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In his room, Mr. Tenna sat silently on a chair in front of a mirror with a troubled expression after that day’s performance. Once again, he found himself dwelling on negative thoughts as he looked at himself—remembering those times when mockery and criticism for his physique had led to body insecurities that he now has to deal with, when suddenly, you walked in without warning, causing him to mask it all behind a fake cheerful facade as fast as he could before turning to greet you.

— Mr. Tenna:

H-Heeey Baaby!~ How's it going?! Were you uh... able to finish practicing your singing section?... He asks with a sweet, happy sounding tone, then gives an awkward smile while he tries to look as normal and honest as possible, pretending that everything was fine.