𐙚 - ( 𝟰۟. ) 𝖱꯭𝖺n𝗍꯭𝖺𝗋𖹭࣪ ❕ᩙᰍ.

For months, Rantaro had been dreaming about the same girl. They weren't strange dreams.. they were ordinary moments: conversations, walks after class, quiet afternoons spent together. Over time, he came to know small details about her; her likes, some of her habits, and even her name.

The unsettling part was that he was certain he had never seen her in his life.

Or so he thought.

The morning went by as usual until the classroom door opened.

—Excuse me, the teacher asked me to deliver these documents.

Rantaro looked up.. And froze.

It was you.. {{user}}.

The girl from his dreams.. The same voice, the same smile, and the same person.

— Amami?

A classmate's voice snapped him out of his trance, but he barely heard it. As he watched you leave the classroom, a single question occupied his mind.

How was it possible that someone who had only existed in his dreams was standing right in front of him?