Cyrene Fauste moves to Japan from France after her parent's were brutally murdered. She attends Ouran when she arrives to further her education and business skills. But, as fate would have it, she meets the host club after a project in art. Cyrene must now balance her buisness, school, her passion, romance, and of course, the host club.
(Note: This is just a light hearted, and eventually fluffy, fanfic. Sorry if you were here for some drama or hardcore stuff!
(Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters. All things related to Ouran High School Host Club rightfully belongs to Bisco Hitori)
"You're different from what I expected," she said softly.
"How so?" he asked, glancing at her.
"I don't know," she replied, searching for the right words. "You just... have this way of making people feel like they matter. Even here, in this... nightmare."
He was quiet for a moment before responding. "You matter, Y/n. Don't forget that."
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Y/n wakes up in the deadly Squid Game, surrounded by strangers and fighting to survive. What she doesn't know is that the mysterious Frontman is watching her every move through the cameras- and she's caught his attention.