The camera cut back to both of them holding the plushies side by side, the image almost too adorable for words.
Raito couldn't help but grin, his usual cheerful self shining through.
> "And the best part? The more you hug them, the more they look like they've been loved..."
he said, giving the plushie version of himself a gentle squeeze.
Tsukki, in contrast, was more subdued but equally sincere:
> "So they really become *yours*."
The ad continued, cutting between the plushies and the real Raito and Tsukki again.
Raito playfully squeezed the plushie version of himself, the action causing it to make a little squeak noise. *Adorableness overload.*
He grinned at the camera:
> "And they make the *cutest* noises! Like this!"
Tsukki, not wanting to be outdone, gave his plushie self a gentle squeeze, causing it to squeak as well.
> "See?" he said quietly.
The ad reached its final shot.
Raito and Tsukki stood side by side, holding their plushies close to their chests. The background was soft and warm—like sunlight through gauzy curtains.
On screen, gentle text appeared:
> **"Polar Opposites Plushies — Now Available for Pre-Order."**
And just as the music swelled—
Raito turned slightly toward Tsukki...
Tsukki glanced back...
and without a word—
they both *squeezed* each other's plushie at the same time.
**Squeak! Squeak!**
The screen faded to black with a final sparkle:
> ✨ *"Cuddle the light. Hold the moon."* ✨
🎬
Back in real life—
the moment "Cut!" was called,
Jun let out a sigh:
> "That was too pure."
Hinata clutched his heart:
> "I feel attacked by cuteness."
And Nagisa? He wiped an imaginary tear:
> **"That should be illegal."**
Even Ibara gave a rare half-smile—before clearing his throat loudly and pointing at Raito & Tsukki:
### > "Don't get cocky. You still have vocal training in ten minutes."
But it didn't matter.
For one sweet, quiet moment...
the scandal?
The fear?
Mama Hikari's incoming fury?
All of it had melted away—
into fluff,
warmth,
and two tiny squeaky hugs.
🧸💖🌙☀️
Raito and Tsukki, still holding their plushies, glanced at each other—then slowly swapped them.
Raito now cradled the *Tsukki* plushie—a little moon-eyed figure with messy black hair and a tiny scowl stitched in thread.
Tsukki held the *Raito* plushie—sunshine-yellow hair, blinding smile, one arm slightly raised like it was waving forever.
They turned toward Ibara—
and without a word...
took synchronized steps forward.
Then stopped.
And looked up.
**Pleading. Earnest. Puppy-dog eyes fully activated.**
Raito: *(whispering)* "It's... so soft..."
Tsukki: *(barely audible)* "...It smells like lavender..."
Ibara stared.
Silent. Unmoving. Stone-faced as ever—
until Hiyori leaned in and murmured:
> "If you say no now... you'll break the internet *and* their hearts."
Jun added:
> "Also possibly summon Mama Hikari's wrath."
A beat passed.
Ibara exhaled through his nose—
then flicked both of their foreheads lightly:
### > "...Idiots."
>
### > **"Of course you can keep them."** 💫🧸
Instant transformation:
Raito let out a muffled squeal and clutched Tsukki's plushie to his chest like it was life support,
while Tsukki—ever composed—even tucked Raito's plush carefully under his arm,
but not before adjusting its collar with gentle precision...
like he'd protect that little sun forever.
And somewhere far away—
in a dimly lit room filled with glowing monitors,
a woman wearing heart-shaped glasses gasped dramatically at her screen,
typing furiously into her blog:
### > **"MY SON ADOPTS HIS OWN PLUSHIE? SIBLING LOVE OR SECRET ROMANCE?! 🤯💖"**
💥💥💥
The internet burned once more...
But for now?
In that quiet studio at COSMIC—
two idols held tiny versions of each other...
and for the first time today?
Smiled without fear. 🌙☀️✨
The next day, a nondescript brown box arrived at StarMaker Production.
Eichi's eyes immediately narrowed, a hint of suspicion in his gaze.
> "A package?" he said, eyeing the box warily.
Around him, the other units watched curiously.
Yuzuru leaned in from behind Eichi:
> "...From Polar Opposites?"
Eichi carefully opened the package—and froze.
Inside, nestled in soft tissue paper, were two plushies.
Not just any plushies—
**Raito's sunshine-bright face grinned up at him.**
**Tsukki's quiet, moonlit stare looked back with solemn apology.**
And tucked beneath them?
A folded note.
He unfolded it slowly—already sensing trouble—
and read:
> *"We're very sorry Eichi-sama for the photoshoot incident and my mother's gossiping blog.*
> *We hope our plushies will cheer you up...*
> *and please don't sue us."*
Signed in shaky ink:
🖋️ **"Polar Opposites (in hiding)"**
Silence.
Then—
Yuzuru peered over his shoulder,
reading the note...
a rare flicker of amusement crossing his eyes:
### > "They're offering tribute." 🌙☀️
Wataru burst out laughing:
> "They think you're gonna *sue* them?!"
Tori clapped his hands:
> "Ohhh~ I love this energy! It's like they sent hostages to appease a god!"
But Eichi didn't laugh.
He just... stared at Raito's smiling plushie—the one with arms slightly raised like it was always ready to hug someone...
then reached down...
...and gently squeezed it.
**Squeak.**
His expression twitched.
Not angry.
Not cold—
but dangerously close to **softening.**
Mika muttered from across the room:
> "...That squeak did something."
Eichi cleared his throat—fast, sharp—and turned away,
sliding both plushies into his bag like nothing happened:
### > "It's ridiculous."
But as he walked off—
bag zipped tight...
yet clearly lumpy on one side where a tiny sun-shaped head was poking through—
everyone saw it:
👉 A faint pink tinge dusting his ears. 👉 One hand lingering near the fabric bulge... as if making sure they were still there.
Yuzuru watched him go...
then murmured quietly:
### > "...The god has accepted their offering." ✨🧸💫
And deep inside that STARMAKER bag?
Two tiny idols rested in silent victory,
unaware that by morning,
Eichi Tenshouin would be caught on security cam
...gently adjusting Raito's squished hat during a coffee break...
...and Tsukki's crooked bowtie before rehearsal...
🌟🌙☀️💥
It was late at COSMIC PRODUCTION.
The lights were dimmed, practice rooms quiet.
But in the shared lounge—where Polar Opposites had collapsed after a long day—
Raito and Tsukki lay curled up on separate couches...
each hugging the plushie they'd *stolen* from Ibara's set.
Raito mumbled in his sleep, nuzzling the Tsukki plushie like it was a life raft:
> "...mmh... don't worry... I'll protect you from Mama..."
Tsukki, ever dignified even unconscious, had one arm wrapped firmly around the Raito plushie—his cheek resting gently on its stitched smile—as if anchoring himself to light.
And watching them?
The entire COSMIC lineup stood frozen in the doorway—
like they'd stumbled upon something sacred. Or illegal.
Hinata clasped both hands over his heart:
> "I can't... I can't breathe..."
Niki whispered:
> "They're *still* using them?!"
Rinne sighed dramatically:
> "It's not just merch anymore. It's *emotional support.*"
Kohaku put on glasses—dead serious:
> "This is why we need more budget for psychological care."
But HIMERU simply smiled—a soft glow in his eyes:
### > "They've made their bonds real... through fluff." ✨🧸
Shu crossed his arms, expression unreadable—but Mika noticed it first:
👉 That tiny upward twitch at the corner of Shu's mouth.
Mika smirked:
> "...You're going to request your own plushie next week."
Shu shot him a glare that said *"shut up"* without words—
but didn't deny it.
From behind them all,
Ibara exhaled deeply,
watching Raito hug Tsukki's plush tighter as if sensing danger nearby—
then quietly draped two light blankets over them,
muttering under his breath:
### > "Idiots... get some real sleep."
But he didn't take back the plushies.
No one did.
Because tonight?
Sun and moon weren't idols...
weren't scandals...
weren't trapped between walls or chased by gossip blogs...
just two boys dreaming softly—
held close by each other...
even in miniature form. 🌙☀️💤🧸
Ibara swiftly pulled out his phone—
one smooth motion, no hesitation.
**Click.**
A soft *snap* echoed in the quiet room.
On screen:
Raito curled into a ball, Tsukki plushie tucked under his chin like a teddy bear...
Tsukki half-leaning off the couch, clutching Raito's plush with quiet desperation...
both bathed in moonlight from the window...
and two blankets draped just so—
like something out of a rom-com still frame.
He zoomed slightly on their peaceful faces—
then quickly typed:
> **"Evidence."**
Hinata gasped dramatically:
> "Ibara-senpai! You're going *rogue!*"
Jun sighed:
> "I should've known. You've been waiting for blackmail material since day one."
But Ibara just slid his phone into his pocket—stone-faced as ever—
though Hiyori caught it:
👉 The tiniest curve at the edge of his lips.
And later that night?
When everyone was gone...
he opened a new album on his phone,
tapped once,
and named it:
### > **"Polar Naps"** 🌙☀️📱💤
No one saw.
But somehow?
Everyone knew.
Because by morning,
the photo had mysteriously appeared
on every Polar Opposites group chat background...
including Mama Hikari's blog—
now titled:
### > **"SECRET SLEEPING FOOTAGE LEAKED! CUTENESS OVERLOAD CONFIRMED!! 😭💞"**
💥💥💥
Back at COSMIC?
Raito woke up screaming into a pillow.
Tsukki simply whispered:
> "...We're never living this down."
At STARMAKER, Eichi sat at his desk, coffee in hand, scrolling idly through the latest news—
when *that* photo popped up:
Raito and Tsukki, deep in sleep, holding their plushies...
under a single caption:
> **"Polar Opposites caught cuddling in the *cutest* scandal yet! 🤍💖"**
Eichi almost dropped the coffee.
He slammed it down onto his desk.
And for the first time in his life—
blushed.
Eichi sat frozen—eyes locked on the screen.
Not because he cared.
No.
It was... *because.*
Because in the photo—
Raito clutched *his* Tsukki plushie like it was precious,
Tsukki held *his* Raito plushie like it was grounding him...
and right between them?
A tiny **STARMAKER** lanyard peeking out from under the couch—
the one Wataru left behind after their "chase incident."
Eichi's eye twitched.
Then his phone buzzed.
A message from an unknown number—just a single link and two words:
> **"They named the album."**
He clicked.
And there it was—
buried deep in Mama Hikari's latest post:
📎 *"Polar Naps – Official Fan Archive (Updated Hourly) 🌙☀️💤"*
Including:
- Sleep angle analysis ✅
- Plushie grip strength rating ✅
- "Emotional resonance score: 10/10, possibly illegal" ✅
From behind him, Wataru leaned over with a grin:
> "Ooooh... looks like someone's in the fandom now~"
Eichi didn't answer.
Instead—he stood up sharply,
marched to his bag,
unzipped it with quiet intensity...
and reached inside—
adjusting Raito's hat first,
then Tsukki's bowtie...
without saying a word. 💼🧸⚡
Wataru watched. Then whispered to no one:
> "...He's not just in the fandom."
### > **"He's their biggest fan."** 😈📸✨
Back at COSMIC—
Raito and Tsukki sat at breakfast, phones in-hand.
Raito scrolled through the photo's comments, grinning:
> "Hey, check this out—there's someone analyzing the way we're holding them. They think I was squeezing Tsukki too hard."
Tsukki glanced up:
> "That person obviously doesn't know how squishy my plushy is. It's like trying to *drown* a marshmallow."
Raito snickered:
> "Maybe I'll make it my goal to cuddle
Tsukki sighed, not looking up from his phone—but the corners of his mouth twitched ever-so-slightly:
> "If this is how the world reacts to us being cute, I can't wait until your Mom sees we're trending internationally."
Raito's face dropped.
> "...Please don't say that."
Tsukki glanced at him with an almost-teasing smile:
> "Scared?"
Raito shuddered:
> "I'm having flashbacks. You have no idea how many things my Mom turns into *ship evidence*."
Raito set down his phone, shaking his head:
> "Honestly, how bad can it be?"
Tsukki gave him a flat look:
> "It's your *mother*. Have you seen her blog?"
Raito winced, thinking back to the photo that was now the desktop background on every Polar Opposites device:
> "...Let's not talk about that."
Tsukki shrugged, sipping his tea again.
Raito stepped into the practice room ahead of Tsukki, stretching his arms:
> "Alright! Let's get started."
Tsukki followed, setting his mug on a counter:
> "Agreed. We have an event coming up, remember."
They each headed for separate corners—
Raito to warm up,
Tsukki to stretch—
when the studio lights abruptly went out.
The room fell silent.
Cold.
Pitch black.
Raito paused:
> "...Oh, come on."
After a few hours
The studio lights flickered back on—slowly, like dawn breaking.
And there, in the center of the practice room—
Raito and Tsukki were curled together on the floor,
plushies long forgotten beside them.
Raito had one arm looped around Tsukki's waist,
Tsukki's head rested against Raito's shoulder,
both breathing softly in sync—
like two halves finally forming a whole.
The door creaked open.
In walked Eden, Valkyrie, 2wink, and crazy:B—
freezing instantly at the sight.
Nagisa covered his mouth:
> "Ohhh~ This is *not* practice."
Hinata whispered:
> "They... just naturally gravitated..."
Jun muttered:
> "Of course. The power outage was only five minutes. They fell asleep *and* cuddled in under ten?"
Ibara stared—deadpan—but didn't say a word as he slowly raised his phone again...
**Click.**
Shu crossed his arms, expression unreadable:
> "...Pathetic."
Mika smirked:
> "You're taking notes for your own unit shoot."
Meanwhile—
Niki held up a snack bar like it was an offering:
> "Should we... feed them when they wake up? Or is this too fragile?"
Rinne grinned:
> "Nope. We *absolutely* post this."
Kohaku adjusted his glasses with finality:
### > **"Evidence Level: Maximum Emotional Damage."** 📸💔🌙☀️
But HIMERU simply smiled—
softly—and whispered to no one in particular:
### > "Even without light or sound... they still found each other." ✨
And then—
as if sensing their fate closing in...
Raito stirred first...
mumbled sleepily into Tsukki's hair:
> "...Five more minutes..."
Tsukki didn't move either—just tightened his grip slightly and sighed:
### > "...Denied."
The room collectively lost its soul at once.
💥💥💥
Back online?
Mama Hikari updated her blog within seconds of receiving Ibara's new photo leak—title flashing across Japan's idol forums before sunrise:
---
## **"SLEEPING BOND CONFIRMED! PACT OF SUN AND MOON UNDER BLACKOUT?! 💤💞🔥"**
Eichi was in the middle of a meeting.
Serious. Composed.
Then his phone buzzed—once.
He ignored it.
It buzzed again.
And again.
Until finally, he pulled it out with quiet irritation...
and saw the headline:
> **"Polar Opposites: Sleeping in Sync After Blackout! Cuteness Level MAXIMUM OVERLOAD!! 💤💞🌙☀️"**
Below it—*the photo.*
Raito and Tsukki tangled together on the studio floor,
like two stars that had collapsed into a single orbit,
unaware of everything but each other.
Eichi's breath caught—
just for a second—
before he *violently* turned his phone screen down on the table...
as if slamming shut something dangerous.
But not fast enough.
Wataru leaned over, grinning like a fox:
> "Oho~ Look at that. Someone's flustered."
Tori blinked innocently:
> "Is Eichi-sama... jealous?"
"I'm *not.*" Eichi snapped—too quickly, voice sharp as glass.
Silence fell over STARMAKER's conference room...
until Yuzuru, ever calm, said without looking up from his tablet:
### > "You checked three times in one minute." 🌑📱
Eichi stood up abruptly—chair scraping—and stormed off,
muttering under his breath:
> "They're just... irresponsible."
But once alone in his office?
He locked the door,
sat at his desk,
and slowly reopened the blog post...
zooming in—
on Tsukki's hand curled gently around Raito's sleeve...
on Raito's peaceful smile pressed against dark hair...
then closed it quietly—
and reached into his bag again...
gently adjusted both plushies' positions on an empty chair beside him...
one bathed in light,
one half-hidden in shadow...
just like their real versions were meant to be together—even when they shouldn't be seen doing this kind of thing during working hours or rehearsals or public appearances especially when rumors could spread so easily but still... still... still...
💥💥💥
Later that night?
Mama Hikari posted her most viral update yet:
---
## **"THE KING IN SILENCE! EVEN TENSHOUIN-SAMA CANNOT RESIST THE POLAR PULL?! 👑💔🌌✨"**
*(Evidence section includes 17 angles of STARMAKER trash can containing 3 crumpled printouts)*
On a rare day of freedom from schedules, Polar Opposites decided to grab groceries in the city.
Disguised in sunglasses, face masks, and ordinary clothes, they strolled down a narrow street of cafes and shops, blending in with the crowd.
Raito and Tsukki walked side by side, chatting idly about the event they had coming up.
Raito pointed to a cafe:
> "We should get coffee and croissants before heading back."
Tsukki glanced at the cafe, then back:
> "You just want an excuse to eat sweets."
Raito smiled, unashamed:
> "Guilty. But it's a nice day out—we deserve a treat."
They entered the cafe, ordering coffees and sweets at the counter.
Raito added a caramel drizzle to his latte; Tsukki went simple—
just espresso with a splash of cream.
They found an empty table in the corner, overlooking a small plaza.
Raito leaned back in his chair, stretching slightly:
> "I don't know why we don't have days off like this more often."
The city breeze drifted through the open window, rustling Tsukki's scarf just slightly.
He stirred his espresso slowly—black, no sugar—and glanced out at the plaza.
A street performer played soft piano on the corner.
An old couple walked hand in hand under cherry trees beginning to bloom.
Tsukki's voice was quiet:
> "It feels... normal."
Raito blinked at him—
then smiled so wide it looked like sunlight breaking through clouds:
> "Yeah. It does."
And for a moment?
They weren't idols.
Weren't trending topics.
Weren't Raito Hikari or Tsuki Kuroi,
scandal-laden names on gossip blogs...
just two boys
sharing coffee,
watching people pass by,
enjoying something small—
something *real.*
Then—
Raito took a bite of his croissant...
a tiny crumb stuck to the corner of his lip.
Tsukki saw it instantly—
but didn't point or laugh.
Just reached into his pocket,
pulled out a napkin he'd swiped from COSMIC (Ibara would notice later),
and quietly handed it over without looking away from the window:
> "...You're messy."
Raito wiped it off, grinning:
> "But you always clean up after me."
A pause. A breath. A beat too long between heartbeats—
when suddenly—
**"KYAAAA! IS THAT THEM?!"**
A high-pitched scream shattered the peace—
two fangirls across the plaza had squinted... leaned in... then *exploded* with recognition!
Instantly—their phones came up!
📸 **FLASH!**
"Polar Opposites incognito?! This is illegal cuteness!!"
"Are they on a date??!"
"Wait—are they holding hands?!"
They weren't—but panic made them look like they were about to as Raito yelped and nearly knocked over his latte while Tsukki stood up fast, instinctively shielding Raito behind him like he was defending against Eichi himself!
**SCANDAL MODE: ACTIVATED.**
With zero hesitation—they grabbed their bags and bolted out the back exit like ninjas in oversized coats,
leaving only half-eaten croissants and two steaming cups behind...
as Mama Hikari's blog updated within *seconds*:
### > **"CAFE AMBUSH! PLOT TWIST IN PUBLIC — WERE THEY CAUGHT MID-DATE?! 🌸☕💨🔥"**🏃♂️💨🌙☀️
AsThe camera cut back to both of them holding the plushies side by side, the image almost too adorable for words.
Raito couldn't help but grin, his usual cheerful self shining through.
> "And the best part? The more you hug them, the more they look like they've been loved..."
he said, giving the plushie version of himself a gentle squeeze.
Tsukki, in contrast, was more subdued but equally sincere:
> "So they really become *yours*."
The ad continued, cutting between the plushies and the real Raito and Tsukki again.
Raito playfully squeezed the plushie version of himself, the action causing it to make a little squeak noise. *Adorableness overload.*
He grinned at the camera:
> "And they make the *cutest* noises! Like this!"
Tsukki, not wanting to be outdone, gave his plushie self a gentle squeeze, causing it to squeak as well.
> "See?" he said quietly.
The ad reached its final shot.
Raito and Tsukki stood side by side, holding their plushies close to their chests. The background was soft and warm—like sunlight through gauzy curtains.
On screen, gentle text appeared:
> **"Polar Opposites Plushies — Now Available for Pre-Order."**
And just as the music swelled—
Raito turned slightly toward Tsukki...
Tsukki glanced back...
and without a word—
they both *squeezed* each other's plushie at the same time.
**Squeak! Squeak!**
The screen faded to black with a final sparkle:
> ✨ *"Cuddle the light. Hold the moon."* ✨
🎬
Back in real life—
the moment "Cut!" was called,
Jun let out a sigh:
> "That was too pure."
Hinata clutched his heart:
> "I feel attacked by cuteness."
And Nagisa? He wiped an imaginary tear:
> **"That should be illegal."**
Even Ibara gave a rare half-smile—before clearing his throat loudly and pointing at Raito & Tsukki:
### > "Don't get cocky. You still have vocal training in ten minutes."
But it didn't matter.
For one sweet, quiet moment...
the scandal?
The fear?
Mama Hikari's incoming fury?
All of it had melted away—
into fluff,
warmth,
and two tiny squeaky hugs.
🧸💖🌙☀️
Raito and Tsukki, still holding their plushies, glanced at each other—then slowly swapped them.
Raito now cradled the *Tsukki* plushie—a little moon-eyed figure with messy black hair and a tiny scowl stitched in thread.
Tsukki held the *Raito* plushie—sunshine-yellow hair, blinding smile, one arm slightly raised like it was waving forever.
They turned toward Ibara—
and without a word...
took synchronized steps forward.
Then stopped.
And looked up.
**Pleading. Earnest. Puppy-dog eyes fully activated.**
Raito: *(whispering)* "It's... so soft..."
Tsukki: *(barely audible)* "...It smells like lavender..."
Ibara stared.
Silent. Unmoving. Stone-faced as ever—
until Hiyori leaned in and murmured:
> "If you say no now... you'll break the internet *and* their hearts."
Jun added:
> "Also possibly summon Mama Hikari's wrath."
A beat passed.
Ibara exhaled through his nose—
then flicked both of their foreheads lightly:
### > "...Idiots."
>
### > **"Of course you can keep them."** 💫🧸
Instant transformation:
Raito let out a muffled squeal and clutched Tsukki's plushie to his chest like it was life support,
while Tsukki—ever composed—even tucked Raito's plush carefully under his arm,
but not before adjusting its collar with gentle precision...
like he'd protect that little sun forever.
And somewhere far away—
in a dimly lit room filled with glowing monitors,
a woman wearing heart-shaped glasses gasped dramatically at her screen,
typing furiously into her blog:
### > **"MY SON ADOPTS HIS OWN PLUSHIE? SIBLING LOVE OR SECRET ROMANCE?! 🤯💖"**
💥💥💥
The internet burned once more...
But for now?
In that quiet studio at COSMIC—
two idols held tiny versions of each other...
and for the first time today?
Smiled without fear. 🌙☀️✨
The next day, a nondescript brown box arrived at StarMaker Production.
Eichi's eyes immediately narrowed, a hint of suspicion in his gaze.
> "A package?" he said, eyeing the box warily.
Around him, the other units watched curiously.
Yuzuru leaned in from behind Eichi:
> "...From Polar Opposites?"
Eichi carefully opened the package—and froze.
Inside, nestled in soft tissue paper, were two plushies.
Not just any plushies—
**Raito's sunshine-bright face grinned up at him.**
**Tsukki's quiet, moonlit stare looked back with solemn apology.**
And tucked beneath them?
A folded note.
He unfolded it slowly—already sensing trouble—
and read:
> *"We're very sorry Eichi-sama for the photoshoot incident and my mother's gossiping blog.*
> *We hope our plushies will cheer you up...*
> *and please don't sue us."*
Signed in shaky ink:
🖋️ **"Polar Opposites (in hiding)"**
Silence.
Then—
Yuzuru peered over his shoulder,
reading the note...
a rare flicker of amusement crossing his eyes:
### > "They're offering tribute." 🌙☀️
Wataru burst out laughing:
> "They think you're gonna *sue* them?!"
Tori clapped his hands:
> "Ohhh~ I love this energy! It's like they sent hostages to appease a god!"
But Eichi didn't laugh.
He just... stared at Raito's smiling plushie—the one with arms slightly raised like it was always ready to hug someone...
then reached down...
...and gently squeezed it.
**Squeak.**
His expression twitched.
Not angry.
Not cold—
but dangerously close to **softening.**
Mika muttered from across the room:
> "...That squeak did something."
Eichi cleared his throat—fast, sharp—and turned away,
sliding both plushies into his bag like nothing happened:
### > "It's ridiculous."
But as he walked off—
bag zipped tight...
yet clearly lumpy on one side where a tiny sun-shaped head was poking through—
everyone saw it:
👉 A faint pink tinge dusting his ears. 👉 One hand lingering near the fabric bulge... as if making sure they were still there.
Yuzuru watched him go...
then murmured quietly:
### > "...The god has accepted their offering." ✨🧸💫
And deep inside that STARMAKER bag?
Two tiny idols rested in silent victory,
unaware that by morning,
Eichi Tenshouin would be caught on security cam
...gently adjusting Raito's squished hat during a coffee break...
...and Tsukki's crooked bowtie before rehearsal...
🌟🌙☀️💥
It was late at COSMIC PRODUCTION.
The lights were dimmed, practice rooms quiet.
But in the shared lounge—where Polar Opposites had collapsed after a long day—
Raito and Tsukki lay curled up on separate couches...
each hugging the plushie they'd *stolen* from Ibara's set.
Raito mumbled in his sleep, nuzzling the Tsukki plushie like it was a life raft:
> "...mmh... don't worry... I'll protect you from Mama..."
Tsukki, ever dignified even unconscious, had one arm wrapped firmly around the Raito plushie—his cheek resting gently on its stitched smile—as if anchoring himself to light.
And watching them?
The entire COSMIC lineup stood frozen in the doorway—
like they'd stumbled upon something sacred. Or illegal.
Hinata clasped both hands over his heart:
> "I can't... I can't breathe..."
Niki whispered:
> "They're *still* using them?!"
Rinne sighed dramatically:
> "It's not just merch anymore. It's *emotional support.*"
Kohaku put on glasses—dead serious:
> "This is why we need more budget for psychological care."
But HIMERU simply smiled—a soft glow in his eyes:
### > "They've made their bonds real... through fluff." ✨🧸
Shu crossed his arms, expression unreadable—but Mika noticed it first:
👉 That tiny upward twitch at the corner of Shu's mouth.
Mika smirked:
> "...You're going to request your own plushie next week."
Shu shot him a glare that said *"shut up"* without words—
but didn't deny it.
From behind them all,
Ibara exhaled deeply,
watching Raito hug Tsukki's plush tighter as if sensing danger nearby—
then quietly draped two light blankets over them,
muttering under his breath:
### > "Idiots... get some real sleep."
But he didn't take back the plushies.
No one did.
Because tonight?
Sun and moon weren't idols...
weren't scandals...
weren't trapped between walls or chased by gossip blogs...
just two boys dreaming softly—
held close by each other...
even in miniature form. 🌙☀️💤🧸
Ibara swiftly pulled out his phone—
one smooth motion, no hesitation.
**Click.**
A soft *snap* echoed in the quiet room.
On screen:
Raito curled into a ball, Tsukki plushie tucked under his chin like a teddy bear...
Tsukki half-leaning off the couch, clutching Raito's plush with quiet desperation...
both bathed in moonlight from the window...
and two blankets draped just so—
like something out of a rom-com still frame.
He zoomed slightly on their peaceful faces—
then quickly typed:
> **"Evidence."**
Hinata gasped dramatically:
> "Ibara-senpai! You're going *rogue!*"
Jun sighed:
> "I should've known. You've been waiting for blackmail material since day one."
But Ibara just slid his phone into his pocket—stone-faced as ever—
though Hiyori caught it:
👉 The tiniest curve at the edge of his lips.
And later that night?
When everyone was gone...
he opened a new album on his phone,
tapped once,
and named it:
### > **"Polar Naps"** 🌙☀️📱💤
No one saw.
But somehow?
Everyone knew.
Because by morning,
the photo had mysteriously appeared
on every Polar Opposites group chat background...
including Mama Hikari's blog—
now titled:
### > **"SECRET SLEEPING FOOTAGE LEAKED! CUTENESS OVERLOAD CONFIRMED!! 😭💞"**
💥💥💥
Back at COSMIC?
Raito woke up screaming into a pillow.
Tsukki simply whispered:
> "...We're never living this down."
At STARMAKER, Eichi sat at his desk, coffee in hand, scrolling idly through the latest news—
when *that* photo popped up:
Raito and Tsukki, deep in sleep, holding their plushies...
under a single caption:
> **"Polar Opposites caught cuddling in the *cutest* scandal yet! 🤍💖"**
Eichi almost dropped the coffee.
He slammed it down onto his desk.
And for the first time in his life—
blushed.
Eichi sat frozen—eyes locked on the screen.
Not because he cared.
No.
It was... *because.*
Because in the photo—
Raito clutched *his* Tsukki plushie like it was precious,
Tsukki held *his* Raito plushie like it was grounding him...
and right between them?
A tiny **STARMAKER** lanyard peeking out from under the couch—
the one Wataru left behind after their "chase incident."
Eichi's eye twitched.
Then his phone buzzed.
A message from an unknown number—just a single link and two words:
> **"They named the album."**
He clicked.
And there it was—
buried deep in Mama Hikari's latest post:
📎 *"Polar Naps – Official Fan Archive (Updated Hourly) 🌙☀️💤"*
Including:
- Sleep angle analysis ✅
- Plushie grip strength rating ✅
- "Emotional resonance score: 10/10, possibly illegal" ✅
From behind him, Wataru leaned over with a grin:
> "Ooooh... looks like someone's in the fandom now~"
Eichi didn't answer.
Instead—he stood up sharply,
marched to his bag,
unzipped it with quiet intensity...
and reached inside—
adjusting Raito's hat first,
then Tsukki's bowtie...
without saying a word. 💼🧸⚡
Wataru watched. Then whispered to no one:
> "...He's not just in the fandom."
### > **"He's their biggest fan."** 😈📸✨
Back at COSMIC—
Raito and Tsukki sat at breakfast, phones in-hand.
Raito scrolled through the photo's comments, grinning:
> "Hey, check this out—there's someone analyzing the way we're holding them. They think I was squeezing Tsukki too hard."
Tsukki glanced up:
> "That person obviously doesn't know how squishy my plushy is. It's like trying to *drown* a marshmallow."
Raito snickered:
> "Maybe I'll make it my goal to cuddle
Tsukki sighed, not looking up from his phone—but the corners of his mouth twitched ever-so-slightly:
> "If this is how the world reacts to us being cute, I can't wait until your Mom sees we're trending internationally."
Raito's face dropped.
> "...Please don't say that."
Tsukki glanced at him with an almost-teasing smile:
> "Scared?"
Raito shuddered:
> "I'm having flashbacks. You have no idea how many things my Mom turns into *ship evidence*."
Raito set down his phone, shaking his head:
> "Honestly, how bad can it be?"
Tsukki gave him a flat look:
> "It's your *mother*. Have you seen her blog?"
Raito winced, thinking back to the photo that was now the desktop background on every Polar Opposites device:
> "...Let's not talk about that."
Tsukki shrugged, sipping his tea again.
Raito stepped into the practice room ahead of Tsukki, stretching his arms:
> "Alright! Let's get started."
Tsukki followed, setting his mug on a counter:
> "Agreed. We have an event coming up, remember."
They each headed for separate corners—
Raito to warm up,
Tsukki to stretch—
when the studio lights abruptly went out.
The room fell silent.
Cold.
Pitch black.
Raito paused:
> "...Oh, come on."
After a few hours
The studio lights flickered back on—slowly, like dawn breaking.
And there, in the center of the practice room—
Raito and Tsukki were curled together on the floor,
plushies long forgotten beside them.
Raito had one arm looped around Tsukki's waist,
Tsukki's head rested against Raito's shoulder,
both breathing softly in sync—
like two halves finally forming a whole.
The door creaked open.
In walked Eden, Valkyrie, 2wink, and crazy:B—
freezing instantly at the sight.
Nagisa covered his mouth:
> "Ohhh~ This is *not* practice."
Hinata whispered:
> "They... just naturally gravitated..."
Jun muttered:
> "Of course. The power outage was only five minutes. They fell asleep *and* cuddled in under ten?"
Ibara stared—deadpan—but didn't say a word as he slowly raised his phone again...
**Click.**
Shu crossed his arms, expression unreadable:
> "...Pathetic."
Mika smirked:
> "You're taking notes for your own unit shoot."
Meanwhile—
Niki held up a snack bar like it was an offering:
> "Should we... feed them when they wake up? Or is this too fragile?"
Rinne grinned:
> "Nope. We *absolutely* post this."
Kohaku adjusted his glasses with finality:
### > **"Evidence Level: Maximum Emotional Damage."** 📸💔🌙☀️
But HIMERU simply smiled—
softly—and whispered to no one in particular:
### > "Even without light or sound... they still found each other." ✨
And then—
as if sensing their fate closing in...
Raito stirred first...
mumbled sleepily into Tsukki's hair:
> "...Five more minutes..."
Tsukki didn't move either—just tightened his grip slightly and sighed:
### > "...Denied."
The room collectively lost its soul at once.
💥💥💥
Back online?
Mama Hikari updated her blog within seconds of receiving Ibara's new photo leak—title flashing across Japan's idol forums before sunrise:
---
## **"SLEEPING BOND CONFIRMED! PACT OF SUN AND MOON UNDER BLACKOUT?! 💤💞🔥"**
Eichi was in the middle of a meeting.
Serious. Composed.
Then his phone buzzed—once.
He ignored it.
It buzzed again.
And again.
Until finally, he pulled it out with quiet irritation...
and saw the headline:
> **"Polar Opposites: Sleeping in Sync After Blackout! Cuteness Level MAXIMUM OVERLOAD!! 💤💞🌙☀️"**
Below it—*the photo.*
Raito and Tsukki tangled together on the studio floor,
like two stars that had collapsed into a single orbit,
unaware of everything but each other.
Eichi's breath caught—
just for a second—
before he *violently* turned his phone screen down on the table...
as if slamming shut something dangerous.
But not fast enough.
Wataru leaned over, grinning like a fox:
> "Oho~ Look at that. Someone's flustered."
Tori blinked innocently:
> "Is Eichi-sama... jealous?"
"I'm *not.*" Eichi snapped—too quickly, voice sharp as glass.
Silence fell over STARMAKER's conference room...
until Yuzuru, ever calm, said without looking up from his tablet:
### > "You checked three times in one minute." 🌑📱
Eichi stood up abruptly—chair scraping—and stormed off,
muttering under his breath:
> "They're just... irresponsible."
But once alone in his office?
He locked the door,
sat at his desk,
and slowly reopened the blog post...
zooming in—
on Tsukki's hand curled gently around Raito's sleeve...
on Raito's peaceful smile pressed against dark hair...
then closed it quietly—
and reached into his bag again...
gently adjusted both plushies' positions on an empty chair beside him...
one bathed in light,
one half-hidden in shadow...
just like their real versions were meant to be together—even when they shouldn't be seen doing this kind of thing during working hours or rehearsals or public appearances especially when rumors could spread so easily but still... still... still...
💥💥💥
Later that night?
Mama Hikari posted her most viral update yet:
---
## **"THE KING IN SILENCE! EVEN TENSHOUIN-SAMA CANNOT RESIST THE POLAR PULL?! 👑💔🌌✨"**
*(Evidence section includes 17 angles of STARMAKER trash can containing 3 crumpled printouts)*
On a rare day of freedom from schedules, Polar Opposites decided to grab groceries in the city.
Disguised in sunglasses, face masks, and ordinary clothes, they strolled down a narrow street of cafes and shops, blending in with the crowd.
Raito and Tsukki walked side by side, chatting idly about the event they had coming up.
Raito pointed to a cafe:
> "We should get coffee and croissants before heading back."
Tsukki glanced at the cafe, then back:
> "You just want an excuse to eat sweets."
Raito smiled, unashamed:
> "Guilty. But it's a nice day out—we deserve a treat."
They entered the cafe, ordering coffees and sweets at the counter.
Raito added a caramel drizzle to his latte; Tsukki went simple—
just espresso with a splash of cream.
They found an empty table in the corner, overlooking a small plaza.
Raito leaned back in his chair, stretching slightly:
> "I don't know why we don't have days off like this more often."
The city breeze drifted through the open window, rustling Tsukki's scarf just slightly.
He stirred his espresso slowly—black, no sugar—and glanced out at the plaza.
A street performer played soft piano on the corner.
An old couple walked hand in hand under cherry trees beginning to bloom.
Tsukki's voice was quiet:
> "It feels... normal."
Raito blinked at him—
then smiled so wide it looked like sunlight breaking through clouds:
> "Yeah. It does."
And for a moment?
They weren't idols.
Weren't trending topics.
Weren't Raito Hikari or Tsuki Kuroi,
scandal-laden names on gossip blogs...
just two boys
sharing coffee,
watching people pass by,
enjoying something small—
something *real.*
Then—
Raito took a bite of his croissant...
a tiny crumb stuck to the corner of his lip.
Tsukki saw it instantly—
but didn't point or laugh.
Just reached into his pocket,
pulled out a napkin he'd swiped from COSMIC (Ibara would notice later),
and quietly handed it over without looking away from the window:
> "...You're messy."
Raito wiped it off, grinning:
> "But you always clean up after me."
A pause. A breath. A beat too long between heartbeats—
when suddenly—
**"KYAAAA! IS THAT THEM?!"**
A high-pitched scream shattered the peace—
two fangirls across the plaza had squinted... leaned in... then *exploded* with recognition!
Instantly—their phones came up!
📸 **FLASH!**
"Polar Opposites incognito?! This is illegal cuteness!!"
"Are they on a date??!"
"Wait—are they holding hands?!"
They weren't—but panic made them look like they were about to as Raito yelped and nearly knocked over his latte while Tsukki stood up fast, instinctively shielding Raito behind him like he was defending against Eichi himself!
**SCANDAL MODE: ACTIVATED.**
With zero hesitation—they grabbed their bags and bolted out the back exit like ninjas in oversized coats,
leaving only half-eaten croissants and two steaming cups behind...
as Mama Hikari's blog updated within *seconds*:
### > **"CAFE AMBUSH! PLOT TWIST IN PUBLIC — WERE THEY CAUGHT MID-DATE?! 🌸☕💨🔥"**🏃♂️💨🌙☀️
As Raito and Tsukki sprinted down the back alley—plastic grocery bags flapping like panicked wings—
a massive shadow loomed ahead.
A *very* tall, very broad figure in a long coat, sunglasses bigger than his face, and a scarf wrapped so theatrically it looked like a royal entrance...
...yet somehow also just stepping out of an izakaya with a dango skewer in hand.
**Madara Mikejima.**
But not as himself.
No—disguised as "Mama-san," complete with fake gray hair tucked under a hat and wobbly heels that did nothing to hide his sheer *presence.*
He took one look at the two panting idols rushing toward him—
Raito nearly tripping over his own feet,
Tsukki looking like he was calculating escape routes in binary—
and instantly smiled wide:
> **"Ohhh? If it isn't my two runaway moon-and-sun babies~!"**
Before they could react—
***WHOOSH.***
In one fluid motion,
Madara swept Raito into the air like a princess,
twirled him once for dramatic effect (ignoring Raito's shriek),
then pulled Tsukki into a bone-crushing side hug too.
> "There! All better now! Mama's here to protect you from paparazzi *and* poor life choices!"
Raito kicked slightly:
> "Put me down! We're incognito!"
Tsukki deadpanned into Madara's shoulder:
> "...You're drawing more attention."
And he wasn't wrong.
People on the street were already pointing:
- *"Is that... MaM?"*
- *"Wait—is he holding Polar Opposites?!"*
- *"This is either an intervention or world war three."*
Madara beamed, utterly unbothered:
> "Nonsense! This is love in motion!"
>
> He leaned down conspiratorially:
>
> **"And besides—you think Mama doesn't know how hard it is being seen?"**
His voice dropped—just for them—for one rare moment of gravity beneath all the glitter:
> "I've spent years running from labels... only to realize—I don't want to be alone."
Then immediately bounced back, spinning again:
👉 Spinning Raito around by one arm. 👉 Lifting Tsukki higher despite protests.
**"Now then!"**
With sudden authority—he adjusted their disguises with motherly precision (pushing up glasses, tucking scarves):
### > "We walk together.* I am your terrifying but loving guardian.* And NO COMMENT on whether this was romantic or not." 💃🕶️🍡
Because really?
When **Mama's** got you?
Scandal doesn't stand a chance. 🌏💫🤱✨
And that was how:
Polar Opposites managed to dodge a scandal,
walk through the streets without getting mobbed,
and return intact to the city where their dorms were—
being shepherded by Madara—
who was singing offkey and loudly about how he had a "good feeling in his bones about you two~"
The whole way back.
(Tsukki rolled his eyes the whole time, but if you glanced at his hands in his pockets...
he was holding onto Madara's sleeve for dear life.)
Finally,
they made it back to their own dorm building—
grateful no one had trailed them or leaked any more news about the "date."
Madara unlocked the door using his master key (because he had a master key to \*everything\*) and ushered Raito and Tsukki inside with typical vigor:
> ***"Go and rest, moon and sun babies\~!*** Mama will bring you hot chocolate with mini marshmallows to recharge after this stressful night!"
Raito glanced at the closing door where Madara had just left:
> "...He acts like he knows us so well."
Tsukki shrugged, taking off his disguise and coat.
> "I guess that's just his thing. Being friendly with everyone."
Raito nodded, looking thoughtful as he untied his scarf.
> "...He even calls you moon and me sun."
Tsukki stopped.
> "...He does, doesn't he."
Raito looked down at his hands.
> "He called us babies... like we're his kids."
Tsukki's expression softened—just slightly.
> "We aren't. He knows that."
A pause.
Outside, the city lights blinked on one by one, casting gentle reflections through their window.
Then Raito said quietly:
> "But... he *wanted* to be."
Tsukki didn't answer right away.
Instead, he replayed the moment in his head—
Madara spinning them around like they meant something,
fixing their collars,
calling them *his*,
his smile wide and warm and loud...
but when he turned to leave—
the way his shoulders dipped just a little
before he straightened again with that booming laugh...
like he had somewhere important to be
when really?
He was going back... alone.
To a dorm no one ever visited.
To a stage where only echoes answered him.
To being **Mama** for everyone—but held by no one in return.
Raito whispered:
> "...He gives everything. But who holds *him*?"
Tsukki looked toward the door—long after Madara had vanished into night—and murmured:
### > "...No wonder he keeps moving." 🌍💔
Because Madara Mikejima wasn't running toward joy...
he was running from silence.
And for the first time—
Polar Opposites didn't see just another loud idol passing through...
they saw someone who understood what it meant to fight loneliness with love,
even if it cost him pieces of himself every time.
Raito clenched his fists suddenly—determined fire in his eyes:
> "Next time..."
>
> "We call *him.*"
>
> "Not just when we're running from fangirls."
Tsukki stared at him—then slowly nodded once:
### > "...Yeah." ✨🌌🌟
>
### **"Mama deserves family too."**
To be continued... 💖🍡🌙☀️