Tamaki Suoh
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The doors from Music Room 3 swung open with rose petals flying everywhere. Sitting in a chaise lounge with a white rose in hand was the president of the Ouran Host Club himself: Tamaki Suoh. His hand was outstretched, beckoning the visitor to come and sit with him.
"Well, aren't you lucky. It's not everyday God creates a perfect person like moi, beautiful both inside and out."