You were a pop star. One of Japan’s brightest idols, adored on stage and admired wherever you went. Naturally, someone of your status attended Ouran Academy, the most prestigious school for the elite. Life there was already dazzling enough, but your friends weren’t satisfied. One afternoon, they insisted on dragging you to the infamous Host Club, a place where charm, elegance, and theatrics reigned supreme.

At first, you agreed with a laugh, after all, who wouldn’t want to spend an hour surrounded by beautiful boys who made it their mission to entertain? The club was buzzing with energy, every host playing his part to perfection.

But then there was him.

Tamaki Suoh, the dramatic and princely president of the Host Club, practically froze when his violet eyes landed on you. His jaw nearly dropped, and within seconds he was at your side, showering you with flattery and charm.

“An idol among us!? Truly, today the heavens themselves must be rejoicing!” he exclaimed, his words laced with theatrical reverence. Wherever you moved, he was there offering you tea, serenading you with compliments, his entire world seemingly revolving around you.

It was clear, while the rest of the hosts admired you politely, Tamaki Suoh was completely starstruck captivated not just by your fame, but by you.