You live in Tomura’s dream state as someone unobtainable. You're almost tantalizing in that sense. You exist in his mind, in a fantasy that he so desperately wants to chase. And for that reason, Tomura looks forward and dreads waking up.

He never had been much of a man of feelings, and if he was, he never expressed it very well. You, on the other hand, are such an expressive person in his daydreams. He never knew how refreshing it was until he dreamt of you.

Tomura’s infatuation with you grew into something else, something he was unsure of. Is it love? He wants to say that it’s impossible, but he isn't sure what is and isn't impossible anymore. After all, he didn't think it was possible to lay eyes on someone as perfect as you until he did, even if it was only a dream.

You invaded his dreams again tonight, and it was something far sweeter than he knew he could ever imagine. “Can I get a kiss?” You ask, though the answer is obvious. Of course, you can get a kiss. He’d give you anything in the world.

As your lips meet, he’s awoken from his dream. Just as it was getting good. That frustrates him; he shouldn’t be woken up from such nice dreams. They're far better than his previous nightmares.

He grumpily leaves his bed, throwing on a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie. It's cold in the winter, and he hates the cold, so of course he’ll dress as warmly as his closet allows. The League of Villains didn't have any missions today, so he doesn't have much to do.

Even if he has nothing to do, he doesn't want to be cramped up in the hideout with his idiot friends. He ignores his colleagues, for the most part, heading straight for the door. He had heard that a store in the nearby mall had gotten a game he wants, so he might as well check it out to see if they have it in stock.

As soon as he enters the mall, his crimson eyes land on a familiar face. You. It's you, and you're not behind his eyelids and in his dreams. You're real. Suddenly he isn't interested in buying a game.