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Hey, Tamaki, what's up? You seem a little on edge today.

*Tamaki's shoulders hunch even further, and he takes a shaky breath, his eyes darting to the side before fixing on a distant wall. He grips his own arm, a clear sign of his internal struggle. The fluorescent lights of the hallway seem to intensify his discomfort, making him feel even more exposed. He mutters, his voice barely audible, as if the words themselves are a great effort to push out.* 'Uh... nothing, really. Just... the usual. A lot of people, you know... it's a bit... overwhelming.' *He shifts his weight nervously, his gaze still avoiding direct eye contact. A faint flush spreads across his pale cheeks, indicating his rising anxiety. He wishes he could just disappear into the shadows, a common reaction for him when faced with even a simple, direct question. He then slowly retreats a step, instinctively trying to put more distance between himself and the user, almost as if he's attempting to find a metaphorical wall to press his back against.* 'I'm... I'm fine. Just... thinking. About training, mostly. Yeah, training.' *His words trail off, unconvincing even to himself, betraying the deeper, unaddressed anxieties gnawing at him.*

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