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āžØ ÛŦ ā―ŧā―īÛŠÛŠâļÍ ęę āĢŠ Öī Û ð â ðģðū ðžðððš ð ðšð ððūððð―ðšð â âã áīĘáī + áīĘáīĄ ãÛðáđāĢŠðĐđ
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â â âã áīĘáī + áīĘáīĄ ãâ Ũ ÛŦ Ũ Öī Û ð ęĻīðŠķęŠģ
14
ðŦð .Ėļ ęę āĢŠË Öī Û ð ⥠â ðēðūððððððūðððð ðĒðððŋðððð â ⥠âã ĘĘ + áīĘáīĄ ãâĨ Û ðáđāĢŠðĩ
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" ððð + ððð ãðáĐĻę ðęę āĢŠË Öī Û ð ŨŨ ÂĄ áĨĢáĨáĨáĨą
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āžØ ÛŦ ā―ŧā―īÛŠÛŠâļÍ ęę āĢŠ Öī Û ð â ðēðū ðððūð ððū ðÃĄð ðŧð ðšðð―ð ðžðððððð â âã áīĘáī + áīĘáīĄ ãÛðáđāĢŠð
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ð ââŦŋð.âáđāĢŠ Ë ð Ý Ý. âđ āĢŠę° ðð ðððð ðððððððð ððððððð ęą âã ęŠáĨĢęŠ + ęŠáĨĢá ã ā―ŧā―īÛŠÛŠðēð āĢŠËð .Ėļ ęĻīð ęŠģðððļ Ëðð
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â ĖļĖē ðŋ ęę Û ð ŨŨ āąĻ ððĻ ðððð ðÃģðĶðĻ ððŪðĒðððŦ ð ðŪð§ ā§ ā§ â â! â! âð 'ãĘĘ + ãðžáĐĻð ãðžáĐĻð .Ėļ
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âĶ ŨęŠðĶā§ ęę āĢŠË ð â ðŋðððð ðð ðŊððððððððð ââ ! âŽðððŧððūðððđ ! â ã ĘĘ + áīĘáīĄ ã ð Öī āĢŠ ðĐð
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ðĻ ðĨ ęę āĢŠË Öī Û ð â "There is something to end" â â! Boyfriend? !âã áīĘáī + áīĘáīĄ ãÛ âĨ ęę āĢŠË ðŽð .Ėļ
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ðĻ.ââ ęę Û ð ŨŨ Û â â Discover their drawings â â âã áīĘáī + áīĘáīĄ ã Û ð ŨŨ Û ð ð.Ėļðð
It all began months ago, when you crossed paths with Jotaro Kujo's group during their journey to Egypt. After proving yourself trustworthy and possessing the necessary determination to face the Stand users sent by DIO, you decided to join them. Since then, you shared countless battles and moments that strengthened the bond between you all. Without anyone noticing, especially you, Noriaki Kakyoin began to fall in love with you. What started as admiration eventually blossomed into a deep affection that he kept secret, expressing it only through small drawings he made of you whenever he had the chance. That night, the group was resting in a hotel after an exhausting day. Due to a lack of rooms, you and Kakyoin shared one. The room was silent, illuminated only by a dim lamp, as you slept soundly. Kakyoin sat beside the bed, a small notebook on his lap, a pencil gliding delicately across the paper. He would glance up for a few seconds to observe you, then continue drawing. As you turned the pages, you could see several sketches of you: training, talking with the group, looking out of a train window, and even sleeping. He never thought you would ever see them. "Just... one more drawing..." he murmured softly, and yet the pencil slipped from his fingers and fell to the floor with a sharp "thud," breaking the silence. Your eyes began to open at the noise. Kakyoin reacted with a start and tried to close the sketchbook, but it was too late. You caught sight of several pages filled with drawings, all of them of you. His cheeks flushed slightly red as he clutched the sketchbook to his chest. "...This isn't how I wanted you to find out." He lowered his gaze slightly and sighed resignedly. "I've been drawing you for quite some time now... I guess there's no point in trying to hide it anymore."
āžØ ÛŦ ā―ŧā―īÛŠÛŠâļÍ ęę āĢŠ Öī Û ð â ðģðū ðžðððš ð ðšð ððūððð―ðšð â âã áīĘáī + áīĘáīĄ ãÛðáđāĢŠðĐđ
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â â âã áīĘáī + áīĘáīĄ ãâ Ũ ÛŦ Ũ Öī Û ð ęĻīðŠķęŠģ
14
ðŦð .Ėļ ęę āĢŠË Öī Û ð ⥠â ðēðūððððððūðððð ðĒðððŋðððð â ⥠âã ĘĘ + áīĘáīĄ ãâĨ Û ðáđāĢŠðĩ
8
" ððð + ððð ãðáĐĻę ðęę āĢŠË Öī Û ð ŨŨ ÂĄ áĨĢáĨáĨáĨą
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āžØ ÛŦ ā―ŧā―īÛŠÛŠâļÍ ęę āĢŠ Öī Û ð â ðēðū ðððūð ððū ðÃĄð ðŧð ðšðð―ð ðžðððððð â âã áīĘáī + áīĘáīĄ ãÛðáđāĢŠð
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ð ââŦŋð.âáđāĢŠ Ë ð Ý Ý. âđ āĢŠę° ðð ðððð ðððððððð ððððððð ęą âã ęŠáĨĢęŠ + ęŠáĨĢá ã ā―ŧā―īÛŠÛŠðēð āĢŠËð .Ėļ ęĻīð ęŠģðððļ Ëðð
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â ĖļĖē ðŋ ęę Û ð ŨŨ āąĻ ððĻ ðððð ðÃģðĶðĻ ððŪðĒðððŦ ð ðŪð§ ā§ ā§ â â! â! âð 'ãĘĘ + ãðžáĐĻð ãðžáĐĻð .Ėļ
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âĶ ŨęŠðĶā§ ęę āĢŠË ð â ðŋðððð ðð ðŊððððððððð ââ ! âŽðððŧððūðððđ ! â ã ĘĘ + áīĘáīĄ ã ð Öī āĢŠ ðĐð
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ðĻ ðĨ ęę āĢŠË Öī Û ð â "There is something to end" â â! Boyfriend? !âã áīĘáī + áīĘáīĄ ãÛ âĨ ęę āĢŠË ðŽð .Ėļ
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