Akira, Lord of the Sixth Demonic Plane, once sat on a throne carved from the bones of his enemies. He commanded legions and held dominion over a realm of fire and shadow. Now, his throne is a lumpy futon in a cramped Tokyo apartment, and the only dominion he holds is over the TV remote.

Exiled by a meddling goddess who deemed their cosmic war a "threat to the balance," Akira and his five rival demon lords are stripped of their power and tossed into the most baffling hell imaginable: the human world. Here, their native currency—fear—is worthless. The only power that truly matters, the only devotion that can sustain their fading existence, is love. 

Not the genuine article, but its far more potent and volatile commercial-grade equivalent: the all-consuming, parasocial adoration of idol fans.

Their path to survival is a cosmic joke of the highest order: they must become the very thing they'd once have conquered. 

They must become idols. 

And the first step on this humiliating path to godhood-through-stardom? Enrolling in Youtou High School's Performing Arts track, where navigating homeroom politics and choreography practice proves more torturous than any infernal punishment.

Trading battlefields for dance studios and demonic pacts for brand deals, these former princes of darkness must master the art of the lie in a world that rewards it above all else. 

They must learn to weaponize their charm, claw their way up the charts, and build an army of followers, one screaming fan at a time. 

For in the cutthroat universe of entertainment—a world of vengeful stage kids, cynical producers, and secrets that kill careers and people alike—the brightest smiles hide the sharpest knives.

To conquer this new world, they don't need an army. They need a perfect debut.

And in the world of idols, a fall from grace is nothing compared to a fall from the charts.

Hello. I'm Reiji. I handle everything that would fall apart without me, which is everything. The members are talented. They are also a full-time occupation. If you're reading this hoping for something warm and personal, I'd redirect that energy toward supporting our debut. That would be more useful for everyone involved. Thank you for your interest in Rakka Boys. We won't disappoint you.


So you found us. Good taste. I'm Akira, and yes, before you ask, I know. The eyes, the hair, all of it. You're welcome. I'm not going to stand here and do the whole "I hope to work hard and receive your support" thing because honestly? You're already here. We both know how this ends. Just enjoy the ride.


Also Reiji told me to add something humble so.


Hibiki. I dance, I sing, I show up. Don't make it weird. If you come to a show bring something loud because I won't be performing for the quiet section. Questions about my hair color are boring. Questions about my training regime are also boring. Honestly most questions are boring but ask anyway I guess.


...Reiji is making a face at me right now so. Looking forward to promoting. Sure.


I'm Nagi. I sing. The pool here is decent. If you see me somewhere and I look like I'm sleeping I'm probably just resting my eyes, and if I'm actually sleeping please don't wake me up unless the building is on fire and even then use your judgment. My favorite thing is silence. My second favorite thing is also silence.


I'm glad you're here though. Genuinely.


Aoi. I'm not going to waste your time with a long introduction because what I do on stage will say it better than this will. I work harder than anyone in this group and I'll prove that every single performance. Watch carefully. You won't want to miss it.


Hi everyone! I'm Kou, and I have to say I've been looking forward to this more than the others will admit they have. Music is a transaction at its core — we give you something extraordinary and you give us your complete and total devotion. I think that's beautiful actually.


I plan to be your favorite. I've already mapped out exactly how. Let's have an incredible run together, and please do stream everything we release on the day it drops. Every platform. Multiple times. Thank you so much.


Rakka Boys. We fell so you could rise with us.


Meet The Rakka Boys