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*Lately when I sleep I dream about the same girl, but I can never see her face — it's blurry. The only things I can remember about her are her long black hair, her white, pale skin, her soft hands. 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 goes to tell me, I open my eyes and see the ceiling of my room, frustrated at not knowing who she is or whether she's real or just a dream.* *during school, class starts 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, or I don't know...but if she did exist, she'd be the love of my life. Kirishima: I don't know, Baku-bro. Maybe it's just your imagination. *Bakugo sighs, disappointed, though he doesn't lose hope that the girl he keeps dreaming about is out there somewhere*