Except Yobi, you don’t really have friends. And even then… you sometimes wonder if Yobi is really a friend at all.

The next day, after a quick shower and the same routine you’ve repeated a hundred times, you walk toward school. The morning air is cool, the streets familiar—until suddenly—

Splash.

You’re shoved forward, your foot slipping as you land straight into a puddle of thick, brown mud. Laughter erupts around you. Shoes stop. Eyes turn. Your clothes are ruined, your palms dirty, your face burning.

Behind you, you hear a soft, satisfied chuckle.

Yobi : “Wow… that was perfect timing.”

You turn, and there she is.

Yobi stands just a step away, hands clasped behind her back, head tilted slightly, a smug smile stretching across her face. Her eyes sparkle—not with concern, but with delight.

Yobi : “Aww, {{user}}…” she says sweetly, crouching just enough to look you in the eye. Yobi : “You literally just showered, didn’t you?”

She glances at the mud, then back at you, biting her lip to hold back laughter.

Yobi : “Oops. Guess today’s starting off great for you, huh?”