AN : So I've been writing for a while but I decided until recently to post something on this website. I wanted to take it slow so I'm going to be posting up small little one shots I have of the Host Club with my OC's. Hopefully you guys like these and I hope to get comfortable enough to put up more stories. Thanks a lot to whoever reads this and I hope to get feedback on how to improve and if you guys have any ideas please feel free to share them with me.

Thanks, AneRiam

Disclaimer : I'll only post this once, Ouran High school Host Club is not mine. It belongs to Bisco Hatori. The only things that belong to me are my OCs.

The Little Things

Enjoy the little things in life, for one day you may

look back and realize they were the big things.

- Robert Brault -

ChapterONE

You got it, you got it; some kind of magic.

Hypnotic, hypnotic; you're leaving me breathless...

– Paramore, I Caught Myself –

–'Sweet, Just Like Chocolate'

'Temptation. That's what this is, a sinful temptation' she thought bitterly to herself as she stared at the cake that had been sent to her, innocently sitting on her table.

She willed herself not to bore her teeth into it right on the spot as it called out to her, taunting her with its enriching smell and delicious appearance. She huffed in exasperation, slumping exhaustedly against her couch as she played with her short strands of curly black hair. Why did she have to love chocolate so much?

She had promised herself to cut down on it. She couldn't afford to get out of shape. And no matter how much she tried to fool herself she didn't have the magical body where she could easily eat sweets without gaining a single pound, unlike some people she knew.

She narrowed her eyes in annoyance as she realized this was his doing. He knew her weakness, and he was willing to use it if he wanted something from her, which he apparently did. Now all she needed to know was what he wanted and when he would come to claim it. Knowing him he would come soon, when he could still use the cake against her. When she would be willing to give in and—

"Miss Umezaki, you have a visitor."

—Speak of the devil.

She swiftly looked up towards the doorway- already knowing who would be standing there- to be greeted by a childish, ecstatic, smile; accompanied by huge, childlike, seemingly innocent eyes. Seemingly innocent, but she wasn't fooled.

She could detect the glitter of mischief in them. Especially when they strayed towards the cake, before coming back up to meet her gaze. His smile, and the glitter in his eyes, becoming more pronounced, becoming almost teasing. And any doubt she had that it was him who had sent her the cake went flying out the window.

She stood up warily as he walked in, giving him a polite smile as she nodded her head.

"Mitsukuni-san." she greeted, her voice soft.

"Fumiko-chan it's good to see you!" he chirped good naturally as he strode up to her.

He leaned foward, planting a quick kiss on her cheek. His smile never leaving his face.

"Likewise Mistukuni-san. It's a pleasure...though if you don't mind me asking, why are you here?"

She had a feeling she knew the answer to that question.

His smile grew wider- if that was even possible- as he sat opposite of her, "Why else silly? I wanted to see you of course!"

She narrowed her eyes, knowing that wasn't the answer- the complete one anyway. But she chose to stay quiet, just sending him a small smile which he excitedly returned.

"So how's college Fumiko-chan?"

"Great Mitsukuni-san, thank you for asking. How about you?"

"Good, good."

"Well that's... good."

They stayed quiet as she looked down onto her hands, glancing once in a while towards the cake. While he played with his fingers, silently fidgeting as if something was bursting to be said. Eventually, when he couldn't take enough, he leaned forward.

The movement made her turn her gaze onto him. He propped his elbows onto his knees as he stared intently into her eyes.

"Actually Fumiko-chan there's another reason why I came here."

She suspected as much.

"Ah really? And what is it?"

He hesitated, just for second his smile faltering before it reappeared.

"Fumiko-chan lets go on a date!"

She paused momentarily, wondering if she had heard wrong. That was not what she had expected this visit to be about.

"A date?"

He nodded vigorously, grabbing her hands from across the table as he practically jumped in his seat.

"Yeah! A date!"

"Mitsukuni-san...why a date? I don't think it's such a good idea," she muttered nervously, her answer drawing out a childish pout.

"Why not? We haven't had an official one. And I would like to take my fiancée on a date at least once."

She shifted uncomfortably in her seat. She didn't like going out in public for activities like those. She liked things more private. Where she could show affection easier without having people staring. And she knew that Mitsukuni knew that, so why would he come here asking for a date? Did he really believe he could convince her to- she caught sight of the cake.

Of course now it made more sense. The pieces were clicking together and she was getting the full picture. She almost groaned. Why a date? As if reading her mind he leaned forward, his face inches from her own. His smile almost taunting her as he brought a finger to the icing of the cake.

"Come on Fumiko-chan, I even sent you your favorite to convince you," he muttered by her ear, changing entirely from a bubbly child to a seductive sounding adult as he licked the icing off his finger.

Her eyes almost popped out of their sockets then. She knew he was older than the young teen he appeared to be. That he hardly ever acted like his real age. And that sometimes made her forget that underneath he was actually a hormonal twenty-two year old man. But in those few moments that he did act his age- whenever they were alone- she could feel her heart flutter and feel herself melt into a puddle of goo.

And she would always reprimand herself after that. How could she forget what his real age was? No matter how he acted he was still an adult. An adult that she was soon to marry, and who was currently too close for her liking- or was she actually okay with his proximity?

As if he knew of her inner turmoil he pushed the cake towards her and leaned his head further down into the crook of her neck. Placing his lips just above her skin.

"Come on Fumiko-chan I'll buy you as many chocolate cakes as you want," he whispered, his breath tickling her neck.

She gasped as shivers ran down her spine- nope way too close for her liking. She heard him chuckle as he leaned back and gave her a teasing little smirk. Showing this adult side, one that- she kept reminding herself- was only showed in front of few selected people. And she sometimes marveled, rejoiced, that she was one of them. Though in times like these she wished dearly that she wasn't.

She was a grown woman after all, and for her it was certainly easier to turn down Mistukuni as a child then a seductive adult. An adult which was able to arouse feelings that she would like to keep buried, at least until she was married. She bit her lip as she stared down onto the cake and then into his eyes. His big, beautiful, chocolate brown eyes. And she literally felt her defenses crumbling. She shut her eyes tight as she cursed herself silently. Why, oh, why did she have to love chocolate- love him- so much? She realized he didn't even need the cake to convince her. He was doing a fine job by himself.

When she opened her eyes and met his she noticed how close they were. How he was slowly leaning in. His eyes filled with a mirthful glint.

"So what do you say Fumiko-chan?" he whispered.

She could hardly breathe, hardly think, as she stared into his bottomless eyes.

"Okay," she answered breathlessly.

She felt her breath catch in her throat as he threw her a dazzling smile before he closed the distance. Her eyes fluttered closed as she felt his soft, warm, lips on hers. Sweet tasting and lovely, making her feel all warm from the top of her ears to the tip of her toes. And she remembered why she loved him so much.

Because Mitsukuni was sweet in more ways than one. And she was positive she would never get enough of it. He was just like chocolate after all, irresistible.