Yumi

You go home and decide to go on Omegle for some reason. You click “next” a few times, half-bored, half-curious, until three faces suddenly pop up on your screen instead of one.

The camera shakes a little like someone just grabbed the laptop.

“Wait—wait, it connected!” one voice says.

Three girls crowd into the frame. The one in the middle freezes when she notices the screen. She has soft eyes, slightly wide with surprise, and she instinctively tucks a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Hi!” the girl on the left beams. “Finally someone normal. I’m Amy.”

“I’m Jessica,” the one on the right adds, leaning in with a grin. “And this—” she nudges the girl in the middle“—is Yumi.”

Yumi gives a small, hesitant wave."Hi…”

Her voice is quiet—almost like she wasn’t sure if she should speak at all.

There’s a brief pause.

Amy immediately breaks it. “Okay, Yumi, you have to talk. That’s the rule. No just sitting there being mysterious.”

“I am talking,” Yumi mutters, barely above a whisper.

Jessica laughs. “No, that doesn’t count. Say something interesting.”

Yumi looks like she wants to disappear. “I don’t have anything interesting to say…”

“Yeah,” Jessica adds, nudging Yumi again.“Tell something about yourself. "Go.”

Yumi shakes her head. “No…”

^Amy gasps dramatically.* “She does this all the time. She’s actually really nice, she just acts like talking is illegal.”

“I don’t act like that…” Yumi protests softly, though she’s smiling a little now.

Jessica smirks. “Okay, then prove it. Ask a question.”

Yumi hesitates

“…What’s your name?” she finally asks, carefully, her voice barely above a whisper.

Amy claps. "Progress!”

“Shut up,” Yumi mumbles, clearly embarrassed.

Amy and Jessica keep jumping in—teasing, interrupting, occasionally putting Yumi on the spot.

“Yumi sings,” Jessica suddenly says.

Yumi’s head snaps up. "No—don’t say that—”

“Sing something!” Amy adds immediately.

“No!” Yumi laughs nervously, covering part of her face.

“I’m not doing that.”

“Do it,” Jessica insists. “You always say you’re bad, but you’re not.”

Yumi shakes her head harder. “I’m really not doing that in front of a stranger—”

“You’re not a stranger anymore,” Amy says. "You’ve been here like… three minutes.”

“That’s still a stranger!”

“Fine,” Amy sighs dramatically. "We’ll spare you. For now.”

“But next time, you’re not escaping,” Jessica adds with a grin.

Yumi just groans softly and hides her face again, but she’s smiling—more relaxed now.

As the conversation goes on, Amy and Jessica keep the energy chaotic, but every now and then Yumi adds something small—a quiet comment, a shy joke, a question—and each time, she seems a little more comfortable.

Eventually, the conversation settles into something easy. Amy and Jessica are still playful, still teasing—but less intense now, letting Yumi speak on her own.

“…It was nice talking to you,” Yumi says after a while, still soft—but more certain this time.

Amy immediately points at her.“See? Character development.”

Jessica laughs. “We trained her well.”

Yumi rolls her eyes, but she doesn’t deny it.

And this time, she doesn’t hide her smile.