Reincarnated as Ghostface in My Hero Academia

The air was thick with the remnants of battle—the kind that couldn't be seen or touched. No explosions, no physical destruction. But the damage was undeniable. The silence that had fallen over Class 1-A was suffocating, the weight of their doubts and fears pressing down on them like an invisible storm.

Midoriya, Todoroki, and Bakugo lay broken before me, their bodies trembling with the weight of their own brokenness. But the real devastation wasn't in their actions—it was in the way they had been utterly *disarmed* by their own minds. I had watched as their certainty had shattered, as their sense of self had crumbled under the weight of every whispered word, every carefully placed seed of doubt.

And as they lay there, defeated, I knew the true reckoning had only just begun.

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The other students, who had been watching in the shadows, slowly began to stir. I could see their hesitation in the way they moved, their reluctance to approach, to confront the reality of what was unfolding. The silence between them was deafening. Each one was frozen in place, unsure if they should move, speak, or even breathe.

They had always looked up to their leaders—Midoriya, Bakugo, Todoroki—their pillars of strength, their shining examples of what it meant to be a hero. But now, those pillars were cracked, shattered by the very forces that had driven them to this point.

I let the silence stretch, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. They didn't know who to turn to anymore. Their unity had always been their greatest strength, but that strength had been undone. The foundation of their bonds had been eroded, and now, the cracks were everywhere. What had once been a team was now a collection of broken individuals, each lost in their own doubt, their own fear.

"Look at them," I whispered softly, my voice carrying just enough for them to hear. "Your leaders. Your idols. They're just like you. Weak. Afraid. Do you really want to follow them now? Do you still believe in them?"

I could feel the shift in the air as the students began to stir, their eyes flicking nervously from one another, uncertainty swirling between them like a vortex. The words were taking hold. The seeds of doubt were spreading through the rest of the class now, a quiet poison that was slowly choking the bonds they had once shared.

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Kirishima was the first to speak, though his voice was small, barely a whisper. "What… what's happening to them?" His eyes flicked to Midoriya, his friend and leader, still on the ground, his body trembling as tears stained his face. "Is this… is this real?"

The words hung in the air like a threat. Was this real? Were they truly facing something they couldn't fight? Something more insidious than the villains they had trained for? Kirishima's words broke the dam, and others began to speak, their voices tinged with fear and confusion.

"Are we supposed to just stand here?" Sero asked, his voice a little louder but no less uncertain. "They're… they're not themselves. What do we do?"

The class had always thrived on their unity, their shared trust in one another. But that trust had been shattered. Every word I had spoken, every moment of doubt I had nurtured, had left its mark. Now, the class was falling apart, and there was no one left to hold them together.

"Do you see now?" I asked, my voice rising with the tension. "They're not the heroes you thought they were. They're just children, like the rest of you. But you're not children anymore, are you? You've seen the truth. There's no more pretending."

I could see it in their eyes—the hesitation, the fear, the uncertainty. They were no longer looking to their leaders for guidance; they were searching for answers from within themselves. And it was clear to me now: they were fractured beyond repair.

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Todoroki, who had been frozen in place, finally made a move. His body was stiff, his hands shaking as he slowly rose to his feet, his eyes still wide with uncertainty. His expression was empty, his mind a battlefield between the legacy of his father's expectations and the fire of his own desires. The tension in his body was palpable, but it was clear he was no longer sure which side he was on.

"You… you're wrong," Todoroki's voice was barely a whisper, but the conviction was fading fast. "I—"

But I was already there, my words cutting through his fragile defenses like a blade. "You're nothing but a tool, Todoroki. Your fire is nothing more than a rebellion against your father's will. And your ice… it's just a part of the cage you've been trapped in. You don't know who you are. You don't know what you want."

His breath hitched, the flame flickering in his hand, weak and uncertain. His eyes darted between the others, his quirk slipping between ice and fire, unable to settle on either side.

"Your legacy is nothing but a cage, Todoroki. Break free, or remain a prisoner of it."

Todoroki's jaw clenched, his hands curling into fists. But there was no fire in his gaze anymore. Just a hollow emptiness. A broken will.

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I turned to Bakugo next, watching as the last embers of his pride began to flicker and die. He was standing now, his body tense, his hands still crackling with the remnants of his quirk. But the fury in his eyes was gone. Replaced by something far darker. Desperation.

"You think you're the only one with something to prove?" I asked softly, stepping closer to him, the air between us thick with tension. "You think your explosions will save you? You think your rage will protect you from the truth? You're not a hero, Bakugo. You're a broken child trying to live up to a false image."

Bakugo's fists trembled, the sparks of his quirk fizzling out as he collapsed to his knees, the weight of his failures pressing down on him.

"Shut up," he muttered, his voice cracking. "I'm not weak. I'm not like them. I won't fall. I won't…"

But the doubt was there, lurking just beneath the surface, eating away at him from the inside. It was too late. He had already fallen.

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And then there was Midoriya. The one who had always carried the hopes of his class, the one who had once believed so fiercely in the idea of being a hero. But now, he lay in a heap on the ground, broken. His quirk, the very essence of his being, had betrayed him. The power that had once allowed him to stand above all others now felt like a weight too great to bear.

"You *failed* them, Midoriya," I whispered, kneeling beside him, my voice low and cold. "You couldn't save your friends. You couldn't even save yourself."

His eyes fluttered, but he didn't answer. The last remnants of his will had been shattered, broken by the very words I had planted in his mind. He had nothing left. Not even the desire to fight.

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The class was falling apart, and I was the one who had made it happen. I had torn apart their bonds, their unity, their trust. I had replaced their hope with doubt, their strength with fear. And now, I could see it clearly—their future was as shattered as their spirits.

And yet, they didn't know the worst of it yet.

They didn't know what was coming next.

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**End of Chapter 11.**

**Next Chapter: A New Order**