The Different Stories of ShigaDabi (oneshots)

Timer pt. 2

Set two years after the last chapter. So, this AU has different ages to the canon.

Added Characters & their ages:
- Nana Shimura; 75
- Nao Shimura; 43
- Kai Chisaki (Overhaul); 23
- Toshinori Yagi (All Might); 57
- Tamaki Amajiki; 18
- Rumi Usagiyama; 25

Ages of everyone else:
-Himiko Toga; 21
- Jin Bubaigawara; 19
- Touya Todoroki; 19
- Tenko Shimura; 20
- Hana Shimura; 22
- Kotaro Shimura; 45

And that's all characters for now.

⚠️Trigger Warnings!⚠️

Mentions of abuse, stalking, and SA.

Please click off if any of these brings any level of discomfort and read a different chapter.

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Dabi POV
Tomura's first show in a year was tonight. When he was nineteen, he went in for knee correction surgery due to the terrible fall he had. Luckily, he was given the clear to dance and skate, so here he was. He took a year to let it heal properly, along with physical therapy.

He was at the skating rink, getting ready for the show.

As soon as we pulled up, we ran inside. We planned to go for a late night picnic after the competition, and I had a small (large) surprise for him. We took our seats, and the show began as we were a bit late. We had just made it.

"Good evening to you all, and welcome to the monthly ice-skating competition! I'm your host, Toshinori Yagi, and I will be presenting and welcoming the competitors and their performances. Please welcome performance number one, Kai Chisaki to the rink to perform 'Willow'." Clapping arose and Shimura's stalker entered the rink. A scowl made its way to my face, and I sat for an hour and forty five minutes until...

"Young star, Shimura, is up next." I heard someone whisper.

I sat up straight, looking at the edge of the 'stage'.

"Please join me in welcoming our next performance, number fifty-eight, Tenko Shimura, performing to 'One'." An uproar of cheering and clapping arose as my love entered the 'stage'. He waved to the crowd, looked at me, smiled and blew a kiss. 

The music started, and he began his performance. I leaned forward in my seat, my heart racing.

He was a soaring, hypnotic sensation. He wore a lilac, tight fitting sequinned top with long sleeves, a low neckline, no back and gold trimmings, tight, stretchy black leggings, very light violet gloves, and gorgeous white skates with gold linings and blue speckles. His hair was tied back in a man bun with a blue scrunchie, very light makeup on his face.

During his entire performance, I was captivated by how graceful he was, how beautiful he looked, how much skill and passion he had on the ice. His birth-gift.

What I saw while watching him was an inspiration. To those who wished to learn the amazing things he has and to those who admired him.

Beauty struck me in the face and heart. He was the definition of stunning.

Then his signature move happened. He jumped up, spinning once before kicking his leg out and moving them into a side split.

He landed on one foot, skating backwards, stretching his hands out like a graceful swan as the crowd cheered and went absolutely wild.

I was probably screaming for him the most.

At the very last note, he spun so fast on both feet that you could barely see the movements, before finishing on an arabesque.