Raito, caught in the high of the final spin—arms wide, grin blinding—
**slipped on a patch of sweat-slicked floor.**
> "Whoa—*WHOA!*"
He flailed wildly.
Tsukki barely had time to react—
**THUD.**
They crashed down together in a tangle of limbs, Raito landing *fully* on top of Tsukki like a fallen sun smothering the moon.
Silence.
Then...
Tsukki's voice, flat as stone from beneath him:
> **"...I told you not to get cocky."**
Raito groaned, face half-buried in Tsukki's chest: "S-Sorry! I got carried away again..."
Mao burst out laughing. "Did we just see *idol romance anime opening number 17?!*"
Koga wiped tears: "The fall was choreographed! I *knew it!*"
Rei muttered under his breath: "...Too dramatic."
But Eichi? He simply raised an eyebrow—and tapped his tablet:
🔔 *"Sync Rate remains high despite physical collision."*
✨ *"Affection index spike detected — 92% emotional authenticity."*
Meanwhile...
Tsukki finally pushed Raito off with one tired arm—but not before muttering,
> **"If you break anything else..."**
>
> He reached into his pocket.
>
> Pulled out a tiny matchstick.
>
> Held it up right in front of Raito's face.
>
>
## 🔥 "Say goodbye to your signed Rei Sakuma concert ticket."
Raito gasped like he'd been stabbed again:
**"NOOOO!! NOT THE TIER ONE FAN PASS!!!"**
And as laughter erupted across the studio—
with Polar Opposites sprawled and messy on the floor,
sun tangled with moon,
light still clinging tightly to shadow—
something quiet settled between them.
A truth no performance could hide.
That maybe... they didn't need perfection.
They just needed each other.
🖤🌕☀️💫
And somewhere above?
The countdown ticked ever closer:
### 🎤 Fusion Night Zero – 48 HOURS REMAINING
The world was waiting...
and they were ready—even if one was clumsy,
and the other had matches.
🔥🎶💥
Raito scrambled to his feet. **"Tsukki! Are you okay?!"**
Tsukki groaned, rubbing his back:
> **"Don't worry... I'll live. Probably."**
But he was lying. Raito could tell—the way he winced, how tightly he clenched his fist... that fall had hurt *more* than a bruised back.
Mao glanced over, sensing it too: **"Tsukki, you're not okay. Go see a medic."**
Tsukki slowly turned his head toward Raito—eyes tired, voice deadpan:
> **"You broke my back."**
Raito paled. "I—uh—I can explain—"
> **"No."**
>
> Tsukki pointed a single finger straight at him.
>
> **"You owe me something *physical* now."**
>
> He shifted stiffly, wincing.
>
>
## "Give me a massage."
Silence.
Then—
Mao spit-takes imaginary water. "**WHAT?!**"
Koga clutches his chest: "IT'S HAPPENING! THE DOMESTIC ARC BEGINS!"
Raito blinked. "A-a *massage*? Right here? Now?"
Tsukki leaned back against the wall like a king demanding tribute:
> "Either that... or I light your Rei Sakuma concert ticket *right now.*"
>
> He pulled out the matchstick again—with flair.
Raito gasped dramatically: "**MONSTER!!**"
But then he sighed—defeated—and stepped behind Tsukki with hands raised like someone preparing for surgery.
"Alright... uh... where do I start?"
Tsukki grumbled: "Just press *gently*. And if you make it worse, I'm burning your entire merch box."
"T-too far!! That's war crimes!"
Eichi watched from above through the glass—smirking slightly.
He typed one message into FINE's private channel:
🔔 *"Note: Emotional bond efficiency increases 73% when paired with forced physical contact and emotional blackmail."*
✨ *"Recommendation: Replicate scenario post-concert."*
Back on stage?
Raito tentatively placed his hands on Tsukki's shoulders—
and pushed gently.
Tsuki let out an almost inaudible sigh...
and just for a second?
His stiff frame softened.
Like moonlight finally letting itself rest.
🌙🖤💫
And Mao whispered to Koga,
still grinning ear to ear:
"Man... they're gonna break the world in half when they perform."
Koga nodded solemnly:
"Yeah.
One half from talent...
the other half from sheer chaotic love."
🔥🎶⚡
The studio fell into a hush—well, as quiet as it could with Koga *barely* containing his laughter.
Raito pressed carefully into Tsukki's tense shoulders, fingers moving awkwardly but with surprising focus.
And then—
> **"Hnngh..."**
Tsukki tilted his head slightly... eyes slipping shut for just a second.
> "...Okay. That's... not terrible."
Another press.
A soft exhale.
Then—
## "Mmm... right there..."
The moment the sound left Tsukki's lips, the entire room **erupted**.
Koga slammed the floor laughing. "DID HE JUST *MOAN?!*"
Mao clutched Wataru like he was about to faint: "**THE MOON JUST GLEAMED!!!**"
Tori covered his face. "This is worse than watching my brother cry during dramas."
Even Rei raised an eyebrow—not smirking, but close:
"...I didn't need to hear that."
Yuzuru muttered dryly: "They're going viral before they even perform."
Up in the control booth, Eichi simply adjusted his glasses—
and typed calmly into FINE's log:
🔔 *"Subject 'Tsuki Kuroi' displays uncharacteristic vocal release during tactile therapy."*
✨ *"Emotional walls: 42% compromised."*
But down below?
Raito grinned triumphantly—fear forgotten:
"See? I'm not just sunshine and chaos—I can heal too!"
Tsukki cracked one eye open—still relaxed but back on guard fast:
> **"Don't get cocky."**
>
> He reached for the matchstick.
>
> **"One wrong move and your Sakuma poster goes up in smoke."**
Raito yelped and returned to massaging immediately: "Yes sir! No cockiness! Just healing hands!"
As sunlight streamed through the high windows,
casting gold over black uniforms and tired smiles...
something warm settled in that studio—
not from spotlights,
not from drama,
but from two idiots tangled in their own kind of gravity.
🖤🌕☀️💫
And though no one said it out loud?
They all knew now:
When Polar Opposites took that stage...
the world wouldn't just watch.
It would *feel.*
🔥🎤⚡
Night blanketed Yumenosaki like a blanket of stars—silent and endless.
Inside Tsukki's room, all was dark except for one pool of light near his desk.
Tsukki sat there, hunched over his bed like an owl in the night. A pen moved over a page, writing and crossing out,
and for once?
His face was serious-
but not cold.
Not focused.
He seemed distracted... even as he frowned down at lyrics he'd written weeks ago.
A soft knock.
Then the door slid open—without waiting.
Eichi Tenshouin stood in the frame, silhouette sharp against the hallway light, dressed in a dark silk robe like some ghost emperor of dreams.
> "Still awake," he said—not a question.
Tsukki didn't look up. Pen still moving. Voice flat:
> "You don't knock like normal people."
Eichi stepped inside anyway, silent as shadow on water. He glanced at the notebook.
Lines scribbled over and rewritten again and again:
*"I chase light but fear what it reveals..."*
*"You shine so bright—I'm afraid to fade..."*
Crossed out. Again. Again.
Eichi exhaled—soft, almost human:
> **"You're not writing lyrics."**
>
> He leaned on the desk.
>
> **"You're trying to control how much you care."**
Tsukki froze mid-stroke.
Then slowly lowered his pen—
but didn't deny it.
Outside, ocean waves whispered under moonlight...
and somewhere far off?
A faint sound: Raito snoring through a dream about idols and ramen stands with Rei Sakuma (probably).
Finally—
Tsukki muttered,
voice barely above breath,
like he was telling a secret to darkness itself:
> "He's always shining... always loud... always *there.*"
>
> A pause.
>
> "And I keep thinking... if one day I break... who will carry me?"
>
> He looked down at his hands.
>
>
## "...But maybe that's not how it works."
Eichi watched him quietly for a long moment—
then reached into his sleeve...
and placed something small on Tsukki's desk:
A USB drive engraved with two kanji: 🌙☀️ — *"Moon Sun."*
No logo. No encryption label. Just raw code beneath it all—pure potential energy disguised as data.
> "This is your brother's medical AI sync file," Eichi said simply.
>
> "I paid for full system access using mansion funds."
>
> His eyes flickered — just once — with something rare:
>
>
### 👉 *Kindness.*
Then he turned toward the door—
but paused without looking back:
**"And Tsuki?"**
Silence answered him from behind...
until Eichi whispered,
so low only Tsuki could hear:
### "Sometimes... letting someone carry you is what makes them strong too."
The door slid shut behind him—
leaving only moonlight,
a blinking hospital monitor across from bed,
and one unbroken line now written clearly at top of page in fresh ink:
# 🌑 You're my gravity...
#### ...So why do you hold me up?
🖤🌕💫
Somewhere nearby?
Raito mumbled sleepily into pillow:
"...Mmm... Tsukkiiii~ more sakuma merch later..."
Tsukki sighed—and for first time tonight...
let himself smile slightly.
💌🔥🎵
The next morning, the sun rose again over Yumenosaki—brighter, sharper.
No tripping.
No falling.
No collapsing into Tsukki in a dramatic heap.
Just Raito and Tsukki on the stage, side by side—aligned like twin stars finally in orbit.
Their movements flowed:
Raito's light guiding forward,
Tsukki's shadow shaping rhythm—
no hesitation, no fear of failure... only trust.
They nailed every transition. Every harmony locked. Every beat struck *together.*
Even Mao whistled: "Whoa... they upgraded overnight."
Koga crossed his arms proudly: "Looks like someone got *extra* motivation from last night's massage."
Tsukki shot him a glare—deadpan:
> "Say one more word and I light your socks on fire."
"Not my lucky pair!!" Koga gasped dramatically.
Meanwhile Raito bounced mid-step after hitting his high note perfectly—and didn't slip once—even when pointing straight at Eichi with a grin:
"See?! **I can be stable when I want to be!**"
Eichi watched calmly from above—
then tapped one key on his tablet:
🔔 *"Sync Rate (Polar Opposites): 96% — Entering 'Harmony Lock' phase."*
✨ *"Performance risk: Minimal. Emotional resonance: Maximum."*
Rei stood with hands clasped behind him—as always composed—but even he gave a single nod:
> "They're ready."
Because they were.
No more chaos without control.
No more silence without spark.
Just two opposites—not fighting...
but dancing through the dark,
hand in hand,
sun wrapped around moon,
moon holding sun aloft—
and not breaking this time...
because now?
### They knew how to fall—and still land standing together.
🔥🎤💫
## 📅 FUSION NIGHT ZERO – 12 HOURS REMAINING
The world was watching now—
and all that was left?
Was for them to shine.
🖤🌕☀️🎶
Hokuto suddenly stepped forward—flashing his trademark dazzling smile, sapphire eyes glinting under the studio lights.
> **"Alright, you two!"**
>
> He struck a pose, hands on hips like a superhero announcing destiny:
>
> **"You've gone from 'about to die' to 'almost pro'... but guess what?"**
>
> A dramatic pause.
>
>
### "Now it's time for the *Hokuto seal of approval!*"
Silence.
Then—
Mao groaned: "Oh no. It's happening."
Koga clapped: "The ritual begins!"
Hokuto ignored them completely. He marched straight up to Raito and Tsukki—then circled them slowly like an idol inspector judging ramen quality.
He stopped behind Tsukki... leaned in...
and poked his shoulder.
**"Too stiff."**
Tsukki blinked. "...What?"
Then he poked Raito's chest:
**"Too loud."**
Raito gasped. "**Hey!**"
Hokuto crossed his arms with authority:
> "Balance isn't just moves or vibes..."
>
> He spread his arms wide—like sunshine itself declaring law:
>
>
## 🔥 "It's *star power.*"
>
> Then he grinned.
>
> **"And I'm about to teach you how to BLIND THE WORLD WITH IT!"**
Before anyone could react—
he grabbed both of their hands,
pulled them center stage,
and shouted at the top of his lungs:
### "EVERYBODY!! FINAL RUN — FULL ENERGY MODE: ENGAGE!!"
Music exploded back into life—louder, fiercer than before. Lights flashed like supernovas. Holograms burst into motion as all units fell into position without hesitation.
Trickstar led rhythm.
UNDEAD brought depth.
FINE anchored grace.
And Polar Opposites?
Now guided by Hokuto's golden spark—
they didn't just perform...
### they ignited.
🌙☀️💫
Tsukki glanced sideways mid-dance at Raito—
who was grinning wider than ever,
eyes blazing with fire that wasn't just passion...
but trust,
joy,
family.
And for once?
Tsuki didn't look away from the light.
He danced right into it.
🎶🔥🖤
It was late after training—the mansion halls dim.
Most units had already headed home for the night, except the two idiots who *still* hadn't left the studio.
Tori wandered down an empty corridor, taking a drink from his water bottle...
When a muffled moan from an open bedroom caught his ear.
He paused, turned—eyes widening,
then inched closer to the half-open door.
Was he hearing things?
Another low moan drifted through—definitely *not* pain or fear.
Tsukki's voice—soft, tired... maybe a little *too* relaxed:
> "...again... right there..."
Raito's eager reply:
> "You want more pressure? Like this?"
>
> A groan—long and low—from Tsukki.
>
> "Y-yeah... just... don't stop..."
Tori choked on his water. **"WHAT?!"**
He dropped the bottle. It clattered loudly.
Inside, everything froze.
Then—
The door flew open.
Raito stood there in sweatpants and a tank top, hands still raised like he'd been mid-massage again—
Tsukki sat on the edge of his bed behind him, shirt off (for medical airflow reasons), looking half-asleep but deeply annoyed.
They both blinked at Tori—who was now bright red and sputtering:
"**I DIDN'T MEAN TO—I THOUGHT THIS WAS A SCENE FROM A BL NOVELLA!**"
Silence.
Then Raito grinned:
"Ohhh~ So *you're* into that kinda thing?"
Tsukki immediately threw a pillow at the door:
## "OUT."
Tori yelped and scrambled back down the hall like a startled cat,
still yelling over his shoulder,
"EXCUSE ME FOR NOT WANTING TO SEE MY FELLOW IDOL BEING *MOANED ON LITERALLY EVERY NIGHT!*"
As the echo faded...
Raito turned back to Tsukki with wide eyes: "He really thought we were doing something wild?"
Tsukki pulled on his shirt with zero expression:
> "...We're never living this down."
Outside?
Somewhere in the dark?
Mao was recording everything from around the corner—with sparkles in his eyes:
## 🔥 "Episode 37: Moonlight Confessions – Leaked Footage Incoming."
The next morning, Yumenosaki was bustling as usual—except—
Tori was avoiding everyone like the plague as they lined up outside the practice studio,
while Raito kept giving him weird looks,
and Tsukki just stood there stone-faced,
totally ignoring the whole situation.
Finally—
Raito snapped, stepping forward to confront Tori while Mao just started live-streaming:
> "Alright, spill it. Why are you being so weird?"
"I-I don't know what you're talking about."
Tori tried to play it cool even as a blush crept up his cheeks, avoiding Raito's gaze.
"I'm just... tired."
Raito raised an eyebrow, unconvinced: "Bullshit. You look like you've seen a ghost."
Tsukki stepped forward—calm, cool, like a storm blocking the sun.
He placed one hand on Raito's shoulder and gently pulled him back.
> **"Leave it."**
His voice was low. Final.
Raito blinked—surprised not by the words, but by how... *tired* Tsukki sounded.
Tsukki didn't look at Tori. Didn't glare. Didn't smirk.
He just said it again—quietly, almost to himself:
> "Some things aren't worth explaining."
And suddenly?
The air changed.
Mao lowered his phone slightly—just an inch—but enough to show he *felt* it too.
Koga leaned over to Wataru: "Huh... Tsukki's protecting someone? With *vibes*?"
Inside Eichi's earpiece—a soft ping:
🔔 *"Subject 'Tsuki Kuroi' demonstrated emotional shielding behavior — Level S interference."*
Eichi smiled behind his mask: *"How fascinating..."*
But back on stage?
Raito stared at Tsukki for a long moment...
then slowly grinned—not mocking, not loud,
but warm—
like he'd just seen something only he could understand:
> "Alright... I'll drop it."
>
> Then under his breath:
>
>
### "But only 'cause you're my moon—and moons don't lie."
Tsuki didn't reply.
Didn't have to.
Because in that quiet second?
No moans.
No chaos.
No threats of burning merch—
Just silence between friends...
and something deeper blooming beneath the surface:
**Trust**, unbroken,
in its purest form.
🌙☀️💫
And somewhere far away?
Mao whispered into his phone cam with glittering eyes:
## 🌚 "Episode 38: The Unspoken Bond – Coming Soon (Spoiler: It Hurts)."
Then—
The moment shattered.
Raito clapped his hands together, all energy and excitement again: "Alright! Let's get down to business and blow the roof off this place!"
Koga and Wataru cheered from the sideline like rabid sports fans.
Mao just started filming again: "Yes, *please* let's do this before things get more awkward for everyone."
And as they all rushed to warm up...
Tori snuck a small smile to Tsukki:
> *"Thanks."*
It was a simple, silent motion—
but it meant everything to Tori,
who'd been bracing for embarrassment all morning...
and instead got *acceptance:*
No questions. No teasing.
Just quiet solidarity from someone he hadn't really talked to until just now.
Because somehow, out of nowhere...
Tsukki and him had found a new bond—
in their shared silence...
and the trust that sometimes, silence was better than explanations.
The studio exploded into chaos as the units scattered—
Trickstar led warm-ups.
UNDEAD started stretching.
FINE did vocal drills.
And right at the heart of it all,
Raito and Tsukki took positions on stage.
Ready to perform,
to dance,
to *shine together.*
As Koga shouted a count-down.
As cameras started rolling.
As the music blasted—
Tsukki looked at Raito.
Smiled.
And they moved as one.
They'd practiced for *hours:*
Practiced vocals.
Practiced choreography.
Practiced until the dance studio was hot,
and they were all dripping in sweat and panting like wild animals...
But damn.
They *nailed* it.
"We need a break," Raito declared between breaths, panting like he'd just run a marathon.
Eichi nodded from the back. "Take ten.
Mao groaned, dropping to the floor like a puppet with cut strings. "Finally. I need a full five minute nap."
Tsukki pulled his sleeve across his forehead—dark hair clinging to his temples, breath steady but heavy.
Without a word, he grabbed his water bottle and *chugged*—half of it gone in three seconds flat.
Raito watched, wide-eyed: "Dude... you're like a desert cactus finally getting rain."
Tsukki didn't answer.
Just lowered the bottle...
wiped his mouth with the back of his hand...
and gave Raito one deadpan look:
> **"I'm not made of sunshine."**
Then—
he tossed the empty bottle perfectly into the bin behind him without looking.
Koga whistled. "Cold. Calm. *Flawless.*"
Meanwhile Mao groaned from floor:
"I can't move... I'm one wrong breath away from dissolving into stardust..."
Tori mumbled under a towel: "Why do we even train this hard..."
Wataru laughed: "Because our fans expect nothing less than miracles!"
And Eichi?
He stood quietly at the edge—
watching Polar Opposites sit side by side,
sun and moon catching their breath together,
shoulders almost touching,
not saying anything...
just existing in rhythm now—breath for breath,
beat for beat—
like their very lives had synced.
🔔 *"Sync Rate (Polar Opposites): 97% — Emotional lock confirmed."*
He smiled beneath his mask:
> **"Perfect."**
>
> He tapped once on comms:
>
>
## 🔥 "Final preparations begin tonight."
But down below?
No one thought about numbers or ratings or fusion shows anymore.
They were too busy being alive—
panting,
laughing,
drenched in sweat and starlight...
and ready.
🖤🌕☀️💫
The stage wasn't coming.
It was already theirs.
Kaoru wiped sweat from his temples with a towel, eyeing Polar Opposites across the room.
"Hey, Tsukki."
Tsukki glanced up from his water. "Yeah?"
Kaoru stepped forward, towel slung over his shoulder,
amber eyes sharp with something between challenge and curiosity—
then he smirked.
> **"You've got stamina... I'll give you that."**
A beat.
Then he flicked a glance at Raito, who was dramatically gasping on the floor like a dying starfish:
> "But can *he* keep up?"
Raito shot up instantly—offended:
"**EXCUSE ME?!** I'm *literally* the sun! I shine 24/7!"
Kaoru just chuckled—low, smooth, like midnight rolling into dawn.
> "Hmph. Bright doesn't mean strong."
>
> He cracked his neck.
>
>
## "Let's see if your 'sunshine' can survive UNDEAD's next training session."
Silence fell.
Even Mao paused mid-meme to stare.
Tori whispered: "*Oh no. The gauntlet has been dropped.*"
Tsukki didn't flinch. Just took one slow sip from Raito's stolen water bottle—
then handed it back empty with zero apology—and said calmly:
> **"Try not to cry when we outlast you."**
Raito gasped in fake horror: "Tsukki!! You just accepted a *death wish!*"
Kaoru grinned wider—fangs peeking out like moonlight through clouds:
> **"Good."**
>
> He turned toward Koga and Rei.
>
>
### "Start preparing the coffin playlist."
Koga groaned: "Ugh... more overtime?"
Rei simply adjusted his glasses—
and muttered darkly:
"...I'll bring extra bandages."
Eichi watched from above...
and typed slowly into FINE's log:
🔔 *"Cross-unit rivalry forming — Emotional tension rising."*
🔥 *"Viral potential: Skyrocketing."*
Because now?
It wasn't just about performance anymore.
It wasn't even about Fusion Night Zero.
Night fell outside.
The studio was dark.
And Tsukki was *still* awake—
not sleeping,
but hunched over a paper on his desk like he hadn't moved in hours.
Raito slept soundly in bed a few feet away, blissfully unaware:
sunset curls spread like wildflowers on his pillow, smile soft as moonbeams,
sleeping like nothing could bother him.
Tsukki watched him for a while...
then looked back down at the paper.
Tsukki's voice was barely a breath—
soft, low,
carried only by the quiet hum of night and the faint ocean breeze through the open window.
> *"I was the moon... you were the sun..."*
>
> His fingers stilled on his pen.
>
> *"I can't seem to shine... now that you're gone."*
He didn't mean to sing it out loud.
But he did—just once—because it hurt too much not to.
And maybe...
he wasn't singing about loss anymore.
But fear of losing.
Eichi's tablet buzzed quietly in his room, illuminating the silent space in a pale glow.
He glanced down, read the lyrics without a word...
and smiled beneath his mask—
like he'd just gotten a sign from the stars.
Then he typed back a single line: *"Perfection."*
Tsukki glanced up—surprised—but didn't reply.
Instead, he just sat back in his chair,
staring at the silent studio—
listening to Raito breathe quietly...
and wondered if there was any point in trying to sleep.
The night sky over Yumenosaki burned with color.
Lights. Lasers. Screams.
Thousands of fans packed the seaside arena—flags waving, glowsticks swirling in waves like constellations given motion.
It was here.
## 💥 FUSION NIGHT ZERO — LIVE DEBUT CONCERT
On the massive stage split into four zones—one for each unit—the atmosphere crackled with energy:
Trickstar stood ready at center-left, Hokuto flashing a grin like a shooting star about to ignite.
UNDEAD loomed at the back-right, dark silhouettes glowing under violet firelight.
FINE stood poised and elegant on their raised platform—Eichi watching it all from above through glass.
And Polar Opposites?
Center stage.
Sun and moon together—for the very first time in front of the world.
Raito turned to Tsukki—sweat already beading on his brow despite not moving yet—
and whispered:
> "You good?"
Tsukki didn't look at him. Just tightened his glove... once...
then nodded slightly:
> **"Don't screw up."**
Raito grinned so wide it hurt: "Only if you promise not to be *too* cool."
A beat passed—
then Tsukki almost smiled.
Almost.
🎶💥🔥
The screen flashed white—
and then voice boomed across speakers:
### "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN... WELCOME TO THE DAWN OF A NEW IDOL ERA!"
Hokuto leapt first—kicking off with Trickstar's explosive opener that sent shockwaves through the crowd.
Koga spun into acrobatics while Mao sang flawless high notes that made fans faint.
Then UNDEAD took over—deep bass dropping as Kaoru growled lyrics like thunder rolling beneath stars, Rei's haunting harmonies wrapping around every soul present.
FINE followed—not loud, but *inescapable,* elegance sharp enough to cut reality itself as Eichi conducted emotion like a maestro of fate.
And when silence fell...
the lights dimmed completely...
until two spotlights hit center stage—one gold,
one silver.
🖤🌕 ☀️
A single piano note rang out—
soft... lonely...
then Raito stepped forward beneath warm light,
voice trembling just slightly—but bright as ever:
> *"I was lost in shadow..."*
Then Tsuki's voice joined—in contrast, cold but clear,
cutting through silence like truth no one dared say aloud:
> *"You found me anyway."*
They looked at each other across light and darkness—
before they moved closer... together...
and finally released what had been building since day one:
To be continued...