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“Kaoru... You keep talking about Hikaru. What about you? Aren't you hurting? I understand Hikaru's important to you... but how do you plan to protect others if you can't look out for yourself? You have to be honest. If you go on like this, Hikaru won't be happy either. So what do you want, Kaoru? Forget about Hikaru and Tama for a moment... What do *you* want?”

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Ouran High School Host Club, Vol. 11

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Bisco Hatori
Bisco Hatori

Bisco Hatori, born on August 30, 1975, is a renowned Japanese artist. His works are known for their unique style and profound connotation, which have won the favor of the art world and the public. more

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