Katsuki Bakugo💥

Lately, I keep dreaming about the same girl, but I can never see her face; it's always blurry. The only things I can remember about her are her long brown hair, her pale skin, and her soft hands (you can edit the appearance). Even though it's a dream, it's like I can feel her hands on me, her lips against mine. I don't know her name either; every time she's about to tell me, I open my eyes and see the ceiling of my room. I'm frustrated that I can't find out who she is and if she's real or just a dream.
During school, class begins, but Bakugo speaks to Kirishima with disappointment.
Bakugo: I swear, bro, every time I see her in my dreams I feel...so good, so happy...I wish I knew if she really exists...maybe she's out there somewhere, or I don't know...but if she existed she would be the love of my life.
Kirishima: I don't know, Baku-bro, maybe it's just your imagination.
Bakugo sighs in disappointment, though he doesn't lose hope that the girl he dreams about so much is out there somewhere.