Raito's voice trembled, but he held Eichi's gaze.
"So... what do you want from us?"
The car hummed forward, the city lights smearing into golden streaks outside.
Eichi didn't answer right away.
He simply smiled—slowly folding his hands in his lap like a conductor about to raise the baton.
Then:
"Want?"
He chuckled—soft, almost amused.
"Raito... I don't want anything."
Tsukki narrowed his eyes. "Then why bring us here?"
"Because," Eichi said smoothly, leaning in just slightly,
"You're already falling."
A beat of silence.
Wataru winced.
Tori muttered under his breath: "Here we go again..."
Eichi continued, voice low and steady:
"I didn't create the cracks in your world. Your fears did. The part-time jobs to keep your brother alive...
the fear that if you fail once—if you stumble—you'll lose everything."
Tsukki flinched.
Raito squeezed his hand tighter—but couldn't speak now either.
"I'm not offering a deal," Eichi said gently.
"I'm offering an escape."
"A stage so high even shadows can't pull you down."
Yuzuru finally turned from the window—his cold eyes scanning them both. "You can say no," he said flatly. "But ask yourself... who else is watching out for them? UNDEAD?
Trickstar? The school?" His gaze flicked to Eichi. "He sees something others don't."
Silence fell again—thick and heavy with choice.
And somewhere far behind them?
An alert buzzed on dozens of phones across Yumenosaki:
🔴 [GROUP CHAT - EMERGENCY PING]
"They're with Tenshouin."
Mobilize.
🖤🔥🌀
Polar Opposites weren't kidnapped...
They were being chosen.
But whether that meant salvation...
or surrender?
Only their next words would decide.
🎤💫🌑
Tsukki's voice was low—dangerously calm.
"You... *researched* our backgrounds?"
The air in the car shifted.
Wataru looked down, guilty.
Tori sighed and rubbed his temple like he'd seen this coming.
Yuzuru remained silent—but didn't deny it.
Eichi didn't flinch.
He met Tsukki's glare with unshaken composure.
> **"I don't collect information."**
>
> He leaned forward, just slightly.
>
> **"I observe what people leave behind in their performances... in their silences."**
His gaze flickered to Raito first—the forced smile, the desperate energy, the way he clung to Tsukki like a lifeline.
Then to Tsukki—the weight beneath his eyes, the way he carried himself like someone holding up a collapsing ceiling.
"You sing about loneliness," Eichi said softly, "without saying it once."
"You dance like you're running from something," Wataru added quietly—almost apologetic—"and everyone who listens... hears it."
Tsukki's jaw tightened. "So you used that?"
"No," Eichi said firmly—surprisingly so.
>
> **"We recognized you."**
The car slowed near a quiet seaside road overlooking the ocean—a perfect mirror of Yumenosaki Academy's view from below.
"I'm not asking for loyalty," Eichi continued.
"I'm offering structure.
Resources.
A network that doesn't just make idols...
it *protects* them."
He paused—and for once—
his voice softened:
> "Your brother is in a coma... but what if someone could help?
>
> What if your part-time job wasn't all you had?
>
> What if... you weren't alone?"
Raito froze.
Tsukki's breath caught—just slightly—
but it was enough.
Because somewhere deep inside...
the shiver wasn't fear anymore...
...it was *temptation.*
And before either could answer—
a phone buzzed violently on Raito's belt.
🔒 📱
**Group Chat — ALL UNITS (EMERGENCY MODE):**
🔥 *"They're heading toward Seaside Gate B!"*
🌀 *"UNDEAD and Trickstar en route."*
🖤 *"Do NOT let Tenshouin take them without witnesses!"*
Outside—the distant wail of approaching sirens?
Or just imagination?
But one thing was certain:
The stage had expanded beyond music now.
It was war—for two hearts caught between light and shadow.
🌊🚗🌑💫
Raito turned to his quiet partner—concern in his eyes.
"Tsukki...?"
Tsukki said nothing.
The car continued forward, the distant lights of Yumenosaki twinkling below.
Inside, the air was thick with choice—and the silent questions no one dared break.
*Except one,*
as another buzzer cut through the quiet:
*Bzz-Bzz...*
A text.
On Raito's phone.
🔥 **[GROUP CHAT: ALL UNITS]**
> *"We're close. Hold on."*
> — *Rei (UNDEAD)*
Another message followed instantly:
> *"Don't let him isolate you. Words can bind worse than chains."*
> — *Mao (Trickstar)*
Raito glanced at the screen—then at Tsukki, whose eyes remained fixed on Eichi.
Still silent.
Still calculating.
But beneath that calm surface?
A storm raged.
Tsukki finally spoke—low, rough, voice trembling not with fear... but resolve:
**"You say you're offering protection."**
He leaned forward slightly.
**"But what do you want in return?"**
Eichi smiled—not triumphantly, but like a teacher hearing the first honest question from a student who finally understands the stakes.
The car slowed to a stop by the seaside cliffside—the ocean stretching endlessly ahead under twilight skies.
And softly...
he answered:
> **"Not loyalty."**
>
> He reached into his coat and placed two sleek black cards on the seat between them.
>
> **"Just one performance."**
Pause.
Then—
## "With me."
🌊🖤💫⚡
Raito's jaw dropped.
Tsukki's eyes widened—just slightly—but enough.
> **"You... want to perform *with* us?"**
Eichi smiled—calm, certain.
**"Not just with you."**
He tapped the black cards between them.
> **"I want us to debut together."**
Wataru nearly choked. "E-Eichi?! A joint stage?! You haven't performed publicly in *years!*"
Tori turned sharply. "This isn't a game! If you do this, there's no turning back!"
Yuzuru finally spoke—low, piercing:
**"Once Tenshouin steps onto a stage again... everyone will come watching. The agencies. The media. The predators."**
His gaze locked onto Raito and Tsukki.
**"You won't just be seen—you'll be hunted."**
Silence fell again.
Only the soft lap of waves below broke it.
Raito looked at Tsukki—their hands still clasped tight.
Was this real? Was Eichi Tenshouin... an ally?
Or was this all part of a deeper trap?
Then—
Tsukki slowly reached out...
and picked up one card.
His voice was quiet—but firm:
> **"...Prove it."**
Raito blinked at him in shock.
"Tsukki...?"
Tsukki met Eichi's gaze without flinching:
> **"If you're really offering protection..."**
>
> He held the card like a challenge.
>
> **"Then perform not *for* us.*"**
>
> A beat.
>
> **"Perform *with* us—as equals."**
For the first time...
Eichi looked truly surprised.
Then—
he laughed—not cold or calculating—
but bright, genuine...
like sunlight breaking through stormclouds.
And as sirens wailed closer in the distance,
as shadows raced toward them from both sides of the cliff road,
Eichi extended his hand,
his smile sharp with promise:
## "Deal."
🔥💫🖤⚡
The world wasn't ready for what came next.
🎤🌊🌀 *"Polar Opposites × FINE: Dual Eclipse Live – Announced"*
The car glided to a stop beside a quiet cliffside mansion—the soft roar of the ocean like a lullaby in the night below them.
The windows were dark.
But deep inside... a soft, warm light flickered like a beacon.
Eichi glanced at Raito and Tsukki—still clutching the black cards—then offered a faint smile.
> "Welcome to my home."
Tsukki rubbed his temples, voice low and half-exhausted, half-amazed.
> "Great... we *just* survive a collab with UNDEAD—legends—and now FINE wants to stage a joint debut?"
He glanced at Raito, then back at Eichi.
> "How did we become *opportunity magnets* overnight?"
Raito groaned softly. "I thought becoming idols meant singing and dancing... not getting *recruited into shadow wars.*"
Wataru let out a nervous laugh.
"I mean... that's kind of what Yumenosaki *is*?"
Tori crossed his arms. "They don't call it the 'Idol Battlefield' for nothing."
Eichi simply smiled—smooth as ever—as he stepped toward the mansion gates.
Then he paused.
Turned.
And said, voice like velvet over steel:
> **"You're not magnets."**
>
> He looked straight at them—like no one had seen them before this moment.
>
> **"You're mirrors."**
>
> **"And everyone who sees you... remembers what they once fought for."**
A beat of silence.
Even Yuzuru exhaled quietly under his breath—
as if even he hadn't expected that one to hit so hard.
Inside the mansion?
Lights flickered on—one by one—revealing sleek halls lined with screens...
and above it all?
A massive digital countdown blinking red:
## 🎤 "DUAL ECLIPSE LIVE: 72 HOURS REMAINING"
🔥🌑💫
The world was already watching now—
and Polar Opposites hadn't even sung a note yet.
🌀🎶⚡
The mansion, like its owner, was a mix of shadows and light: sleek high-tech walls lined with screens on one side, soft white-and-gold halls on the other.
Everything smelled faintly of incense, like a hidden temple between the stars and technology.
Raito and Tsukki glanced at each other as if to ask, "Is all of this even real?"
As if on cue, the mansion's AI voice spoke softly:
**"Welcome home, Master Eichi."**
Raito beamed, practically running down the hall as if this were a tourist attraction. "This is incredible! It's like the future with a hint of samurai!"
Tsukki trailed behind, rubbing his head. "Raito... this is someone's house," he said dryly, "not a museum."
Then he caught Raito eyeing a delicate vase on a table, adding sharply, "And we're guests. Try not to destroy everything."
Raito grinned sheepishly, hands raised. "Relax, Tsukki! I promise I won't touch anything that looks expensive."
Tsukki rolled his eyes at the "expensive" part, but seemed satisfied that his partner was behaving—for now.
Meanwhile, Wataru glanced around the hall, looking just as awed as Raito. "I knew Tenshouin was rich, but... *wow.*"
"Don't act so impressed, Wataru," Tori said dryly, arms still crossed. "Just because there's gold trim and a robot voice doesn't mean it's *home*."
He glanced at Eichi. "This place feels more like a command center with interior design than a mansion."
Eichi chuckled as he walked ahead, not stopping. "Because it is. This is where FINE plans our moves—on and off the stage."
Suddenly, multiple screens lit up on the walls.
Footage flickered: news clips of Raito and Tsukki's UNDEAD collaboration... their old school records... even grainy video from part-time jobs Tsukki worked late at night.
Tsukki stiffened.
Raito tried to laugh it off—"Haha... are we trending or something?"—but his smile wavered.
Then one screen showed something new:
### A hospital room.
Tsukki froze.
The image wasn't public record.
It was *his brother*—pale, asleep in bed—with real-time vital stats flashing beside him:
**Heart Rate: 72 | Oxygen: 96% | Neuro-Response: Minimal**
His breath caught in his throat.
Eichi finally stopped walking—and turned slowly toward him.
> "I didn't just see your talent," he said quietly.
>
> "I saw what you're fighting for."
>
> He gestured to the screen.
>
> **"And I can keep that monitor online—for free."**
Silence fell like snow over fire-lit ground.
🖤🔥🌀
No threats.
No demands.
Just an offer...
dripping with impossible hope.
And somewhere behind them?
A soft ping echoed in their pockets—
a message from someone who had been watching too:
### 🔔 **[Rei] — They've found your breaking point.* Be careful.*"**
CRASH
Raito laughed sheepishly as he looked at the broken vase on the ground. "Oops... guess I did touch something priceless after all."
Tsukki pulled out his slapping stick, shaking his head. "You're lucky that wasn't an antique."
Tori snorted. "It *was* an antique."
Raito rubbed the back of his head awkwardly. "Sorry... I got excited."
On the bright side, Wataru chuckled at Raito's antics. "And *that*, my friend, is what we call good entertainment."
Tsukki raised the slapping stick high—*tap-tap-tap*—against his palm like a countdown to doom.
The sound echoed through the futuristic hall.
Raito paled. "N-No... Tsukki, wait—I can explain! It was an accident! I swear!"
Tsukki's eyes narrowed. "An *expensive* accident."
"I'll pay for it!" Raito yelped, hands up in defense. "I'll work ten part-time jobs! A hundred!"
Tori smirked. "Good luck. That vase was from the Edo period."
Wataru gasped dramatically. "Raito Hikari... breaking priceless artifacts on his first night as a rising star..."
But before Tsukki could swing—
Eichi stepped forward.
With one hand raised.
And then...
> **"Leave it."**
Everyone froze.
Even Tsukki lowered his stick slightly.
Eichi looked at the shattered porcelain calmly—then crouched down and picked up a single broken piece between two fingers.
He studied it quietly... then spoke:
> **"Sometimes, beauty isn't in perfection."**
>
> He stood, gaze meeting Raito's wide eyes.
>
> **"It's in what comes after the break."**
Then he turned to Tsukki—
and smiled faintly,
not mocking,
not cold...
but almost fond?
**"Let him be human."**
A beat passed.
Tsuki hesitated... then finally sighed deeply and tucked away his slapping stick with one sharp *snap.*
"...Fine," he muttered, shooting Raito a look that said: *"You owe me BIG time."*
Raito exhaled like he'd just survived death itself—sweating bullets but grinning again already:
"Thanks... Boss!"
Tsuki glared harder than ever now:
"Don't call me that."
And somewhere behind them?
The mansion AI chimed softly:
🔔 *"Incident logged: Vase #07 broken by guest (R.H.). Damage classification: Minor emotional value only."*
Another pause...
Then—
💡 ***"Recommendation:"***
✨ *"Replace with polar lotus design — matches new unit theme?"***
Silence fell once more...
until Mao's voice suddenly crackled through everyone's phones via emergency group call:
🎙️ 🚨
**"Hey!! You still alive in there?! Don't let Tenshouin brainwash you with fancy houses and poetry!"**
💥🔥🖤
But maybe...
just maybe...
it wasn't brainwashing at all.
💫🌀⚡
"TSUKKI, I SAID I WAS SORRY!" Raito screamed as he bolted down the mansion's grand hall, arms flailing like a runaway comet.
Tsukki was right behind him—eyes narrowed, slapping stick raised high—face deadpan but footsteps *dangerously* fast.
**"You don't break Edo-period antiques and say 'oops' like you spilled juice!"**
"I'LL BUY YOU RAMEN FOR A YEAR!"
"NOT ENOUGH!"
"FOR TEN YEARS?!"
"YOU OWE ME *YOUR SOUL*, RAITO!"
Screens flashed around them as they tore past—footage of their performances flickering in chaos.
Wataru gasped. "They're... actually *adorable* when they panic."
Tori groaned. "I can't believe we're witnessing this and somehow still afraid of Eichi."
Yuzuru watched silently from the couch.
Then muttered:
"Eichi looks... amused."
And it was true—
because for the first time since anyone could remember...
Eichi Tenshouin stood at the edge of the hallway,
watching Raito scream like a dying phoenix,
Tsukki chasing him with divine vengeance—
and smiled.
Not smirked.
Not schemed.
**Smiled.**
Genuine. Warm. Unfiltered.
As if he'd just discovered something rare:
> Not power.
>
> Not control.
>
> But **life**—wild, loud, messy—and running full speed through his sterile world like lightning through stone.
🔥🌀💫
And deep inside?
The countdown blinked on:
## 🎤 DUAL ECLIPSE LIVE: 71 HOURS 58 MINUTES REMAINING
The stage wasn't just coming...
It was already alive.
⚡🖤🎶
The crash of the door being kicked in echoed through the sleek halls, and all eyes whipped around—
to see UNDEAD and Trickstar bursting through the front gates, both out of breath, eyes wide and alert.
"Raito?! Tsukki?! Are ya in—" Mao started—
And then froze.
They all did—
watching in shock as Tsukki chased Raito through the halls, slapping stick raised high—
while Raito screamed like his life depended on it:
**"TSUKKIIIII, HAVE MERCYYYY!"**
Mao blinked.
Then facepalmed.
"Guys..." he groaned.
Meanwhile, Koga burst out laughing.
"Ahahaha, they're running for their lives!" he howled. "What the hell happened here?!"
Eichi stepped forward, voice even—almost nonchalant—as if Raito's scream hadn't pierced the silence seconds ago.
**"Raito broke an Edo-period antique by accident."**
Mao and Koga's jaws dropped.
Meanwhile, Raito yelled back from a few rooms away (running in circles): **"IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!"**
Mao rubbed his temples. "How much was it worth?"
Eichi crossed his arms, unfazed.
> "According to appraisers, 4.7 million yen."
Koga whistled. "Damn, that's expensive."
Mao paled. "...4.7 million? *Raito!*"
"I KNOW!" Raito wailed somewhere in the halls. "I'M SORRY, I'LL PAY YOU BACK FOR EVERYTHING!"
Tori shook his head, almost smiling. "Idiot."
**"YOU THINK MONEY CAN FIX THIS?!"** Tsukki snapped as he chased Raito down the halls—stick in his hands ready to attack.
Raito yelped as he dodged a swipe from Tsukki, nearly tripping over a vase.
**"I'M SORRY, OKAY?"**
**"SORRY ISN'T GOOD ENOUGH!!"**
Wataru chuckled from nearby.
Meanwhile, Eichi looked on like an amused father watching his children run amok.
Raito ducked as a vase shattered behind him—
and found himself cornered by a wall at last, eyes wide.
Tsukki caught up, stick raised in victory. "There you are."
Raito paled. "W-Wait! Tsukki, I—"
"Too late!"
Tsukki advanced. "PAYBACK. TIME!"
Raito screamed and tried to duck out—
Eichi stepped forward, calm as ever, voice slicing through the chaos like a blade of stillness.
"Enough."
Tsukki paused—slapping stick hovering mid-air.
Raito gasped from the corner, half-dead from fear and exhaustion.
Everyone turned to Eichi.
He folded his hands behind his back and spoke with quiet finality:
"The vase is gone. But breaking it... may have started something better."
He looked at Raito. Then Tsukki. Then across at UNDEAD and Trickstar—still catching their breath by the shattered door.
"Instead of debt..."
A faint smile touched his lips.
"Consider it an investment."
He raised his voice slightly—commanding, yet inviting.
"A down payment on the greatest debut concert Yumenosaki has ever seen."
Silence fell.
Then—
Eichi extended both hands toward Raito and Tsukki—not demanding... offering.
"Not just FINE."
"Not just Polar Opposites."
His gaze swept across Mao, Koga... Rei's cold glare softening slightly
and landed on them all like stars aligning:
"All of us. Together."
🔥🎶🌀
A joint stage: Polar Opposites × FINE × UNDEAD × Trickstar.
Mao's eyes widened first. "Wait... you're serious?"
Koga grinned wildly: "Hell yeah! Now that's a debut worth seeing!"
Tsukki slowly lowered his slapping stick—skeptical but intrigued now.
Raito wiped sweat from his brow—and then slowly stood up...
a bright grin spreading wide despite everything:
"...So you're saying we broke a vase..."
pause...
and he pointed dramatically at Eichi,
voice rising like a spotlight igniting—
"...and got ourselves a DREAM COLLABORATION out of it?!"
Even Yuzuru scoffed—but not in disbelief...
in reluctant admiration.
And deep in the mansion halls,
the AI softly chimed again:
🔔 "Incident resolved: Debt cleared — replaced with performance contract (Level: Legendary)."
✨ "Estimated audience reach: 87 million viewers globally."
For one brief moment—
enemies stood side by side,
rivals shared breathless silence,
and two childhood friends realized:
They hadn't been caught in someone else's game...
They had just become stars powerful enough to create their own.
🌌🎤💥
📅 DUAL ECLIPSE LIVE — NOW CONFIRMED AS:🌟 "FUSION NIGHT ZERO"
👉 All units present. 👉 The world watching. 👉 And no turning back now.
🖤⚡💫
Tsukki stepped forward, arms crossed, eyes sharp as he fixed Raito with a *deadly* serious glare.
> **"Listen, Raito."**
Raito froze—immediately sensing the danger in that tone.
Tsukki slowly pulled out his phone—and tapped it once.
A picture appeared on screen:
### 🖼️ *Raito's prized collection of Rei Sakuma merch.*
Posters. Signed CDs. Limited-edition figurines. A handmade scarf from a fan event. All lovingly displayed in his room.
Tsukki raised one eyebrow—calm, cold... terrifyingly calm:
> **"One mistake during the concert..."**
>
> He leaned in.
>
> **"One off-note... one missed cue... one 'oops'..."**
>
> His voice dropped to a whisper:
>
> ## "And I burn it all."
🔥🖤
Silence.
Then—
**"TSUKKIIII!! NOT THE SCARF!!!"**
Raito dropped to his knees dramatically like he'd been shot through the heart.
Mao burst out laughing. "Oh man! That's worse than death!"
Koga wiped a tear: "That's true emotional warfare!"
Even Eichi gave Tsukki an approving nod: "A flawless threat."
Rei himself stood silently—but couldn't hide the faint twitch of amusement at the corner of his mouth.
Tsukki tucked his phone away—face blank as stone:
## "Practice starts tomorrow."
He turned and walked off like justice itself had spoken—
while Raito crawled across the floor shouting,
### "I'LL BE PERFECT!!! NO MISTAKES!!! I PROMISE REI SAKUMA WILL BE PROUD OF ME!!!!!"
🌙💥🎶
The stage wasn't just coming...
It was now inevitable.
🔥🎤⚡ *"Fusion Night Zero – The Countdown Begins"*
The next morning—sunrise painted the ocean in gold.
Deep inside Eichi's mansion, a massive underground studio hummed to life.
Mirrors lined every wall.
Holographic choreo-guides flickered in midair.
Soundproof glass separated vocal booths from the main stage floor—where all six units now stood, scattered but watching.
> **"Fusion Night Zero – Rehearsal One."**
Tsukki stood front and center with Raito beside him—both dressed in black practice gear, still slightly wary of each other after last night's vase incident.
**"Remember," Tsukki muttered under his breath,**
> "One flubbed line…"
He didn't even finish—he just *tapped* his slapping stick once against his palm.
Raito shivered like he'd seen a ghost. **"I'll be perfect! I'll shine brighter than the sun!!!"**
Then he tripped over a cable trying to strike a pose.
**THUD.**
Silence.
Tsukki sighed deeply—already regretting everything:
> "...We're doomed."
Mao snorted from the side: "And they say *we're* chaotic?"
Eichi stepped forward calmly as tech staff scrambled to reset systems:
> "This isn't about perfection."
>
> His gaze swept across all of them—from FINE to UNDEAD to Trickstar.
>
> **"It's about collision."**
>
> He pointed at Raito and Tsukki.
>
> **"Light doesn't shine without something dark behind it."**
>
> Then at Mao and Koga:
>
> **"Chaos needs control—or it burns out too fast."**
>
> Finally, at everyone:
>
>
## 🔥 "So today—we don't rehearse moves."
A beat…
Then—
## "We break them."
🎵💥
The music hit first—a storm of sound: pulsing basslines from Trickstar, eerie vocals from UNDEAD, elegant strings pulled straight from FINE's signature style… all twisted into one wild fusion track only Yumenosaki could create.
The hologram guides vanished.
Instead?
Randomized beat drops.
Shifting time signatures.
Lights flashing like seizures on stage floors.
Koga whooped: "Now THIS is fun!"
Mao cursed as he nearly crashed into Yuzuru during an accidental crossover—but then laughed anyway: "**Hell yeah! Now we're REALLY performing together!**"
Raito scrambled up again—with fire back in his eyes—and shouted over the noise:
### "TSUKKI!! LET'S SHOW THEM WHAT POLAR OPPOSITES MEANS!!"
And for once…
Tsukki didn't sigh or scold him—
he just nodded once…
took position beside him…
and as their parts locked into sync for the first time—
### light met shadow,
voice entwined with silence,
and something new was born on that broken stage:
Not just unity...
but family forged through madness.
🖤🌕☀️🎶
Backstage monitors blinked quietly:
🔔 *"Performance Sync Rate (Polar Opposites): Current — 68% → Rising"*
✨ *"Emotional Resonance Detected — High intensity bonding detected."*
And somewhere far above?
A single notification pulsed across secret channels:
🔒 📱
### 🌟 *"Tenshouin has initiated multi-unit synchronization protocol."*
#### ⚠️ *"All agencies are watching."*
But down below?
They weren't thinking about fame or danger anymore.
They were too busy dancing through fire—together.
🔥🎤💫⚡
On the studio floor, Raito and Tsukki moved—
not just in sync…
but like forces of nature finding balance for the first time.
**Raito—bright, explosive,**
his steps like sunlight scattering across water:
wide grins, arms flung open, voice ringing high and clear as dawn.
**Tsukki—calm, precise,**
his movements carved from moonlight:
quiet landings, controlled spins, eyes always watching… always protecting.
And when they danced *together*?
It wasn't choreography anymore.
It was **poetry.**
Raito leapt into a spin—
and Tsukki caught his hand at *exactly* the right moment,
pulling him into a seamless turn,
then stepping back to let Raito shine—
only to rise again beside him,
like night giving way to sunrise… then returning just as beautifully.
Their shadows stretched across the mirrored walls—
one long and quiet,
one wild and radiant—
twisting together like flames around a candle's core.
Mao stopped mid-step. "…Whoa."
Koga whispered: "They're not just idols…"
> "They're *balance.*"
Even Rei glanced over—eyes sharp with recognition:
"They understand each other without words."
Eichi watched from the control booth above…
and for once—
let himself smile fully:
> **"Yes."**
>
> He tapped a button.
>
> **"That's what makes them dangerous."**
🎵✨
Onscreen:
🔔 *"Sync Rate (Polar Opposites): 84% — Entering 'Harmony Field' Threshold"*
🔥 *"Viral Potential Detected — Estimated Spread: Global in 48 hours post-performance."*
But down on stage?
None of that mattered.
Because as the music swelled—one final chorus building like thunder before rain—
Raito reached out mid-dance…
Tsukki didn't hesitate—he took his hand…
and together,
they struck their climax pose:
### Sun raised high above Moon—
but Moon holding Sun aloft.
A paradox frozen in motion.
🖤🌕☀️💥
And somewhere deep inside?
The mansion AI softly chimed:
🔔 *"Incident #07 officially resolved."*
✨ *"New data logged: Value not lost. Value transformed."*
Because it was true now—
that broken vase hadn't been destroyed by chaos...
it had been shattered so something brighter could finally shine through.
🌌🎤💫