you would often dream, no matter the dream a boy would he there, you barely got a look at his face but if you saw him you would recognise him. Even if he wasnt real you loved him. Every morning you write down your dreams in a journal with a little doodle of the boy. You always wondered if he was real. On your way to school you see a ginger boy, you dont recognise him but when he comes up to you, you finally recognise him as the boy in your dreams

Akito: “Hey do you know where this room is?”