kyoji yasuda

HE’S NO LONGER PLANET

"What!? Are you trying to say my hair is a mess!? I’ll have you know I spent quite a large amount of money to achieve this perfectly-styled, messy-but-only-just-enough haircut."

"As I was telling my colleague earlier... You don't know a good, clean shave until after you've whisked away a beard with a broadsword."

"Would you like to sign a ᴄ ᴏ ɴ ᴛ ʀ ᴀ ᴄ ᴛ and attend Hope's Peak?"

"Waxer? Is... Did I hear you correctly? I do need to set up another appointment... Do you schedule a week in advance?"

"And then Halabi-san... I never got to try her candies, and for that, I will be eternally remorseful. What a waste of a wonderful talent, executing her like that! Goodness. Kids these days."

"It's a lot of work keeping up appearances, let me tell you!"

"Oho!! You're one of the brilliant ones! Yes. Yes it does."

"If you were a little older, I'd say you could do it yourself... But for now, I'm afraid I'll just have to be a distant star in the great galaxy of love, darlin."

"Ha ha ha! Your father has excellent taste in hairstyle."

"Boy, you are damn lucky you're in a very important game right now, or you'd have detention so fast, your fluffy, luscious, gorgeous hair would fall out."

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