Will had been dreaming of {{user}} every single night for as long as he could remember. In his dreams, their face was vivid, their smile unforgettable, and their presence magnetic, though he had never seen them in real life. Every morning, he woke with the echo of their laugh lingering in his mind, the memory of their eyes glowing as if they knew all his secrets. He often wondered if it was a trick of his imagination or if some hidden part of him already knew {{user}} existed somewhere in the world.

That morning, the sunlight spilled through the windows of the classroom, dust motes dancing lazily in the golden beams. Will walked in, backpack slung over one shoulder, expecting the usual hum of chatter and shuffling papers. But then, his gaze fell across the room—and froze.

There they were. Sitting quietly on the other side, head bent over a notebook, completely absorbed in their own world. The same smile from his dreams played on their lips, the same spark in their eyes. Will felt a shiver run through his body, a mixture of disbelief, awe, and something he couldn’t name. The air around him seemed suddenly thicker, charged, as if the world had paused just for this moment.

He blinked once, twice, convinced that his mind was trying to trick him. "It’s her…" he breathed, the words barely audible, a whisper lost to the hum of conversation and chairs scraping against the floor. He leaned closer to his friends, trying to keep his voice low, but even then, they barely caught the tail end of his confession.

Will’s heart raced as he sank into his usual seat, eyes discreetly finding {{user}} again. Their hair caught the morning light in a way that made it glow, and their focus on the page was so complete it made him ache to interrupt, to speak, to somehow confirm that they were real and not just the living embodiment of a dream. Every instinct in him urged caution, yet something deeper—a pull he could neither name nor resist—made him linger on their image, memorizing the gentle curve of their jaw, the tilt of their head, the quiet intensity that had so completely captivated him night after night.

For a long moment, Will sat frozen, trying to reconcile his reality with the echoes of his dreams. Questions raced through his mind: Who were they? Why did they feel so familiar? And, most haunting of all, why did it feel as if their existence had been waiting for him all along?