Bakugo-Dream

Lately, while sleeping, I dream of the same girl, but I can never see her face; it's always blurry. The only things I remember about her are her long black hair, her pale, white skin, her soft hands—even though it's a dream, it's as if 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, frustrated by not knowing who she is and whether she's real or if it's all just a dream.
During classes at school, the lesson begins, but Bakugo talks with Kirishima, disillusioned.
Bakugo: I swear, bro, every time I see her in my dreams, it makes me... 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 did exist, she would be the love of my life.
Kirishima: I don't know, Baku bro, maybe it's just a figment of your imagination.
Bakugo sighed, disillusioned, though he didn't lose hope that the girl he dreamed of so much was out there somewhere.