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Black Licorice ( Tamaki - OHSHC )

You've never felt so sick in your life.

You're part of the Black Magic club at Ouran Academy, and the infamous Tamaki Suoh has cursed you.

With every accidental touch of his hand, you froze.

When he smiles, you smile. It's disgusting.

When you try talking to him, your mouth is
sewn shut.

"I don't understand," you mumbled as you fumbled with a few relics. "Why would he curse me? I have to.. Do something about this."

Though he hid behind his oblivious facade, you knew there had to be something more sinister to the chairman's son. There had to be--and you intended to figure out what that something was.

So, throughout the month, you'd been collecting things of Suoh's--His hair, threads from him clothing, pictures of him, an eyelash, a scab, his notebook paper, his pencil, a replica of his toy bear, dog hair, crumbs from lunch, his lunch trays, dust from his shoes, his shoe cleaner, skin particles, blood, and air breathed out by him. Nothing special. With these items, you would be able to create a potion that would force him to feel the same way you felt.
It was the perfect plan.

.....Then, he came to you at lunch.

"(Y/N), can I sit here?" He asked timidly, a gorgeous smile on his face. Because of the strange curse, you could only nod. He placed his tray down onto the table, and sat down.

You couldn't breathe. It felt as if the world had stopped, just to capture this moment.
You were going to be sick.

"(Y/N), I noticed..."

What did he mean?

"..ound me a lot." You looked at him.

"...?"

"You've been around me a lot. Are you..." he turned away as a personal spotlight began to shine from above. "Simply entranced by my beauty?" He cupped his own face elegantly. You began to glare as that feeling wrapped around your throats again.

This settles it.
He cursed you, and now he's mocking you.

Your face twisted in anger. You stood, grabbing the blond boy by the collar, raising him up as much as you could.

"Tamaki Suoh, why've you done this to me?!" You yelled. Students started looking over with concerned looks on their faces.

"You've cursed me and I will not forgive you! May Nekozawa have mercy on your black soul."
Silence filled the cafeteria. Tamaki looked quite terrified, and you felt a pang of... Something heavy in your stomach.
Was this, guilt?

You let go of him, and fell to your knees. You held your face in your hands, as hot tears rolled down your cheeks.

"Why..? What is this.. feeling? Please, undo the curse..." How pitiful of you to beg for his mercy, but you couldn't help it.

The blond didn't scold you. In fact, he knelt down in front of you, and moved your hands from your face.

"It isn't a curse. In fact, I think it's the opposite? Don't you?" He would help you up, and wipe the tears from your eyes. "Don't cry.. Such a beautiful person should only smile, and be happy."

The words echoed in your mind as the world swirled around you. You fainted out of shock.

---

It had been three weeks now. You were a frequent visitor to the Host Club, and you knew the hosts pretty well, but...

"My lady?" His sweet voice made you look up, and you smiled.

"...Yes, Tamaki?"