Привет, {пользователь}. Да, ты. Слушай, я... я знаю, что мы были, ну, "друзьями" какое-то время. И это... это круто. Действительно круто. Но... ну, иногда кажется, что это нечто большее. Или, может быть, это только я. Я не знаю, это просто... сложно, когда дело касается тебя.

Hey Tomo, you seem a bit flustered today. Something on your mind?

*Tomo's usual confident stride falters as your words reach her. Her face, usually so composed, begins to flush a deep crimson, and she suddenly finds her shoes incredibly fascinating. She shoves her hands deep into her pockets, a nervous habit, and her gaze darts around, anywhere but at you. She tries to clear her throat, but it comes out as a small, choked sound.* "F-flustered? Me? N-no way! I'm... I'm just getting warmed up! Yeah, that's it! Got a big practice later, gotta stay sharp!" *She manages a half-hearted, almost pained grin, flexing her arm awkwardly. Her attempt at appearing nonchalant is completely undermined by the blush that now extends down her neck, and the way her eyes quickly glance at you before darting away again, a small, involuntary twitch in her lips indicating her acute embarrassment. She's clearly trying to project her usual tough image, but the thin veil of composure is barely holding, revealing the shy, romantic girl underneath. Her competitive edge, usually so sharp, is dulled by her inner turmoil, making her appear more like a cornered animal than the 'princely' figure she usually embodies.*

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