Reincarnated as Ghostface in My Hero Academia

The darkness was my sanctuary, my realm. It was in the quiet moments, when the world had gone still, that I could move freely, a shadow among shadows. And tonight, as I slipped through the empty halls of the UA dormitory, I knew my time had come. The first ripples had been set in motion, but now, it was time for the storm.

The tension between Kirishima and Sero had grown exponentially in the last few hours, the silence between them more oppressive than the loudest argument. Bakugo and Midoriya were locked in their perpetual cycle of rivalry, but I could sense it too—their constant battles were slowly wearing them down, turning their once vibrant energy into something darker, more volatile. This was what I had wanted: to sow discord, to make them question themselves, their friends, their purpose.

But I couldn't stop here. This wasn't enough. They were all still too *whole*, too certain of their roles. I needed to push them further. I needed to show them the cracks, to make them realize just how fragile they were.

My power wasn't in strength or ability—it was in my invisibility, my ability to manipulate, to lead them to a place where they couldn't tell if the danger was real or just in their minds. They were all under my watch now, each one unknowingly playing into my hand.

I moved quietly through the corridors of the dorm, the familiar sounds of snoring from my classmates faintly echoing from behind closed doors. But I wasn't interested in the dorms. No, tonight, I was going to push them further, make them feel something they couldn't escape. Fear.

I reached the common room where most of the students gathered after dinner. It was usually a lively space, full of chatter and laughter, the warmth of shared camaraderie. Tonight, however, there was something different in the air. The tension between Kirishima and Sero was palpable, a thick cloud hanging over the room.

I lingered in the shadows, watching them interact, waiting for the right moment. They were both pretending everything was fine, forcing smiles, but their eyes told the truth. Kirishima's usual warmth had turned to icy restraint, while Sero's laid-back demeanor was a thin cover for the frustration bubbling beneath. They were two friends drifting apart, and I was the one pulling them away from each other, one silent push at a time.

Then, the moment arrived.

Kirishima made a comment about Sero's "lack of seriousness" in their earlier training exercise, a seemingly harmless jab, but I could see the way Sero's eyes flashed with hurt before he forced himself to laugh it off. That was when I intervened.

A soft whisper, barely a breath, passed through the air—no one else would have heard it, but I did. It was a subtle manipulation of sound waves, designed to subtly distort Kirishima's words in Sero's ear. It made the insult sharper, the tone colder. For a split second, Sero's face twisted in confusion and hurt, the words "lack of seriousness" ringing in his mind as if they were a direct attack.

"Stop trying to act like you're the only one working hard, Kirishima!" Sero snapped, his voice louder than necessary.

The room fell silent, and Kirishima's face flushed with anger, but he quickly masked it with a forced laugh. "What the hell are you talking about?"

It didn't matter that no one else heard the manipulation. The damage had been done. The seed of doubt was planted, and all it took was a little tug from me to make it grow.

I watched from the shadows as their argument escalated, their voices rising in anger. The others—Bakugo, Todoroki, Midoriya—moved into the scene, their curiosity piqued, but they didn't understand. They didn't see what I saw: the breaking point in Kirishima and Sero's friendship, the wedge that was driving them apart.

And in that moment, I felt a thrill run through me. I was the one pulling the strings, the one watching them unravel, piece by piece.

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Later that night, after the storm had passed and my classmates were retreating to their rooms, I couldn't help but smile beneath my mask. The chaos I had orchestrated was small, almost imperceptible to the outside world, but to me, it was everything. The tension was palpable. The cracks were getting wider. Soon, they wouldn't be able to ignore them.

I knew the others were starting to feel it too. Bakugo's volatile nature was becoming harder to control, and Midoriya's obsession with his own inadequacies was eating away at him, slowly making him question his worth. The once-solid bonds between the class members were starting to show their weak spots, the small moments of conflict becoming larger fissures.

Tomorrow, I would push them even further. I would make them confront their doubts, their fears. But for now, I allowed myself a moment of satisfaction. This was only the beginning.

The shadows were where I thrived.

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The next day, the atmosphere in Class 1-A's training ground felt different. There was a tension in the air, a subtle unease that no one could put their finger on. The argument between Kirishima and Sero hadn't fully blown over, and it was clear to anyone with a keen eye that things were far from normal.

Midoriya and Bakugo, as usual, were at odds, but even Todoroki seemed distracted, his usual focus slipping as he looked around at his classmates, noticing the cracks.

It was perfect.

It was time for the next stage of my game.

I moved through the training ground, my footsteps as light as air, my mask hidden beneath the hood of my jacket. No one noticed me, not yet. But I was there. I always would be.

I would make them fear the things they couldn't see, make them question everything they thought they knew. And in the end, I would remain, a whisper in the dark, the true threat they never saw coming.

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**End of Chapter 6.**

**Next Chapter: The Game Deepens**