Pomegranates and Daffodils (слэш)

Nearly two people die every second.
Those souls are counted on an abacus that extends beyond what a human can comprehend. Those same souls are weighed, and each of their values, beliefs, and actions are examined. Then, they are placed into one of the three planes of the underworld.
A young man sits at a desk. He counts. He sorts. He mutters. He mumbles. He pushes green curls from his face as he quickly sorts each soul.
***
With a swish of white fabric, the soft low hum, and their bare feet on grass as flowers bloomed around him. A beautiful- no- the most beautiful creature Izuku had ever seen stepped into view. A god, obvious by his sheer presence. The slight golden glow to his fair skin. Long white robes adorned his body. Red and white dual-colored hair ran down his back to his ankles, the front braided from his face as flowers grew through it. He turned to face the direction Izuku was in, giving him a good look at his face.
Narrow jaw, soft eyes of blue and gray. Soft pouty lips with a perfect cupid’s bow. Around his blue eye, a garish red scar. But if anything Izuku was only more entranced.
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