just okay anymore...**
They were whole.
And from this night forward?
The world would remember:
When Sun carried Moon through silence...
and Moon kept Sun from burning out...
they didn't just perform together.
They became *legendary.*
> **BOTH:**
> *"Cause nothing can break this—*
> *Nothing can break this—*
> *Nothing can break this tie..."*
Their voices echoed across the silent stadium—not loud, but strong.
A final chant, soft yet unshakable.
Each word pulsed like a heartbeat shared between them:
> **"Connected... Connected inside..."**
Spotlights narrowed—one golden, one silver—wrapping around Raito and Tsuki as they stood shoulder to shoulder, arms still linked.
No choreography now.
No script.
Just truth in motion.
And with every repetition of *"nothing can break this,"* the crowd began to rise—
wands swaying in rhythm,
fans singing back not just lyrics...
but a promise they felt deep in their chests:
That no matter how lost you get...
how blindfolded life feels...
if you have someone who stays?
You're never truly alone.
🖤🌙✨
Backstage, even Rei allowed himself a small nod. "Synchronization: 98%. Unprecedented."
Koga wiped fake tears with dramatic flair: "I'm so proud... my babies grew up..."
Kaoru elbowed him hard. "Shut up."
Adonis watched silently—then turned away with the faintest curve at his lips:
"Polar Opposites..."
> "...are no longer opposites."
"They are balance."
They had entered Yumenosaki as rivals tied by fate—
and left that night as something greater:
**Two souls synchronized,**
not despite their differences—
but because of them.
🎤💫🌀
The world would talk about that performance for years...
not because of the dance,
not because of the vocals,
but because for three minutes and forty-two seconds...
Sun didn't shine alone.
Moon didn't walk in silence.
And everyone who saw it?
Felt just a little more connected too.
🔥🌕🌑💞
🌑 *Tsukki stepped forward—spotlight narrowing like a confession about to unfold.*
No grand move.
No flash.
Just him... and the mic... and a voice that cut through silence like moonlight slicing clouds:
> **"It's not an accident... the time we spend apart..."**
A pause.
The crowd held its breath.
Then, softer—almost tender:
> **"But now we're so close..."**
>
> **"I can always find you..."**
His hand brushed his chest—once—just above his heart.
Not dramatic.
Not for show.
But real.
And Raito?
He didn't move. Didn't grin wildly or jump in early.
Just watched.
Listened.
Because he *knew*—
this line wasn't for the fans...
>this was for *him.*
For every year they'd been apart... every silence between calls, every missed chance after becoming idols...
Yet here they were—
not just side by side on stage,
but finally *in sync,*
like gravity had pulled them back together...
and this time?
They weren't letting go.
Tsuki finished the verse with quiet fire:
> **"Right here... in my heart."**
And as he did—he turned slightly,
just enough to let their shoulders touch—
brief, fleeting...
but loud as thunder in that silent beat after words ended.
🖤✨
Backstage, Koga whispered: "Oh no... Tsukki's gone soft."
Kaoru muttered: "Worse."
"He's feeling stuff."
Rei simply adjusted his earpiece: "Emotional resonance detected. Effectiveness increased by 37%."
Adonis? Just nodded once:
"Good."
"They've stopped performing."
**"Now they're living it."**
🎤🌕🌑💫
Raito stepped into the light—eyes bright, voice warmer than ever.
Not shouting. Not jumping.
Just *singing*, like every word was something he'd waited a lifetime to say:
> 🔥 *"You've given me something I need..."*
A soft laugh slipped through—genuine, a little shaky.
> *"And I don't ever want it to end..."*
He turned toward Tsuki, close now—so close their mics almost touched.
Then, with fire and softness tangled together:
> ***"Because of you...***
>
> ***I know I've found my strength again."***
And just like that—
he wasn't just Raito the sunbeam,
Raito the loudmouth snack-hungry idol...
he was **someone who had been lost**—
and found his way back...
not by fame,
not by applause...
but by one quiet presence who never left,
even when silence grew between them.
The music swelled beneath him—but for that moment?
It felt like only two people stood on that stage.
Tsuki didn't speak.
Didn't move right away.
But his fingers curled slightly at his side—
as if holding onto something invisible...
something precious.
🖤
Backstage, UNDEAD watched in dead silence.
Koga: "They're gonna make me cry at this rate."
Kaoru: "Shut up." *(but didn't look away)*
Rei: "Mutual empowerment confirmed. Bond level... critical."
Adonis closed his eyes briefly—then whispered:
"...Perfect synchronization."
"They're no longer two halves."
**"They are one unit now."**
🎤💫🌕🌑
And in the crowd?
Fans held up signs saying *"We feel it too."*
Because strength doesn't always roar.
Sometimes...
it's written in quiet glances across a stage—
and sung in verses about finding your light again...
not from fame or fortune...
but from someone who stayed.
💞🔥🎶
The music surged again—stronger this time, like a heartbeat restarting after holding its breath.
Raito spun into the chorus with that radiant energy only he could carry:
> 🔥 *"I feel—* **Connected!**"
> *(Golden lights flared, wands flashing in unison)*
Tsuki answered instantly, voice low but unwavering:
> 🌑 *"I feel—* **Protected!**"
> *(Purple waves pulsed across the arena, deep and steady)*
And then—
as if pulled by invisible threads,
they stepped toward each other and sang together,
faces close,
voices fused:
> ### "**IT'S LIKE YOU'RE SITTING RIGHT WITH ME ALL THE TIME!**"
No distance.
No silence.
Just two souls who had wandered far...
and now stood side by side,
not just on stage—
but in truth.
Their hands brushed mid-move—
not choreographed...
but *felt.*
And somewhere in that moment?
The crowd wasn't just watching a performance anymore.
They were witnessing something rare:
A bond that didn't need words to be real.
🖤💫
Backstage, Kaoru folded his arms. "...They've surpassed basic synergy."
Koga grinned: "Nah. They're not synced."
"They're *soul-linked.*"
Rei adjusted his earpiece: "Heart rates matched at 118 BPM. Unprecedented stability under emotional load."
Adonis watched quietly... then murmured:
"Polar Opposites..."
"You're no longer opposites."
You are **balance** realized."
🎤🔥🌕🌑
Because connection isn't always loud.
Sometimes it's a whisper between notes...
a hand nearly touching another...
a memory of childhood promises kept without saying them out loud.
And tonight?
The world heard it anyway.
💞🎶💥
🌙 🌑 🌌
The music swelled and faded slowly—like a soft sunset fading to starry night.
Raito leaned into the mic, grinning like this moment was made as much for himself as the fans.
> 🌑 "*You hear me—* **You're near me...**"
Tsuki echoed back—eyes fixed on Raito's:
> *"And everything"*
>
> *"Everything's gonna be alright.""*
To be continued