Raito grabbed the back of Nagisa's shirt—eyes *wide.*
Tsukki grabbed the back of Ibara's.
Rinne was a maniac, waving the *shiny* bottle of glitter like it was a *weapon.*
> "Now get your cute asses into a circle for the group photo!"
There was nowhere to go.
No escape.
The other idols were gathering around:
*Smiling,
laughing,
hands out.*
—And then,
like a storm in high heels,
> **"MY SUNSHINE BABY!!"**
Raito's mother *appeared*—somehow through the crowd—
camera already flashing, phone recording at full blast:
> "Say cheese! This is going on my idol mom blog—**#PolarOppositesRealLifeCuteness #TsukkiIsMySecondSonNow #RaitoYouBetterHugSomeoneOrElse**!"
Raito: 😰 "MOM, NO LIIIIIVE—"
Tsukki: 👁️👄👁️ *"I'm disowning you from friendship."*
Nagisa tried to stay composed—
but even Eden was crumbling.
Jun muttered: "She's scarier than our producer."
Ibara sighed again—deeply—and for the first time...
actually *moved,* stepping slightly in front of them both:
> "...If you don't stop shining that light in their eyes... I'll block it myself."
Even Seiya appeared at the edge of the room—
watching with a smile and one quiet word into his mic (which he still hadn't put down):
> "...Perfect."
Because there they were.
Not on stage.
No spotlight set by technicians.
Just two boys—
surrounded by chaos,
by glitter,
by gossipy moms,
and overprotective seniors...
But for once?
They weren't running from it.
Tsukki still held Ibara's coat like a lifeline...
but didn't pull away when Raito grabbed his arm.
And Raito?
He finally laughed—
real this time,
loud and unguarded—
as Rinne dumped fake sparkles on them anyway.
📸✨💖
The flash went off.
One photo.
One moment.
One family of stars—at last—together.
🌙☀️💫
Rinne leaned casually against the table—glitter still on his sleeves—
chatting with Hiiro, who stood stiff but listening.
> "You know... Raito's kinda like you when you first started," Rinne said, smirking.
> "All bright energy and zero survival instincts."
Hiiro side-eyed him:
"...I was never *that* loud."
Rinne laughed:
"Oh honey. You screamed your debut lyrics so hard you lost your voice for two days."
Nearby,
Mitsuru challenged Koga to an arm wrestling match (naturally lost),
Natsume debated music theory with Izumi,
and Kohaku somehow convinced Adonis to try pudding.
...He liked it. Don't tell anyone.
But back in the corner—
**Polar Opposites** remained in full rabbit mode:
Raito clutching Ibara's coat like a security blanket,
Tsukki silently judging every soul in existence...
especially his best friend.
> "We have to come out eventually," Tsukki muttered.
Raito whispered:
"Nooo... What if someone asks about my *childhood diary* next?!"
Just then—
Fuyume popped up with a plate of cookies shaped like stars and moons:
> "I made these for you! To celebrate!"
They both froze.
Then...
slowly...
Tsukki reached out one hand—
took the moon cookie,
gave a tiny nod:
"...Thanks."
And Raito—still hiding behind Ibara—peeked out just enough to grab the sun cookie:
"...Yours is prettier than mine..."
Fuyume beamed brighter than stage lights. 🌟
One small bite at a time,
even scared idols learn to step forward...
🌙☀️🍪💫
Ibara offered each one a drink—
both boys still hiding behind him:
> "This isn't spiked... is it?" Raito asked.
Ibara scoffed:
"If I'm willing to stand here... I would hope you have more faith in me."
Raito took the cup gingerly—
peeking back out:
> "...Thanks."
Tsukki sipped quietly—
and just *barely* nodded again.
Even the smallest of gestures...
were victories. 🎆
The first cough echoed through the noisy hall.
Ritsu paused mid-sentence, eyes wide.
Leo stopped mid-bite into a macaron.
Even Natsume looked up.
Everyone fell quiet—except for Tsukki and Raito who stumbled and choked on the drinks.
Ritsu said:
"That... shouldn't have *happened."*
Ibara stepped forward, eyes narrowing on the drinks.
He *knew* they shouldn't be toxic.
But they *couldn't have* been spiked with poison... right?
The guard forced the butler to his knees—
head bowed,
hands trembling.
And from beneath the mask of calm loyalty came a panicked, breaking voice:
> "I—I didn't mean for *them* to drink it! I—!"
Silence fell like a blade.
All eyes locked onto him.
Then—
the truth spilled out:
> "**The poisoned drinks... were meant for Seiya Hidaka and his son Hokuto Hidaka!**"
Gasps tore through the room.
Shu's hand clenched into a fist.
Rei narrowed his gaze.
Keito stepped forward, voice ice: "You targeted *family?*"
The butler trembled:
> "Ibara—he took them by accident... passed them to Polar Opposites before I could stop it—!"
Raito coughed again—weakly—but managed:
"Tsukki...?"
Tsukki lay beside him, breathing shallow—
pale as moonlight...
but turned toward Raito instantly:
"...Still... here..."
Ibara dropped to one knee beside them both,
voice thunderous yet raw with guilt:
> "This is on me."
But Hajime Shino was already on his phone:
"Medics now! They're idols—we can't lose either!"
Mitsuru yelled into the mic:
"Stay awake, you two!"
Tomoya clutched Nazuna's arm in shock.
Even Kohaku had tears forming in anger—not fear. Rage.
Because this wasn't just an attack...
It was betrayal aimed at family...
and two innocent hearts paid the price.
Seiya arrived seconds later—face unreadable—but when he saw Raito and Tsukki limp on the floor?
His voice cracked only once—
then hardened like steel:
### "Arrest every link."
No mercy. No delay.
Because tonight proved something dark...
And something bright:
Idols aren't just performers.
They're **family** too. 💔⚡
Raito's fingers trembled as they reached—
Tsukki, weak but aware, turned his hand just enough...
and *squeezed*.
No words.
No light.
Just the faint sound of their breathing,
and the warmth of hands that had held each other through years of silence,
of storms,
of broken homes...
And now—
through poison too.
Raito whispered—so soft only Tsukki could hear:
> "...Don't go first... 'kay...?"
Tsukki didn't answer with words.
Just shifted closer,
forehead nearly touching Raito's shoulder—
eyes closing together.
Sun and moon... still shining for each other. 🌙☀️💔
Then—
> **"RAITO! TSUKKI!! WAKE UP! PLEASE—MY BABIES!!"**
Raito's mom collapsed to her knees, sobbing into her hands as medics rushed past her.
Aira tried to pull her back gently:
"He'll be okay! They both will!"
But she screamed anyway:
"They're too young! They just made it this far!!"
And all around them—
idols stood frozen in fury and fear.
Leo clenched fists so tight his nails drew blood.
Hokuto stared at Seiya—he'd been the *target*?
Mika growled low: "Whoever did this won't *breathe* freely."
Seiya knelt beside them first—placing one hand on each boy's forehead:
> "Hold on... You're not alone..."
Because in that moment?
It wasn't about fame or rankings or agencies anymore.
It was about two boys who sang their hearts out...
and were met with poison instead of praise.
But even unconscious?
They didn't let go of each other's hands. 💞
Ambulances wailed outside.
Lights flashed red and blue through the windows like a warning siren across Yumenosaki skies...
🌙💫🚑💔
The ambulances sped away—lights flashing, sirens screaming, hearts watching and hoping.
And in the silence that followed...
Seiya stood.
Cold, silent strength in every line.
Hokuto stood behind him, fists clenched.
As medics and staff moved...
all eyes focused on Seiya.
...But the silence didn't last long.
Because suddenly,
the doors were pushed open, and several voices exploded into the hall.
Seiya turned.
The doors burst open—
not with force...
but with *fearless fire.*
A group of idols stood in the doorway—
breathing heavy, eyes blazing.
First—**Hajime Shino**, mic still in hand, voice raw:
> "We're not letting this end like this."
Behind him?
**Kanata Shinkai**, usually soft-spoken, voice sharp as steel:
> "They saved each other on stage... now it's our turn."
Tomoya stepped forward—voice trembling but clear:
> "No more silence. No more waiting."
Nazuna wiped her tears and whispered:
"Polar Opposites held hands to the end... we should too."
And one by one—
idols joined them.
**Tetora:** "We ain't losing our rivals to some backdoor poison!"
**Rei:** "...They fought with music. We fight with truth."
Mika cracked his knuckles:
"If someone thinks they can hurt family and walk away—*I'll break their legs.*"
Even **Natsume**, calm and analytical, spoke low into his phone:
"I'm calling every contact I have. Someone knows something."
And then—Shu stepped up beside Seiya,
quietly said:
> "You're not alone either."
Seiya looked around—
at the units once divided by pride,
now united by pain,
by love,
by *rage that burned clean.*
No longer just performers.
### Family standing together against the dark. 💔🔥
But far away...
in a white room lit only by machines humming soft like lullabies...
two pale hands remained clasped tightly—one sun still reaching for its moon.
🌙☀️💞
The next morning—
golden light poured over Yumenosaki,
but it felt hollow.
No laughter in the halls.
No music from the studios.
Only one thought echoed across every unit:
### "Where are they?"
In a private meeting room, COSMIC PRODUCTION had gathered —not as rivals, but as hunters.
Rinne slammed his hand on the table:
> "They weren't *just* scouted—they were targeted! Someone *knew* about their drinks! Someone set this up!"
HiMERU adjusted his earpiece—cold fire in his eyes:
> "We check every delivery log. Every staff ID that entered last night."
Kohaku stood by the window, fists clenched:
"Nobody poisons babies and walks free."
Even Niki stopped eating for once—he glared at no one in particular:
> "If Tsukki dies... I'll never laugh again." 💥
At **Eden**, Nagisa paced slowly—
Jun watching him carefully.
Then Nagisa spoke:
> "This wasn't random."
Hiyori added softly:
> "It was personal... aimed at Seiya and Hokuto... but Raito and Tsukki took their place."
Ibara stood silently...
but then said—low and dangerous:
> "...Then we find who pulled the strings."
>
> "**And make sure they regret ever touching Yumenosaki.**"
Meanwhile,
at **ALKALOID**, Hiiro stared at a photo of Raito mid-laugh during rehearsals—
then whispered into Mayoi's ear:
"Check all surveillance near Seiya's private office."
Mayoi nodded firmly: "Already on it."
Even **Knights** didn't hesitate.
Tsukasa looked out over the academy grounds—and ordered calmly:
> "Sena, analyze guest access logs."
>
"Izumi? Track phone signals near the drink station."
>
"Arashi—stand ready."
Across units,
no more rivalry.
No more pride games.
Just one mission shared through silence and action—
#### 🔎 Find. The Truth.
#### ❤️ Save Polar Opposites.
#### ⚡ Make them pay.
Because when two idols held hands even as poison took them?
The entire world of idols rose to answer back—
without words...
without borders...
just fire in their hearts. 🔥
Ibara Saegusa sat in a dim corner of the COSMIC PRODUCTION war room—
black coat draped over the chair,
fingers flying across the keyboard like storm winds.
No one dared interrupt.
Not Jun, who stood quietly with tea on standby.
Not Nagisa, watching from the doorway with silent respect.
Ibara's screen flickered—multiple windows open:
- Security camera logs (timestamped: *09:47 PM — drink station area*)
- Staff access records (highlighting one name: **K. Fujisaki — Butler Subcontract - Night Shift**)
- Cross-agency delivery manifests (*"Beverages — Premium Tier – Served at Awards Afterparty"*)
And there—
circled in red:
> **Unapproved refrigerant seal broken.**
> Drink containers accessed **12 minutes** before distribution.
His voice cut through the silence—low, sharp as glass:
> "This wasn't just a butler acting alone."
>
> "The seal was broken earlier... someone *helped* him get inside."
>
> "Someone... with access."
He zoomed into a blurred frame from security footage—
a shadowy figure handing a small vial to the butler...
wearing gloves...
but their sleeve slipped just enough to reveal...
a partial insignia on their wristband.
🖤 A serpent coiled around a key.
Ibara's eyes narrowed.
That symbol...
he'd seen it before.
In old files marked *"Restricted – Cross-Agency Disputes."*
A dead agency?
Or something still alive in the dark?
Jun whispered: "Ibara... you thinking what I think?"
Ibara closed his laptop slowly—eyes burning:
### "They thought they could poison light..."
He stood, tall and unshaken,
voice echoing like thunder wrapped in ice:
### "...But we are not done burning them out."
🌙🔥💻
—White walls.
Beeping machines.
Soft light from the hallway, casting long shadows across two hospital beds.
Raito's mother sat stiffly in a chair between them—
one hand gripping Raito's fingers,
the other resting gently on Tsukki's arm.
Her usual sparkle was gone.
No gossip.
No loud laughs.
Just quiet, trembling strength—
and tears she refused to let fall in front of them.
> "My sunshine... and his moon..." she whispered, voice breaking.
> "You held hands on stage... you held hands when you fell... and now? You still won't let go?"
She smiled—just a little—
but it cracked like glass:
> "Of course you wouldn't..."
She reached over and brushed hair from Tsukki's forehead:
> "I know I joke about calling you my second son... but I mean it."
>
> "You've protected my boy since you were kids..."
>
> "...Now let someone protect *you.*"
The machines beeped—steady but slow.
Doctors said: *"Critical condition."*
*"Poison affected cardiac function."*
*"Too soon to tell..."*
But still...
their fingers stayed locked together—pale but unyielding,
like even unconsciousness couldn't break their bond.
Outside the room,
idols gathered quietly in the hall—
no flashiness here.
No fans screaming names today.
Just silence—and presence:
- Nagisa stood with Jun.
- Rinne brought flowers shaped like stars (because Raito loved them).
- Kohaku left plushies—one sun, one moon.
- Shu gave a single black armband: *Family doesn't need titles.*
- Even Leo brought something small—a first aid kit he carried himself "in case."
And Seiya?
He paused at the door—
looked at Raito and Tsukki...
then whispered only three words:
### "I'm sorry."
But deep inside?
Somewhere beneath fever dreams of stages that never ended...
Raito stirred just once—
fingers twitching into Tsukki's palm...
and if you listened close?
Like wind through broken clouds...
a whisper slipped out:
> "...Tsukki... don't... be mad... if I cry..."
🌙☀️💔🩺
The next morning,
idols filled the quiet halls of the hospital.
Some were casual...
Some were formal...
but all of them had the same thought:
they came for Raito and Tsukki.
The hospital staff let them come and go in waves...
but no one complained about the quiet visitors holding gifts...
or how their eyes kept drifting down to a pair of hands that remained linked.
And at the end of a quiet hallway...
Raito's mother stayed,
watching over her sunshine as always.
A soft touch on her shoulder pulled her out of thoughts.
She looked up, half expecting another idol visitor...
but instead met a familiar face:
**Seiya.**
She straightened, but her shoulders stayed slumped.
Her smile was too tired to fake:
> "Morning..."
Seiya returned the greeting quietly.
And then—
surprising them both—
he sat beside her.
They sat that way for a long moment—
in quiet, heavy comfort.
Finally, Seiya broke the silence first:
> "You should rest, too..."
Raito's mother shook her head.
> "No, no... not until they wake up. I want—"
Her voice broke, then:
> "I *need* to be awake when they open their eyes."
Seiya's smile was just a shadow of its usual brightness:
> "...I understand..."
Ibara stepped forward—
tall,
imposing,
but now, so small in that quiet hospital light.
He bowed—deeply, formally—his voice stripped of pride, full of raw regret:
> "...I am truly sorry."
Raito's mother blinked up at him.
Even Seiya looked surprised.
But Ibara didn't lift his head right away.
> "The drinks... were meant for you. For your son, Hokuto Hidaka. But *I* took them. *I* passed them to Raito and Tsukki."
>
> "If I had checked... if I had seen something—"
>
> "**It should have been me on that floor.**"
Silence swallowed the room.
Then—
softly...
Raito's mother reached out and touched his hand:
> "...You're not their enemy."
>
> "You're here now... with tears in your eyes but fire in your heart."
>
> "And you're trying..."
She looked back at her son—their linked hands still unmoving—and whispered:
> "They'd say the same thing."
A single beat passed...
and then Jun appeared behind Ibara, quietly placing a hand on his shoulder:
"We found more," he said. "The symbol—the serpent key—it connects to an old agency tied to **GFK Company**."
Seiya's eyes snapped up:
"**That name is supposed to be dead.**"
Jun nodded grimly:
"Yeah... but someone kept it alive."
Outside the room,
idols stood frozen in formation—
waiting for orders,
for answers,
for revenge they would deliver together.
Because this wasn't just poison anymore.
It was war.
🖤🐍⚔️
The next two days passed,
long hours marked by soft beeps, soft breaths,
and soft prayers for two boys.
No one left the hospital.
Not Seiya,
who stood outside the room, eyes like steel:
guarding without a word.
Not Ibara and Jun,
who sat at a makeshift table with a wall full of photos and files,
digging out every secret from the dark.
And still—
Raito and Tsukki slept on.
*Until...*
The door to the room opened.
And a nurse stepped forward:
> "...They woke up."
Instantly—
the room went still.
All eyes went to Raito and Tsukki.
All hearts went *silent.*
Raito's mother ran into the hospital room like a hurricane:
> "Raito!"
and was instantly by his side,
wrapping him in a tight hug,
touching his face,
whispering:
> "Are you alright? How do you feel? Does anything hurt—"
Raito blinked, weak and pale—
but *awake.*
And with a crooked, sleepy smile—still dazed—he whispered:
> "...Mom...?
> ...Did I miss my audition?"
She burst into tears.
Right there—laughing, sobbing,
smacking his arm gently:
> "You *idiot!* You almost died and you're asking about auditions?!"
Beside him—
Tsukki stirred.
His fingers twitched.
Then slowly, painfully—he opened his eyes too.
Quiet as ever,
but the first thing he did?
Look to the right.
At Raito.
And when he saw him smiling?
Even through pain,
even exhausted—
Tsukki let out one shaky breath...
and whispered:
> "...Shut up. Sleep more."
Raito laughed weakly:
"Only if you do too..."
Their hands never let go. 💞
Outside the room—
every idol who had waited,
fought,
raged in silence...
finally exhaled for the first time in days.
Kanata wiped his eyes: "They're back."
Tetora pumped a fist: "Welcome back, rivals!"
Niki was crying openly into Kohaku's shoulder:
"I brought pudding! For later!!"
HiMERU adjusted his earpiece—softly said:
### "The light has returned."
But even as joy filled the halls...
Ibara stood at the window—
watching them both from afar—and murmured low enough only Jun could hear:
> "GFK may be gone..."
>
> **"But someone still gave that order."**
>
> **"We haven't found them yet."**
🌙☀️💔💞
Days passed.
Raito's and Tsukki's energy returned in small and quiet ways:
Raito started recording little cover songs,
Tsukki started sneaking up on other idols to take their pictures.
Little by little...
the dark of the hospital halls faded.
One night,
as June gave way to the first warm glow of summer,
Raito and Tsukki sat on the roof of **COSMIC** to relax.
The stars and moon shone high above them. 🌙✨
On the edge of the roof,
Raito leaned back and looked up at the stars—
laughing softly at how many still shone.
Tsukki smiled,
gently bumped his shoulder:
> "You're still gonna go on stage?"
Raito smirked.
> "Of course."
He pointed up—
to the smallest, brightest star:
> "And I'm going to make it shine so bright... people will never forget."
Tsukki turned his face to the sky,
taking a quiet breath.
Then
he reached over—
and took Raito's hand.
Just like in the hospital.
No words needed.
Then—
the roof door creaked open.
Light spilled out,
and one by one,
they appeared:
Nagisa, calm and proud.
Hiyori, smiling like a quiet moonbeam.
Ibara—arms crossed, but eyes soft.
Jun—holding two bento boxes: "You're not skipping dinner."
Behind them?
Rinne with confetti in hand (for *surprise celebration*),
HiMERU adjusting his glasses: "Welcome back,"
Kohaku grinning: "The sun and moon finally returned."
Niki already yelling: "WE MISSED YOU!!"
Raito sat up fast—laughing:
> "Whoa! You guys gonna ambush us every time we nap?!"
Tsukki just sighed...
but didn't let go of his hand.
And Ibara stepped forward:
> "**You don't have to carry it alone anymore.**"
>
> "**We fight together now."**
Silence fell—not empty, but full of something warm,
something unbreakable.
Then Raito grinned—
bright as ever,
voice cutting through the night like a song reborn:
> **"Then let's give them a comeback stage so loud...**
>
> **the whole world will know our names!"**
Tsukki looked at him—
then up at the stars...
and whispered under his breath:
"...Yeah."
🌙☀️✨💫
To be continued