Fantasy or The Future
Sleeping on the back of a horse was far mor comfortable than Izuku expected. Though, he mused, it might be because he had his arms looped lazily around the waist of a hot prince. And was using said prince's back as a pillow.
It hadn't taken long before he fell into unconsciousness, and a dream slowly started to form.
Izuku was in what looked to be a ballroom. Only, there was no color. The world was painted in shades of grey. Then, bursts of color began to show.
His attention turned first to 2 of the colored, almost vapor like shapes. One was a pale reddish pink, a tint of violent magenta around the edge. The other was a leaf green, the same tiny outline if vibrant pink. Unlike the other, which had what could only be bubbles of lighter pink and floated through it, this one reminded Izuku of a calm still pond. The flashes of other colors, 'emotions' his mind supplied, like ripples on the water caused by fish beneath the surface.
The shapes of the people themselves were hazy. Blurry and unfocused, preventing Izuku from making iut their defining features. But, both figures were slow dancing, and appeared to be female. One with shorter shoulder length hair and the other a bow, or the hair itself, at the small of her back.
A flash of gold caught his eye next, and he turned his attention to 2 more people. The gold one, crackles of white like lightning branching across it, seemed to be trying to convince the dull lavender one, which seemed more hazy and mist like, to do something. The purple had a tinge of pink, slightly less intense then the green and pink people, which Izuku's brain associated with romantic affection. As well as an edge of violet fondness.
There was another set of 2 with the same pink lining seated in chairs. Both were more intensely colored. A vibrant red with lines like cracks and dents, similar to a slab of marble, and another that was a marbled red orange and yellow, radiating outwards like an explosion. The steely grey of stubbornness laced both of their auras, but Red whispered into the others ear and a furious hot pink flared up, most likely indicating a blush.
The others, there were a lot of them, were doing more normal things. One, a shimmering grey like steel, was chugging a bowl of punch. Another, a darker shade of purple than Lavender, was manning the music. And three, one a pale blue, one almost pitch black, and one a very light pink were putting up a- pinata? Yes. A pinata was being strung from the rafters.
Izuku watched them in amusement, only, it didn't last long as his and everyone else's attention was drawn to a new figure entering the room.
His aura --No, Soul Signature-- was beautiful. A swirl of colors. Bursts of silvery blues and whites mingling with orange and red. Like frost blooming across dancing flames. It was so bright.
The second Izuku made eye contact with the person, a million different colors of confidence, admiration, respect, joy, and an underlying orange of anxiety all joined the mottling of blue and red. But, they were soon drowned by the pink of love. Only, it wasn't the faint magenta of the other couples. It was bright as the rest of his soul. And only seemed to grow in intensity the closer he got.
He was tall, so it didn't take long till he was standing nose to nose with Izuku.
He leaned in
And Izuku closed his eyes, coming forward to meet him.