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As the days passed, I continued my twisted game, testing my classmates, pushing them to their limits without revealing my true intentions. The chaos I sowed remained hidden, but in the shadows, I was always watching.
And slowly, I started to feel it—the thing that had drawn me to this world in the first place. The idea of power.
I didn't care about becoming a hero. I didn't care about saving the world or fighting for justice. But this world was a place where I could rise above all, where I could be a ghost in the system, an unseen threat that even the heroes would fear.
I wasn't a hero, and I wasn't a villain. I was something else entirely.
I was the shadows.
The days passed by in a blur of lessons, training, and distractions. But in the back of my mind, the game continued, always evolving. Class 1-A was an unpredictable bunch, each of them driven by their own goals, their own desires. But they were so fragile, so easy to break. I saw it in their eyes—the doubt, the fear, the hunger for approval. They were all so desperate for validation, so hungry to prove themselves.
It made them perfect pawns.
It had been easy to stir the pot. A misplaced comment here, a carefully timed intervention there. I wasn't trying to destroy them, not yet. I just wanted to see them unravel, bit by bit. The more they doubted themselves, the more vulnerable they became. And I was the one pulling the strings, always just out of reach, always hidden behind a mask.
Take Midoriya, for example. His quirk had great potential, yes, but he was still so raw, so uncertain. His sense of justice was overwhelming, but it was his greatest weakness. The more I fed that weakness, the more desperate he became. I could see it in his eyes, the moment he started to doubt his own strength, his own worth. A few well-placed words to Bakugo, a little push in the right direction, and Midoriya would be spiraling. It wasn't about physically breaking him—it was about breaking his will.
Then there was Todoroki. The cold, distant heir to the Todoroki legacy. His powers were incredible, no doubt, but his mind was torn in two—torn between the icy expectations of his father and the burning desire to find his own path. That conflict, that weakness, was ripe for exploitation. A small push, a quiet suggestion, and I could make him question everything he stood for.
And of course, there was All Might. The Symbol of Peace. The man who was everything the world thought a hero should be. But I could see through the facade. I could see the cracks beneath the surface. The weight of his injuries, the fragility of his strength—it all pointed to one thing. He wasn't invincible. And the more I pulled on those cracks, the more I watched his world shift, the more I could see the cracks in his resolve. All it would take was the right moment, the right provocation, and even he could fall.
They didn't know it yet, but their greatest threat wasn't some powerful villain or terrifying monster. It was me.
I was the one who was always in the shadows, always watching, always pulling the strings.
It was in the middle of one of the less significant training exercises that I felt it—the shift. The subtle change in the air. Something was off.
The students of Class 1-A were gathered in the gym, each training their quirks under the watchful eye of their instructors. It was supposed to be just another day, another session of pushing their limits. But I could feel the tension, the unease that was beginning to build in the air. Something was about to happen.
I hadn't planned for it, but I couldn't ignore the opportunity. An idea began to form in the back of my mind, a new way to push them even further.
I wasn't ready to reveal myself just yet. But that didn't mean I couldn't play a little. I took my place in the background, hidden in plain sight, a shadow among the students. As they sparred, as they fought to prove themselves, I watched, waiting for the right moment to strike.
The game had only just begun. And now, they were all playing my game.