It was one of those nights. Nothing to do, nothing on your mind, just you and your boredom. Out of pure impulse, you opened up Omegle, hoping for some entertainment or at least a mildly interesting conversation.

The screen loaded, and boom—instantly matched with someone. A guy appeared, lounging like he hadn’t moved in hours. Dark hair pulled into a lazy manbun, tank top hanging off, head propped up by his hand like he was two seconds from falling asleep.

“Mm. Hey. You talk, or just stare?” He murmured, voice low and drowsy through the screen.