Tsuki steps in seamlessly-his voice cool like moonlight on water, blending with Raito's warmth into something whole:
🎤 "That helps you to find..."
🎤 "The beauty you are... when you open your heart." 🌙💫
At that moment-
the stage lights bloom.
Not in flash or fire-
but softly, like petals unfurling at dawn.
And behind them?
A miracle unfolds.
From the shadows, one by one,
other figures step forward-silhouettes joining hands across rivalries and ranks:
👉 Shu Itsuki nods once.
👉 Tori Himemiya grins and raises a hand.
👉 Subaru Akehoshi starts humming the harmony under his breath.
👉 Even HiMERU closes his eyes... and sings along-in perfect pitch.
The song isn't just theirs anymore.
It's everyone's.
Because every idol there knew what it meant-
to hide pain behind smiles,
to chase dreams alone,
to forget how it felt...
...until someone reached back first.
On the final note, voices rise together-Polar Opposites at center, supported by unseen harmonies from friends turned family:
✨ "THE BEAUTY YOU ARE~!"
And somewhere deep in the audience?
A single tear rolls down Madara Mikejima's cheek-
caught on camera,
buried in crowd shots,
never shown on screen...
but felt across every soul who ever needed someone to say:
"I see you."
🌟🎵💞🌍💫
Back on stage:
Tsuki and Raito-the two stars of the night-look at each other and grin wide, almost breathless with the sheer life of the moment.
It's almost as if they'd forgotten the stage even existed.
They sing together:
🎤 "And believe in the gift of a friend" 🌟
🎤 "The gift of a friend" ☀️
This time...
The chorus blossoms.
Every idol joining from backstage,
every voice blending in a chorus louder than any solo ever was
Raito takes the lead again-voice softer, almost tender-and glances back up at backstage.
Where Madara stands watching-expression unreadable, hands clenched at his sides, shoulders set like armor he can't let go of.
Raito doesn't look away.
He sings - almost as if he's speaking directly to him:
🎤 "Someone who knows when you're lost and you're scared..."
He smiles a little.
"There through the highs and the lows." 💛
Tsuki sings next, quiet and clear, looking in the same direction as before.
As if even his voice could reach through shadows to the back of the arena.
Because some words are songs not just for crowd-pleasing applause.
Some...
are a silent gift meant just to reach one heart alone.
🎤 "Someone to count on"
🎤 "Someone who cares"
He doesn't smile.
But he looks right at Madara.
"Beside you... wherever you'll go." 🌙💫
Raito steps forward, voice gentle but shining like dawn breaking through clouds:
🎤 "You'll change inside..."
A pause.
The music holds its breath.
Then Tsuki joins-closer this time, shoulder-to-shoulder with his partner:
🎤 "When you realize..." 🌙☀️
They turn toward each other-
not singing yet,
just standing in the silence between heartbeats-
until...
💥
THE STAGE ERUPTS IN LIGHT.
Not from above.
From everywhere - left and right, behind and beyond.
All at once:
Idols pour onto the wings of the stage - not performing, not claiming spotlight...
but standing there. Watching. Supporting.
👉 Trickstar raises a glowing phone light.
👉 RYUSEITAI holds up handmade sun-and-moon flags.
👉 Crazy:B forms a heart with their hands-HiMERU included (who will deny it later).
👉 Even UNDEAD gives stiff-but-sincere nods from the shadows.
And at the very back?
Madara Mikejima takes one step forward...
then another...
and another-
until he's no longer hidden in darkness,
but caught fully in the glow of thousands of watching eyes...
and one song that now echoes louder than ever:
"You're not alone."
✨🌌💞🎵🌟
Raito throws his arms wide - not for show, but like he's hugging the entire world.
His voice rings bright and clear, bouncing off the walls of a stadium suddenly too small to hold so much emotion:
🎤 "The world comes to life, and everything's right!"
🎤 "From beginning to end-when you have a friend by your side!" 🌟☀️
At that exact moment-
Madara moves.
Not with flair. Not with dramatic jumps or flashy steps.
Just one steady walk forward... until he's standing at the edge of the stage,
gaze locked on Raito,
then Tsuki,
and finally-on all the idols who came not as rivals...
but as family.
And when he smiles?
It's soft.
Real.
No tears fall-but everyone sees it anyway:
👉 The weight has shifted.
He wasn't just their Mama.
He was someone's son, someone's light... someone who needed love too. 💔💞
And now?
He wasn't carrying them alone anymore.
They were carrying him back. 🌙🍼💫🎵✨
Tsuki steps into the light-his voice steady, calm like the hush before dawn breaks.
🎤 "That helps you to find..."
🎤 "The beauty you are... when you open your heart..." 🌙💫
He doesn't look at the crowd.
He looks at Madara.
At the man who never asked for thanks-but gave everything anyway.
And as the final line comes-
voice deepening with quiet strength-
"And believe in the gift of a friend..."
-he extends one hand.
Not a dramatic gesture.
Just an open palm, waiting.
A beat passes...
then two footsteps echo on stage wood,
and Madara Mikejima takes it without a word-
eyes shimmering, lips parted like he wants to say something big...
but all he does is squeeze tight,
and stand beside them,
center stage,
finally not alone.
The lights rise.
The music swells.
And somewhere far away?
A boy in a hospital room stirs-Tsuki's older brother-monitors beeping slightly faster... as if dreaming of moonlight and song and laughter echoing home. 🌟🍼✨🎵☀️🌌
Together, Raito and Tsuki step back to the center, turning to face the audience-
and as the music picks up in pace again, Madara steps forward with them - joining their voices, his deep, warm voice echoing through thousands of speakers.
🎤 "And when your hope crashes down..."
🎤 "...shattering to the ground" 🌌☀️🍼
🎤 "You feel all alone..."
🎤 "when you don't know which way to go..."
🎤 "And there's no signs leading you home..."
The song starts building in the background again - soft, steady piano notes rising beneath the rhythm.
Raito grins at the audience.
Tsuki smiles faintly.
But Madara...?
For the first time all night,
his expression looks alive-
not with performative smiles or practiced charm-
but genuine joy,
like he'd forgotten what it was like to let go.
He steps forward, taking their hands-
and begins to sing with them:
🎤 "You're not alone!!"
Raito spins forward, voice blazing like sunrise breaking through storm clouds:
🎤 "The world comes to life, and everything's bright!"
🎤 "From beginning to end-when you have a friend by your side!" ☀️💫
This time, it's different.
Loud? Yes.
Bright? Absolutely.
But not just performance.
It's celebration.
As if they're no longer singing about hope...
but living it.
Behind them - all at once - every idol unit raises their hands:
- Valkyrie with synchronized salute ✨
- 2wink launching glowing streamers from their sleeves 🎉
- Trickstar charging forward in a cheer (Hokuto already halfway onstage) 😆🔥
- Even Ibara smirks and flicks his fingers - signaling crew to release the final surprise...
👉 Hundreds of paper stars rain down again-this time glowing in rainbow colors-each one carrying a handwritten message from another idol:
"Thank you." 💖
"Mama." 🍼✨
"We see you." 👁️💙👁️
And there-
in the middle of it all-
Polar Opposites stand hand-in-hand with Madara,
not as idols performing,
but as three hearts who found each other in the dark...
and refused to let go.
🌟🎵💞🌍🍼
Tsuki steps forward again, voice clear and steadfast as the falling stars:
🎤 "That helps you to find..."
He looks over at Madara,
then at Raito,
then at the whole world surrounding them-
filled with people cheering their names...
and smiles.
"The beauty you are... when you open your heart." 🌙💫🎇💕
3 voices rise together-bright, soft, deep-braided into one.
Raito grins wide, arms open.
Tsuki closes his eyes.
Madara sings with tears now falling freely down his cheeks-
no shame, no mask.
Just love.
🎤 "And believe in-"
🎤 "When you believe in-"
🎤 "When you believe in the gift of a friend..." 🌟🍼💫
Then softer-
almost a whisper carried on breath and echo:
"Ooh-ooh..."
The music swells.
The lights dim except for the falling stars above,
glowing like memories made real.
And beneath them-
three figures linked hand-in-hand,
not just idols...
but proof that even broken hearts can heal
when someone says:
"I'm here. You're mine. Always."
✨🎵🌙☀️💞🌌
The roar of the crowd faded into a warm hum behind them as the stage door closed.
Backstage was quiet now - no frantic staff, no flashing lights.
Just silence... and scattered paper stars glowing softly on the floor.
Raito collapsed dramatically onto a nearby couch with a grin:
"We did it." 💫
Tsuki stood by the doorway for a moment - looking back at where Madara had been standing -
but he wasn't gone far.
There, crouched near his bag like he didn't want to be seen crying,
was Mama himself - clutching one of their song sheets to his chest,
muttering under his breath:
"...Stupid kids... making me cry..." 😭🍼✨
Raito saw him first.
Didn't say anything.
Just walked over...
flopped down beside him...
and leaned heavily against his shoulder.
Then Tsuki joined - silently handing Madara a handkerchief embroidered with little suns and moons (he definitely made it himself).
Madara laughed wetly, wiped his eyes fiercely:
"Don't get cocky! I'm still your senpai!!" 👉💢
But when Raito hugged him first?
He melted instantly - wrapping both boys in an embrace so tight it felt like home.
And somewhere beyond that room-
in hospital halls far away,
a heart monitor beeped just a little faster-
as if dreaming too of music, light...
and three voices singing one truth louder than loneliness ever was:
🌙☀️ "You're not alone."
✨💞🌌🎵
The next morning -
soft light spilled through the hospital window.
Tsuki stood quietly at the reception desk, placing a sealed envelope into the nurse's hands.
"For my brother's bill," he said simply.
"Please... apply it all." 💸💙
The nurse checked the amount - then blinked, looking up at him with wide eyes:
"This... this covers months of treatment."
Tsuki didn't smile.
Didn't boast.
He just nodded once - his expression calm, but his fingers trembling slightly in his pocket.
Because this wasn't just money.
It was every handshake after performances.
Every autograph sold at charity events.
Every late-night part-time shift Raito made him promise to stop doing...
only for Tsuki to quietly pick back up until this moment came:
👉 A future within reach.
👉 A brother one step closer to waking up.
As he turned to leave, phone buzzed in his pocket.
One message from Raito:
📱 "Mama says breakfast is ready~ Also-don't sneak off again! We're celebrating YOU today!" 🌞🥞💛
And finally...
just barely...
Tsuki smiled.
Because last night wasn't just about song or stage lights or idols crying together on national TV.
It was about strength given freely,
about love that carried you when your legs gave out-
and about knowing now,
for the first time in years-
he didn't have to walk alone anymore.
🌟🎵🌙☀️🍼💞
The news dropped like a thunderclap across the academy.
"Holy Souls Day Shuffle Unit - Final Selection Announced."
Seven names lit up the screen in bold:
👉 Yuzuru Fushimi (fine) - The ice prince with a voice like crystal wind.
👉 Keito Hasumi (AKATSUKI) - Sharp tongue, sharper instincts. A blade wrapped in arrogance.
👉 Izumi Sena (Knights) - The calculating strategist who treats performance like war.
👉 Tatsumi Kazehaya (ALKALOID) - Calm, composed-reads people like open books and sings without flinching under pressure.
👉 HiMERU (Crazy:B) - Cold idol perfectionist with eyes that see through facades... and never misses a flaw.
👉 Rei Sakuma (UNDEAD) - Silent intensity, voice thick with emotion he'd rather not name... but always delivers when it matters most.
👉 Tsuki Kuroi (Polar Opposites) - Reserved moonbeam who carries burdens without complaint... but now stands on stage for something bigger than survival.
Backstage at Yumenosaki Academy's grand hall-
the seven stood in silence around a table, new sheet music placed before them.
No choreography yet.
No concept art.
Just one title flashing on the screen above:
🎤 "Souls Entwined"
And one rule from staff:
"This unit isn't about harmony through similarity... It's about balance forged from contrast."
Keito scoffed immediately: "Great-another therapy session disguised as an event."
Yuzuru adjusted his gloves coolly: "If we must do this... let us win simply by being unbreakable."
HiMERU stared at Tsuki across the table-their gazes locking for a beat too long-
before finally muttering into his mic-check headset:
"...Try not to slow us down." 🌫️🖤
But Tsuki?
He lifted his chin slightly-not angry, not afraid-
just there, present,
then quietly said:
"Then I'll make sure you don't have to carry anyone."
A pause fell over them all.
Even Rei raised an eyebrow.
Because those words...
They weren't challenge or apology.
They were promise.
And somewhere outside?
Raito leaned against the wall just beyond view,
smiling faintly as he watched through glass-
his hand pressed gently against the doorframe,
as if sending strength into that room full of sharp edges and lonely stars...
hoping they'd find each other,
just like they did...
✨🌌💫🎵🌙🖤☀️
Tsuki stood alone in Practice Room 7 - the one with cracked floor markers and a slightly out-of-tune piano no one used anymore.
Perfect.
Quiet enough to hear your own heartbeat.
He played the instrumental of "Souls Entwined" on loop, headphones sealing him off from the world - moving through choreography slowly, perfectly, like every step was carved from memory and need.
👉 Left pivot - precise.
👉 Right reach - extended just a fraction longer than required.
👉 Final pose - steady, but trembling at the edges.
He wasn't dancing for applause.
He was dancing for him.
For his brother still asleep in a hospital bed watching morning light shift across white sheets...
For Madara who finally let someone carry him...
And for these six strangers now expected to become something real in just days:
A unit.
His phone buzzed on the bench beside him-
📱 Raito: "You're doing amazing already! Also... I sent you a care package!!"
(Attached: A photo of an absurdly oversized bento box shaped like a smiling sun with "TSUKI FIGHTING!" written in ketchup.) 🌞🍱💛
Tsuki almost smiled.
Almost laughed-
but then the door creaked open without warning.
Footsteps echoed lightly... followed by that voice:
"You're overcompensating."
HiMERU stepped inside, arms crossed, silver eyes sharp as ever beneath stage lighting spilling through cracks.
"Shoulder tension at 32 seconds. You dip half an inch too early during sync-point two." 💫🖤
Tsuki didn't flinch. Just paused music and pulled off his headphones calmly:
"...I know."
A beat passed-
then HiMERU tossed something small toward him:
A wristband - black with tiny embroidered stars along one edge (the kind Raito loves).
"Wear it," he said flatly. "It's bad luck if Mama cries because you pass out during rehearsal."
Tsuki caught it silently...
then tied it around his wrist without a word -
next to Raito's sun-shaped charm,
moon and star sharing space under skin-toned fabric,
like quiet proof that even idols who walk alone...
can find their way home together.
✨🎵🌑☀️💞
One by one, the other shuffled unit members entered practice room 7.
First, a quiet knock-
then Tatsumi's soft smile and warm eyes appearing through the crack:
"Is it alright if we come in?"
He was holding a plate of fresh cookies and tea-probably because Izumi (who walked in right behind him) had been very specific about providing a "healthy but delicious, comforting, and not too flashy spread."
Izumi took in the scene -
Yuzuru watching quietly from the back corner,
Keito stretching at the back wall while HiMERU and Tsuki sat on the floor,
then set the snack table gently on the floor near them, hands on his hips.
"Not bad for first practice, huh? But there's still a lot of work to do before we're ready." 💫
Yuzuru nodded in agreement, picking up a teacup gracefully:
"We mustn't rely on luck alone. The odds of winning are low."
The mood darkened ever so slightly as Rei spoke.
"Luck is for fools who haven't prepared."
He sat down elegantly on the floor, smoothing his hair back with one hand, then poured a cup of tea like it was a perfectly average conversation:
"This unit's success will depend mainly on us. Not on chance."
Keito nodded stiffly, taking a cookie from the plate:
"We need structure. Proper discipline. Rules."
Tsuki looked around the room - calm, but curious.
He didn't raise his voice. Didn't hesitate.
Just asked plainly, like it was something that had been sitting in his chest since the announcement:
"So... who's going to be the leader?"
Silence.
Even the tea seemed to pause mid-steam.
Izumi blinked.
Yuzuru raised an eyebrow.
Keito scoffed into his cookie.
HiMERU narrowed his eyes at Tsuki like he'd just thrown down a gauntlet with two words-
and Rei? He simply said:
"Someone has to take responsibility when things go wrong."
Tatsumi gently set down his teacup, smile soft but serious now:
"Maybe... it's not about who leads."
He looked at each of them-slowly.
"But whether we all agree to move forward together."
A beat passed...
Then Keito stood up sharply:
"We can't function without hierarchy! What if someone slacks off? Makes mistakes? We're not here to hold hands-we're here to win." 🔥
Yuzuru sighed coolly:
"Then I suggest rotation. One leader per phase: choreography, vocals, staging..."
But HiMERU finally spoke-low and sharp:
👉 "Or we stop pretending we're equals."
All eyes turned.
His gaze locked on Tsuki again - cold silver against quiet violet -
and for one breath too long...
the air felt heavy.
Then-
Tsuki met it head-on:
Not defiant. Not angry.
Just clear as moonlight through glass:
"...I don't want power."
He tapped his chest lightly.
"I just want my brother to wake up... and hear me sing this song with all of you."
And somewhere beyond words?
The first true silence fell-
not awkward,
not tense,
but full of something rare...
👉 Understanding.
Because maybe leadership wasn't about rank or pride or control...
Maybe-
just maybe-
it was about who carried the heaviest heart...
and still chose not to break from its weight-but rise with it instead?✨🎵🌌🖤☀️🌙💞
As the temporary shuffle unit continued practicing "Souls Entwined," Tsuki reluctantly (and very quietly) became the leader they needed-not through speeches or grand gestures, but by leading by example.
He never demanded anything of them...
He only quietly led:
👉 By staying hours after practice to help refine choreography and harmonies,
👉 By making sure everyone was fed and hydrated, even when they were too focused on work to take care of themselves.
(Especially Rei, who once tried to power through rehearsal on only coffee and spite.)
👉 By listening - not just hearing words, but seeing the things they didn't say:
- Keito's pride masking fear of failure...
- Yuzuru's precision hiding loneliness behind perfection...
- Izumi pretending he wasn't nervous under pressure...
- Even HiMERU - sharp eyes flickering toward Tsuki more than once when he thought no one was looking.
And Tatsumi?
He smiled every day a little wider.
Because unlike any unit before...
this one wasn't held together by charisma or fame...
but something deeper:
👉 Respect.
One evening, after everyone else had gone,
Tatsumi lingered at the studio door.
"You know," he said softly, "you never said yes... but somehow, we all started following you."
Tsuki looked up from retying his dance shoes - surprised.
"...I'm not special."
Tatsumi chuckled:
"Maybe not. But you're real. And right now? That's exactly what we need."
Outside the window,
a shooting star streaked across night sky -
and far away...
in a quiet hospital room-
a hand twitched ever so slightly on white sheets. ✨🎵🌙🖤☀️💞💫
The studio door burst open with a BAM! - sunlight flooding in like a spotlight.
And there he stood:
Raito Hikari.
Arms wide, grin blinding, holding up a tray stacked high with rainbow-colored energy drinks and another bento shaped like the moon this time (with little toothpick flags that said "Tsuki is king 💫").
"I BROUGHT MORALE SUPPORT!!" 🌞💛
Silence.
Dead silence.
Six elite idols froze mid-stretch, mid-sip, mid-existential crisis.
Rei's eyebrow twitched.
Keito looked ready to commit murder.
HiMERU slowly adjusted his earpiece as if trying to block out chaos itself.
Then-
"RAITO-! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?!"
Tsuki snapped, voice loud enough to echo off the walls - face red, hands clenched at his sides - completely uncharacteristic for him...
But Raito just blinked... then grinned wider:
"You're yelling! That means you missed me~!" 😆
He skipped past glares and death stares alike (Tatsumi quietly accepting a drink labeled "Anti-Stress Mint Berry"), plopped down right beside Tsuki on the floor-
and slung an arm around his shoulders:
"Besides... I wanted to see my favorite leader in action." 💖
That one hit different.
Tsuki stiffened. Then slowly... lowered his head slightly.
No one else had called him that without irony or hesitation.
Not until now.
And hearing it from Raito?
It felt... real.
Yuzuru sipped tea delicately:
"...He's disruptive."
Izumi sighed:
"Like sunlight through blackout curtains."
HiMERU muttered into his mic:
"...Persistent nuisance."
But Keito? He stared at Raito's smile-
so bright it could power a small city-
and quietly said:
"...How does someone like that even exist?" 🔥🌞
✨🎵☀️🌙💞🥛
Raito just snuggled himself in closer to Tsuki, completely oblivious to the stares of death around them...
"Don't be silly! I'm just supportive!"
Tsuki tried pushing him away - in vain, because Raito was like a clingy koala when he latched on that way-
then finally gave up and just sighed:
"...Supportive, loud, and completely unnecessary."
"Ouch! Rude!"
Raito pouted dramatically, poking Tsuki's cheek with a finger:
"You'd be bored without me though
Tsuki leaned in slightly - just enough so only Raito could hear - and said, deadpan:
"...Really? Are you sure you're not just here for Rei Sakuma?"
Raito froze.
Mid-poke. Mid-pout. Mid-hug.
His eyes went wide.
His cheeks exploded into crimson.
And somewhere across the room-
👉 Rei's ears twitched.
Like a cat that suddenly heard its name in a suspicious context.
Raito spun around, flailing:
"W-WHAT?! NO! I-uh-I mean-he's cool, yeah-but I'm here for you, obviously!!" 😳🔥
He pointed dramatically at Tsuki like he was testifying in court:
"You're my best friend! My partner! My moon!!"
Then under his breath:
"...And also legally required to tolerate me..."
Tatsumi coughed into his hand - badly hiding a laugh.
Izumi adjusted his glasses with deadly precision: "Interesting."
But HiMERU?
He stared at Raito... then slowly glanced at Rei...
and muttered into his headset:
"...This unit is now 37% more chaotic than calculated." 🖤📉
Meanwhile, Rei remained perfectly still - face unreadable - but there was something dangerously close to amusement flickering behind those crimson eyes.
And as Raito scrambled back to Tsuki's side (still red-faced), clinging tighter than before:
Tsuki sighed again...
but this time?
👉 His fingers didn't push back.
They curled slightly around Raito's sleeve instead-
like even he knew some kinds of light... you just had to let shine.
To be continued... ✨🎵☀️🌙💞😳🖤