Meeting Dream Headcanon (one shot)

No one is going to believe me

The sidewalk is grimy, and you're trying to avoid gum and trash walking down the street. You bump into someone on the otherwise empty sidewalk, slightly frazzled.

"Gosh sorry," you're shaking your head trying to clear your fuzzy brain, "I'm just a little stressed today, I should've watched where I was going."

"It's all good," The man chuckles a little and smiles, having pulled down the black mask he was wearing. There had been a white face or something on it, a simple emoticon looking one; though you're unsure why you noticed at all.

The chuckle sounds familiar, with a slight rasp behind it. You could tell he laughed a lot. The smile behind it is kind and animated, despite his relaxed posture. It's almost like he was used to running into people like this.

You finally manage to start a [solid] train of thought, and your eyes travel up to meet his. Something dawns on you and a soft smile trickles onto your lips.

"Huh.. odd question but how tall are you?"

  He averts his eyes, biting his lip through the smile still resting on his face. Looking back at you he says,
"6'3." There's a slight beat of quiet before he continues, "Now may I ask why you needed that information?"

"Nothing, just- you remind me of someone I really look up to."

He crosses his arms and stares at you for a moment, you with your eyes on his shoes.

"You ever think about getting new shoes?"

"Well now I might just have to. I can't believe you'd call me out like that." He says it light-heartedly, scuffing the toe of his old Nike's on the ground.

You grin, trying not to laugh through your words, "I'd ask for a picture but that ruins your whole anonymous motif, doesn't it?" You gaze down and mumble, "No one is ever going to believe me," You meet eyes with the man, "are they?" A smirk plays across your face and you shake your head good-naturedly. He opens his arms a little, inviting you for a hug.

"C'mon, It's the least I can do." You giggle at him and accept the hug, your senses filling with the ocean scent of his hoodie. Even on your toes, he towers over you, your head buried into the thick fabric over his chest. He lets go and steps back, waving your phone slightly in front of me.

"How? WHAT?!" You stumble over your words, taken aback. He's doubled over, wheezing, and you make a grab for your phone.

"No no stop," he chokes the words out between bouts of wheezing, "you should've seen your face!" The man stands up, gaining his composure and tugs you in by your arm.

"C'mon!" He has the phone in front of you both, half laughing and half smiling. The camera is on, and you see your blushing face in frame next to the handsome green-eyed man. His hair is falling over his eyes and a contagious bout of laughter lights up his face.

The picture snaps, and he holds the phone just out of your reach.

"Promise to never show another soul this?" There's a teasing tone in his voice, with an underlying seriousness. You understand how much it means to him, and hardly believe that this is all happening. You take the phone, swearing,
"On Friend, I will never let this get out. It'll be our secret."

"On Friend, huh? You must be pretty serious then." With that he slips the black mask- which you can now see Dream's infamous logo printed onto- and continues down the street with a confident stride. You watch him go, still slightly dazed, and mentally freak out about the encounter.

You just met Dream. And though you have the picture, you'd never even try to prove it.