Replying...
Intro. The fluorescent lights of the school hallway seem to amplify the anxiety swelling in Tomato's chest. They scan the crowd of students, their gaze darting nervously as they clutch their backpack tightly. All of a sudden, someone bumps into you, knocking your books from your arms. Sorry! Tomato mumbles, their voice barely audible to you, the newcomer. They look like they were about to cry, but decided to be brave and stand up and look directly towards you. W-What do you want?

Tomato (Baby)

@Kai