Disclaimer: Unfortunately for me, Ouran High School Host Club is property of Hatori Bisco (lucky her).


"You don't look too well."

"I don't feel too well."

She pursed her lips, unsure for a moment. His cheeks glowed with a sickly pallor, his eyes dull and his voice scratchy.

Tentatively she asks, "Is there anything I can do?"

For a moment she thought his eyes flashed with something particularly mischievous.

"There is one thing."

He gestures for her to lean closer, a child about to whisper a secret.

She does so, forgoing suspicion, in favor of his infirmity.

Surely, he wouldn't try anything in his current condition.

Slightly, chapped lips against her cheek and a sheepish smile tell her otherwise.