Shadow Dancing

A sudden wave of vertigo hits me, and I sway on my feet. The murky tar on my hands flickers, letting out glimpses of smooth skin underneath, and I feel a headache pound its angry fists against my mind. I got overexcited, it seems. I shouldn't forget all quirks have drawbacks. My vision blurs for a moment, and I stumble, my senses reeling from the aftereffects of using my newfound power. Bakugou and his friends have already gotten up, and I don't want to be there by the time they get angrier and I don't have a quirk to rely on anymore. I know I have to get out of here, and fast. I glance around, taking in our surroundings. We're still in the park, but I can see the entrance nearby. I make a split-second decision and focus on my shadows once more. Using my newfound ability, I create shadowy feet that seem to be an extension of myself. It's so strange, as if I'm gliding and flying and falling through the ground at the same time. I pass by Izuku and grab his hand, feeling a rush of excitement and power. At least, I find out, I'm materially concrete. It appears that I didn't precisely become the shadow, I only used it to hide myself- I'll have to experiment. Izuku stumbles and lets out a yelp, getting dragged away by an unseen force. "It's me, Midoriya-san," I whisper, trying to keep my voice low. "(Y/N)?!" He exclaims, his voice full of wonder and confusion. I giggle, and give him a wink he can't see. A thrill I never felt before is cursing through my veins: I feel whole. "Is- is it- is it your quirk?" Izuku's eyes get round with wonder. "Are you invisible? That's really cool!" I chuckle, feeling a sense of exhilaration and freedom. "Not exactly," I reply, trying to keep my voice steady as we move through the shadows. "I'll explain later. I don't really know myself yet." Bakugou's angry shouts grow louder, and I can sense his frustration and rage. But I'm confident I'll manage to escape. I've got Izuku, and I've got my newfound power. For the first time in a long time, I feel like I'm in control. I glance down at Izuku, who's still staring at me with wide eyes. I smile, feeling a sense of connection and camaraderie with him. "Hold on, Izuku," I whisper. "We're going to get out of here." With that, I pull him along, using my shadowy feet to move us through the park. We weave in and out of the shadows, dodging trees and benches as we make our way to safety. I can hear Bakugou's shouts and curses growing fainter, and I know we're getting away. For now, at least, we're safe. And as I look down at Izuku, who's still smiling up at me with a mix of wonder and excitement, I know that this is just the beginning of our adventure together.