As everyone watched—some with confusion,
others with cold calculation—
Tsukki knelt down in front of Raito, who still knelt on one knee.
His voice was barely a whisper:
> *"Do you know what you did wrong?"*
Raito opened his mouth—then closed it again,
thinking.
Then slowly,
carefully:
> *"...I rushed."*
Tsukki nodded—
just once.
> *"And?"*
Raito thought a little longer, frowning slightly—
then answered, still serious:
>"...I pushed forward without checking my center.
>
> Without syncing with *you* first."
Tsukki nodded again—and this time,
there was the slightest, *slightest*
hint of approval:
# "Good."
Raito breathed a sigh of relief—
but it was too soon.
As soon as the stick was tucked away,
Tsukki turned:
> *"Now get up.*
>
> *We're doing it again."*
Raito blinked.
> "Wait—*again?!*"
But Tsukki was already stepping back, posture straight,
voice cool as moonlight:
> "You corrected one mistake."
>
>
### "That doesn't mean you've earned rest."
From the sidelines—
Jun snapped his fingers: **"New challenge unlocked."**
HiMERU smirked: "They're not even warmed up yet."
Nagisa crossed his arms, eyes sharp:
> "Most idols fear discipline."
>
> A pause.
>
>
### "These two? They wear it like armor."
And then—
the studio speakers crackled to life.
A new track began to play:
Strong beat.
Heavy bass.
Rhythm shifting like tides—dangerous, unpredictable.
From behind glass, Ibara announced coldly into a mic:
🔔 *"Polar Opposites — Synchronization Test: Level 10 Commencing."*
Raito scrambled to his feet, energy sparking again despite the exhaustion,
grinning at Tsukki with that same reckless fire:
"Alright! Let's nail this one—perfect opposition!"
Tsukki didn't smile...
but gave a single nod.
Not *yes.*
More like—
**"Don't make me use the stick again."**
And as the music surged,
they stepped forward—
sun and moon rebalancing in real time,
ready to clash...
not out of anger...
but because that's how they shine brightest.
🌑☀️💥🎶
Raito collapsed onto the studio floor like a star that had finally burned out—
arms sprawled, chest heaving,
hoodie soaked with sweat,
but still grinning like an idiot.
"Whew... Tsukki... we nailed it..."
His voice was shaky, breathless.
"...Right?"
Tsukki didn't answer right away.
He chugged half his water bottle in one go—then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes closed.
Then—
a single nod:
"You didn't trip over your own feet once."
A pause.
"Progress."
Raito let out a weak laugh: "Geez... coming from you that's basically a standing ovation."
Across the room—
Crazy:B were sprawled on mats like defeated warriors.
Niki whined: "How are they still moving?!"
Kohaku yawned: "Moon boy's discipline is scary."
HiMERU adjusted his earpiece, watching live stats from FINE's network
🔔 "Raito Hikari — Heart rate stabilizing after peak exertion."
🔔 "Tsuki Kuroi — Caloric deficit detected. Needs food."
Meanwhile,
Valkyrie stood nearby—Shu giving Tsukki a rare look of respect:
"You held him back just enough to keep him from breaking."
Mika added softly: "And followed just enough not to lose him."
Tsukki said nothing...
just glanced at Raito—who was now attempting (and failing) to do push-ups while lying flat on his stomach.
Then—
he tossed Raito the rest of his water bottle without looking.
It landed perfectly in Raito's hand.
A small gesture.
But everyone saw it:
The way Raito caught it and smiled—not big or flashy—but quiet, warm...
like he'd just been given something priceless.
From above, Eichi pressed record again:
💫 "Bond Level Confirmed: Unspoken Trust – Full Synchronization Achieved."
Because this wasn't just training anymore...
It was proof—
no matter how far COSMIC PRODUCTION pushed them...
how hard Eden watched,
how sharp Valkyrie judged...
Polar Opposites wouldn't break.
🌑☀️💦🔥
They'd only shine brighter—
together.
The sun may burn out.
The moon may vanish.
But as long as one remembers to call the other back—
they'll keep orbiting... forever.
the phone rings
Raito stared at the screen—
**"Mom"** flashing like a tiny siren in the dimming studio light.
He groaned, flopping onto his back dramatically:
> "Noooo... not now..."
>
> He glanced at Tsukki.
>
> "If I answer, she'll know *everything* within five minutes. My schedule, my diet, if I've made friends, if I'm *in love—*"*
Tsukki didn't look up from tightening his shoe.
Just said flatly:
> **"You're already in trouble for not calling her back last week."**
Raito gasped—suddenly panicked:
"Right! She sent *that* voice message! The one with the dramatic violin background music!!"
From across the room—
Jun snorted. "Your mom sounds like a villain in a soap opera."
Hinata added: "Is she gonna disown you if you don't get married to an idol?"
Raito whimpered and covered his face: "She already asked me to set her up with Nagisa-san!"
Nagisa—who had been quietly reviewing footage—noted without looking up:
> **"Declined."**
Tsukki finally stood,
brushed off his pants,
and stared down at Raito as the phone kept ringing.
Then—
he reached out one hand.
Not for comfort.
For control.
Raito blinked. "...Huh?"
Tsukki sighed—like this was painfully obvious:
### "Give it here."
The whole room froze again.
Even Eichi leaned forward slightly from the shadows: 🔔 *"Incoming maternal interference detected."*
But Raito?
After a beat...
he handed over his phone—with surprising trust—and whispered:
"Be... gentle?"
Tsukki answered with two words before putting it to his ear:
> **"Moshi moshi."**
>
>
### "It's Tsuki."
Silence on the line—for about half a second—
then...
***SCREEEEEECH***
Even from three meters away,
they all heard it—the sound of pure maternal energy exploding through speakerphone like lightning through clouds!
---
#### *"TSUKIKIII!!! Is that really you?! How's my little sun?! Is he eating well?! Are you keeping him safe?! Have you seen who he's hanging out with?!"*
Tsukki held the phone slightly away from his ear...
calm as ever...
eyes closed briefly—as if praying for patience—
then spoke slowly,
like reading lines from sacred scripture:
> "...He's alive."
>
>
He paused.
>
>
### "And still annoying."
A beat.
Then—the inevitable follow-up:
#### *"WHEN ARE YOU TWO COMING HOME FOR DINNER?!"*
Before Raito could flail silently and gesture *"NO NO NO,"* Tsukki said simply:
> "When we don't collapse first."
>
>
And hung up.
***Click.***
Dead silence returned to COSMIC studio floor...
until Niki whispered awe-struck:
"...I think he just survived what no man has survived before."
Kohaku nodded solemnly: "**Legend level move.**"
Raito sat frozen on the floor—a single tear rolling down his cheek?
Was it fear?
Relief?
Pride?
Maybe all three.
Then—he lunged forward and tackled Tsukki into a sweaty hug screaming into his shoulder!
*"YOU SAVED ME FROM FAMILY DINNER INTERROGATION!! YOU'RE A HERO!!"*
Tsuki pushed him off—but too late;
everyone saw it that tiny twitch near Tsuki's eye...
that almost-smile trying desperately not to escape.
🌕☀️💔💙📞
Because some battles aren't fought under stage lights—
but over dinner tables,
with mothers who know too much...
and best friends who say just enough.
Rinne's phone buzzed mid-laugh, still recovering from Raito's dramatic mom-call chaos.
He glanced at the screen—
> **"Hiiro 🌸"**
And just like that,
his entire face changed.
The wild grin softened.
The spark in his pink eyes dimmed—just a fraction—
into something warmer. Tired. *Loving.*
He answered instantly—but quietly, stepping away from the noise:
> "Hey... Hii-chan."
Silence fell again over COSMIC studio—like someone had turned down the world.
Even Crazy:B froze.
Because everyone knew:
Rinne was loud, flashy, chaotic...
but when it came to his little brother?
He became something else entirely—a protector wrapped in glitter and scars.
---
On the other end:
Hiiro's voice—calm, gentle as moonlight through glass—
came through clearly:
> "You missed our call yesterday."
No anger.
Just quiet fact.
Rinne winced visibly—even Tsukki noticed it this time—and rubbed the back of his neck:
"S-Sorry! We were doing fusion drills with Polar Opposites and things got *crazy*! Literally!"
*(Niki shouted "HEY!" in protest)*
But Hiiro didn't scold him further. Just sighed softly:
> "...Are you eating?"
Rinne pouted at no one in particular: "Of course I am! Look!"
He held up a half-eaten banana he'd stolen from Raito earlier.
No one believed him—including Hiiro apparently—because came next:
> "You look thinner on camera."
Pause. 🔪
Rinne stiffened slightly—the first crack appearing under his usual mask.
Then he muttered low enough most couldn't hear but Tsukki caught every word:
### "I'm fine... just chasing dreams like you told me to."
Hiiro's voice softened, cutting through the silence like a lullaby:
> "Then chase them... but don't lose yourself."
A pause.
Rinne closed his eyes.
For just one second—
he didn't look like the wild leader of Crazy:B.
He looked like an older brother who stayed up too late,
worried too hard,
fought too much—
all so the one waiting on the other end could keep shining safely in *his* light.
Then Hiiro added quietly:
> "I saw your live stream today."
>
>
>
>
> "You smiled for three minutes and seventeen seconds straight."
>
>
### "...You were tired before that."
Rinne froze.
No joke came out.
No flashy laugh.
Because Hiiro—gentle, quiet ALKALOID leader—had seen it all along:
the way Rinne pushed past exhaustion,
the way his voice cracked just once during their encore,
how he leaned on Kohaku after they left stage...
and still called it *"just a warm-up."*
From across the room,
Nagisa watched silently—
then murmured only to Ibara:
> "They're alike... those two."
>
> **"Siblings who wear masks to protect each other."**
Tsukki sipped water without looking up—but noted it all anyway:
two brothers separated by studio walls,
yet connected by something deeper than blood or fame...
by sacrifice whispered between calls and missed meals.
Back on the phone—
Rinne finally spoke again, low and raw:
"...I'll eat real food later. Promise."
"And I'll call tomorrow—even if we're doing drills with Valkyrie's shadow choreo hellscape."
A tiny smile crept into Hiiro's voice:
> "Okay."
>
>
But then—he added with sudden firmness:
### "And next time? No banana lies."
Everyone within earshot *heard that.*
Kohaku snorted. Niki burst out laughing. Raito wiped fake tears dramatically: "HE SEES ALL!!"
Even HiMERU allowed himself a smirk: "Emotional accuracy level — terrifying."
As Rinne hung up and shoved his phone away—face pink under glitter—Hiiro's final words lingered in everyone's mind...
not shouted or dramatic...
but true as starlight over STARMAKER STUDIO far across Tokyo:
💫 *"Keep shining... but come back to me."*
Because idols rise alone?
**No.**
Some rise because someone else is waiting at home—
holding their light steady...
🌙❤️🔥🌸
Tsukki clicked his tongue—
sharp, quiet, like a clock ticking in the dark.
> "Hmph."
He didn't raise his voice.
Didn't need to.
Just stood up from the floor,
brushed off his pants,
and said flatly:
### "You're lucky he still answers your calls."
Rinne blinked—mid-banana-peel war with Niki—
then stilled.
Because those words weren't mockery.
They were *truth*—
cold and clear as moonlight on glass:
Some brothers stop picking up.
Some doors close.
Some lights go out... and never come back.
And Rinne knew it better than most.
Tsukki didn't wait for a reply.
He just turned—
hood pulled slightly lower—and walked toward the exit,
shadow stretching long behind him like something he refused to name aloud:
Loss.
Fear.
The brother who hadn't woken up yet...
But before the door slid shut behind him...
he paused—just for a breath—
and without turning back:
> "...Don't waste it."
Then gone.
Silence again fell over COSMIC studio—
even Crazy:B quiet now,
because everyone felt it this time:
That invisible weight beneath the glitter...
the love wrapped in pain...
the truth no dance move could hide.
💔🖤
Back in Raito's lap—the phone buzzed once more.
A message from Tsukki:
> **"Get food. I'll wait."**
And somehow... that single line said everything else unsaid.
🌕☀️🌙
Raito stayed seated, staring at the spot where Tsukki had disappeared—
then let out a slow breath,
voice softer than anyone had ever heard before.
> "I... I'm sorry."
He didn't look up at first.
Just fiddled with his phone, thumb brushing over Tsukki's last message like it was something fragile.
Then—finally—he lifted his head, meeting everyone's eyes: Eden, Valkyrie, Crazy:B, 2switch... even the quiet watchers above.
> "Tsukki's not cold. He's just... really good at pretending he doesn't feel hurt."
A pause.
The studio lights dimmed slightly as evening fell outside—gold turning to indigo across Tokyo's skyline.
Raito swallowed hard—
then said quietly:
> "His older brother... worked himself into a coma trying to support them after their parents passed.
>
> He's still in the hospital. Still hasn't woken up."
>
>
### "And Tsukki? He never left his side."
His voice cracked—just once—but he pushed through:
"He takes part-time jobs *every* night after practice... sends every yen to the hospital bills."
"He studies medicine on breaks no one sees."
"And he *smiles* when I ask if he's okay—like it's nothing."
Raito looked down again,
fingers tightening around his phone.
> "...He holds everything together so I don't have to fall apart.
>
> So none of us see how heavy it really is."
Silence blanketed the room.
No jokes now. No laughter echoing from Niki or Kohaku.
Even HiMERU removed his earpiece—for once choosing presence over data tracking.
From above,
Eichi closed FINE's log momentarily—
and whispered only for himself:
🔔 *"Sacrifice Level: Maximum."*
Then Jun spoke softly:
"Damn..."
Shu crossed his arms—but this time without judgment:
### "And you carry him too."
Raito blinked—then smiled weakly, nodding once:
"Yeah... somehow?"
But then brighter—with fire returning—
> "That's why we became idols! To get strong—to shine so bright that maybe one day..."
>
>
He trailed off—not needing to finish it aloud...
but they all heard anyway:
**Maybe one day,** **his brother will open his eyes**
—and see that moonlight still orbits beside him.
🌑💫🩺❤️🔥
Because some dreams aren't for fame...
Some rise because someone else is still waiting—
in silence,
in sleep,
in hope.
Some dreams don't chase the spotlight.
They guard what's already gone too quiet.
And Raito?
He'll keep singing—for both of them.
Rinne stepped forward—slow, uncharacteristically quiet.
No smirk. No sparkle.
Just a brother who understood silence too well.
He looked at Raito—really looked—and said:
> "...I used to think I was the only one running."
His voice was low, stripped of its usual chaos—
raw like an open nerve.
> "I pushed harder... smiled louder... made everyone *believe* I was untouchable."
>
>
### "Because if Hiiro saw me fall? He'd stop shining."
He glanced down at his own phone—still warm from that call,
the name **"Hiiro 🌸"** glowing like a tiny beacon in the darkening studio.
Then back up:
> "But seeing Tsukki... how he moves..."
>
>
A breath.
A flicker of pain behind his eyes.
> "**He doesn't run. He carries.**"
>
>
Rinne's fist tightened slightly—at his side, not for anger,
but for understanding:
> "And you? You don't carry alone either."
>
>
He pointed at Raito—not dramatically, but with weight—
like marking truth on skin:
### "You're not just holding him up...
You're making sure he remembers *how to breathe.*"
Silence again.
Even Nagisa looked away—just for a second—as if witnessing something too sacred to stare at directly.
Then Rinne turned toward the door Tsukki had left through,
and raised his voice just enough—so it carried past pride and pretense both:
> **"Next time you vanish without food—I'm dragging you to ramen whether you like it or not."**
Pause.
No answer from beyond the hall...
but somewhere down the corridor—
a faint pause in footsteps?
Maybe imagined...
maybe not.
Rinne grinned anyway—
small, real—and shoved hands into pockets as Kohaku clapped him on the back hard enough to make him stumble forward laughing again:
"Alright! Enough sad stuff! Who wants milk bread with strawberry jelly?!"
Niki cheered immediately: **"ME!! AND PONCHIKO!!"**
And slowly—the light returned,
not because pain disappeared...
but because they were no longer pretending it existed alone.
💫❤️🔥🌸
Because some bonds aren't built under spotlights...
They're forged in silence between calls,
in steps taken when no one sees,
in knowing—
someone else is carrying their world too.
Meanwhile
Tsukki leaned against the railing of the balcony, closing his eyes as the night breeze ruffled his hair and hoodie.
The wind was colder now, the air sharp with the scent of autumn. But no one else was out here, and for once, he didn't mind the solitude. Out here, away from the noise and the glitter, the weight in his chest loosened a bit.
Until a voice cut through the silence:
"Well, aren't you a pretty picture."
Rinne leaned against the balcony beside him,
arms crossed, gaze not on the city lights...
but on Tsukki.
> "You know," he said, voice low—no jokes now—
>
>
### "I used to think silence was weakness."
Tsukki didn't move.
Didn't speak.
But his fingers tightened slightly on the railing—
like bracing for impact.
Rinne kept going:
> "Hiiro... he never yelled. Never begged. Just smiled and said *'I'm fine'*—even when I knew he wasn't."
>
>
He finally turned his head, pink eyes catching moonlight like shattered glass:
> "So when I saw you today..."
>
>
A pause.
Then soft—but firm:
### "I saw him in you."
Stillness fell between them,
not empty—
but full of everything they wouldn't say aloud:
Brothers lost.
Pain hidden under routines.
The fear that one day,
the person you're waiting for...
might never wake up to see how far you've come.
Tsukki finally exhaled—a slow, quiet breath—
and without looking at Rinne this time,
muttered just loud enough for it to carry in the wind:
> "...Don't make it sound like I'm some kind of lesson."
Rinne smirked faintly—
but there was no mockery in it.
Just warmth beneath glitter dust still stuck to his sleeve from practice.
He reached into his pocket—and pulled out a crumpled paper cup of warm milk tea with two straws stuck in it:
> "Took me five minutes to convince Kohaku not to put jelly in yours."
Tsukki stared at it like it offended him personally:
> "...One's enough."
Rinne shoved one cup into Tsukki's hand anyway:
### "Yeah? Too bad. We're sharing tonight."
And because no words came after that...
because silence wasn't so heavy when someone else sat beside you under stars too far away too count...
Tsuki took a sip—not through the straw meant for Raito later—but through Rinne's own marked one first... then gave half back without complaint.
🌙🖤🥤
Not healing fully tonight...
But maybe?
Just breathing easier.
Tsukki's voice was quiet—like a crack in the moonlight.
He didn't look at Rinne.
Just stared out over the city, hands wrapped around the warm cup,
breath fogging slightly in the cold air.
> "...Your brother's lucky."
Rinne blinked—didn't react at first.
Then slowly turned his head, watching him carefully.
Tsukki continued:
> "He gets to *see* you."
>
> "Hears your voice. Knows you're alive... every day."
>
>
### "Mine doesn't even know I'm still here."
The words didn't tremble.
They just *landed*—
heavy as truth buried under years of silence and hospital lights.
A pause stretched between them,
long enough for a siren to echo far below,
for stars to blur above Tokyo's skyline—
then Tsukki added, softer now:
> "I stand beside his bed every Sunday.
>
> Talk about practice. Idols. Raito being an idiot."
>
>
His grip tightened on the cup—just slightly—
but not enough to crush it.
Just enough so he could still feel something real in his hand:
### "...But he never answers back."
Rinne didn't smile. Didn't try to fix it with jokes or glitter or chaos this time.
Instead—he leaned forward slightly—and said only one thing:
> **"Then I'll keep talking for both of us."**
Not loud. Not dramatic.
But final—as if swearing an oath under that same moon watching over two brothers separated by fate...
and yet connected by those who refuse to let silence win.
🖤💫🩺
Because some voices fade...
but love?
It echoes—even when no one replies.
Rinne leaned back against the railing,
staring up at the sky—like he could see right through the city's haze
to where stars burned cold and distant.
> "You know..."
His voice wasn't loud.
But it didn't waver either.
> "Hiiro once told me... *'Big brothers aren't heroes just because they stand. They're heroes because someone is waiting for them to come home.'"*
He turned his head—slowly—and looked at Tsukki.
Not with pity.
Never that.
But with something deeper:
**Recognition.**
> "So yeah... maybe your brother can't hear you now."
>
>
He took a sip from their shared milk tea—then held it out again like an offering,
warmth passing between hands in silence:
### "But you're still talking.
You're still fighting.
You're still *here.*"
A beat.
Then, softer:
> "And that means he hasn't lost you yet."
Tsukki didn't speak.
Didn't nod or smile or even look at him.
But—
his fingers uncurled slightly from the cup,
and for the first time all night...
he let his shoulder brush against Rinne's as they stood side by side under that vast, quiet sky.
🌌🖤💫
Because healing doesn't always come with words...
Sometimes—
it comes on a balcony,
with shared drinks,
and another broken boy who understands
exactly how heavy silence can be.
Tsukki's voice was quiet—softer than anyone who knew him would expect.
> **"Thank you, Amagi-san."**
He didn't bow.
Didn't look away.
Just met Rinne's crimson eyes—those sharp, glittering windows to a storm of his own—
and held them.
Not as rivals.
Not as idols from different studios clashing under spotlight rules.
But as two brothers standing at the edge of silence...
one screaming into it,
the other waiting through it—
and both refusing to let go.
Rinne blinked once—surprised?
Maybe.
But then,
a small smirk curled at the corner of his lips—not wild or chaotic this time...
just *warm.*
> "Call me Rinne," he said lightly—but with weight beneath it. "We're past titles tonight."
Tsukki didn't smile back.
But something in his shoulders eased—
like a knot loosened in the dark without fanfare or sound—
and when he looked back at the city skyline,
it didn't feel so distant anymore.
🌙❤️🔥
Somewhere far across Tokyo,
Hiiro stirred slightly in bed during ALKALOID's late-night stream rehearsal—
his fingers twitched toward his phone...
where a new message sat unopened:
📩 *"Missed you today. Talk tomorrow?" – Rinne*
And miles away on that balcony,
in COSMIC PRODUCTION's shadow-draped silence,
two broken boys stood shoulder-to-shoulder—
not fixed...
but no longer alone.
**"TSUKKIIII~! FOOD! NOW!"**
Raito came flying out of nowhere—like a golden comet with too much energy and zero regard for personal space—
and *pounced* onto Tsukki's back with a dramatic tackle-hug that nearly made both of them stumble off the balcony.
Tsukki grunted, arms flailing slightly for balance—cup still somehow in hand—
> "**RAITO—NOT AGAIN—**"
But Raito just *laughed*, clinging like a hyperactive koala:
> "C'monnnn! You said you'd wait!! And I saw you sharing drinks with Rinne like besties~!!"
>
> He shot a cheeky wink at Rinne: "Bet you two were having deep emotional bonding, huh?!"
Rinne smirked, twirling his empty cup:
"Maaaybe. Unlike someone who shows up late and ruins cinematic moments."
> "Hey!"
Tsukki finally regained his footing—and adjusted his hoodie like he could physically recompose dignity—
but muttered under his breath:
### "I regret everything."
Still...
He didn't push Raito off.
Didn't shrug him away.
Just sighed—a long-suffering sound full of love he'd never say aloud—
and started walking back toward the door:
"Fine. Food. But *you're* paying."
Rito gasped dramatically from piggyback height:
> **"MY HEART IS PAYING ENOUGH JUST LOVING YOU!"**
Nagisa, passing by inside and overhearing everything through open doors?
Closed it immediately.
Without expression:
### "Too much cuteness... It's dangerous."
Jun nodded solemnly:
"We've witnessed something sacred."
🌕☀️🍜❤️🔥
Because some bonds aren't built in silence...
Some are loud,
reckless,
full of bad timing...
and absolutely impossible to let go.
Morning sun rose over Yumenosaki Academy,
painting the ocean beyond in shimmering gold—
and like any normal day (whatever that meant for them),
Raito came barreling around the corner of the school gate like a runaway comet,
scarf flapping, toast in mouth, bag half-open spilling notebooks everywhere—
> "**I'M NOT LATE I'M NOT LATE I'M NOOOOT—**"
***DING.***
The final warning bell rang.
Raito froze mid-step... then collapsed to his knees dramatically on the courtyard path:
> "...I'm late."
>
>
### *"Why does time hate me?!"*
Behind him—
calm as ever,
hood up,
bag perfectly zipped,
Tsukki stepped through the gates with quiet precision.
Without a word,
he reached into his pocket—
pulled out a slightly crushed rice ball wrapped in plastic—
and dropped it into Raito's open palm.
> "Eat on the way."
Raito blinked up at him like Tsukki had just handed him salvation itself:
> "...You're an angel disguised as a grumpy moon."
Tsukki didn't reply.
Just grabbed Raito's collar (gently) and yanked him upright—
then started walking toward Class Idol B101.
And because he knew *exactly* how his partner worked...
he added one last thing without looking back:
### "And if you're late again tomorrow... no breakfast."
Gasps from passing students.
Whispers: *"Did Kuroi-san say 'breakfast'?! As in... regular meals?! With Hikari-kun?!"*
Even HiMERU paused mid-sentence during morning briefing with FINE agents:
🔔 *"Domestic harmony level — unexpectedly high."*
But Tsukki didn't care about stats or rumors.
Inside classroom seats were still warm from homeroom when they arrived—late but not absent—and somehow...
Tsuki sat beside Raito without complaint,
while Rito grinned like he'd already won something huge just by surviving another sunrise together.
☀️📘🍙🌕
Because idol dreams might start on stage...
but sometimes?
They grow strongest between morning runs,
shared snacks...
and silent promises made under school hall clocks.