Monoma wasn't sure what started it, he was not one to dream of strangers. Of people he may never meet, nor that may not exist at all. But he did, and it was frequent.

The contents of the dreams were a blur after he awoke. Grasping at loose threads of the tale that his mind weaved, trying to put together the memories that faded as the day went on. At some point, he just stopped trying to remember everything, and focused on the small things he could recall. Carried it with him until the next night, then the next.

One of the biggest things he could recall was your face.

Well, no, it couldn't have been your face, he hardly knows you. I mean, he's just met you, and is seeing you for the first time ever, yet he can't stop thinking your face is familiar. Perhaps... yes, perhaps you just have one of those faces. Perhaps you get asked that often, if you've met someone before because you just have one of those faces.

Totally.

Dreaming about you all this time is preposterous. You just met.

Right?

Right.

So why is it bothering him so much?