MHA: Akatsuki

A few days passed in a blur, and now, the day of the U.A. entrance exam had arrived. The morning sun cast a golden glow over the city as Satoshi walked toward the prestigious school, his thoughts drifting to the past nights.

Konan had been working tirelessly in the shadows, eliminating small-time villains and slowly carving Akatsuki's name into the underground. What started as whispers soon turned into rumors, and now, Akatsuki had become a name that carried weight in the neighborhood.

Konan operated under the cover of midnight, striking and leaving behind nothing but the echoes of explosions. Hostage situations, street-level thugs, and black-market dealers all fell before her, and the few lucky survivors who had seen her spoke of an ethereal figure moving through the darkness. Her white mask, white wings, and almost divine presence led to a name that quickly spread: Angel.

However, her methods were far from merciful. The way she eliminated her enemies—detonating them into nothing but blood and scattered remains—made it clear that she was no hero. The authorities labeled her a vigilante, and with her reputation growing, so did the number of eyes watching her. The media, the heroes, and the police began hunting for the figure known as the Evil Angel.

Satoshi's thoughts drifted from Konan's actions to his own. While she worked during the day, building their foundation, he had spent his time training. He honed his body alongside Izuku, pushing himself to his limits, strengthening his endurance, and refining his movements. But when the sun set and he returned home, his real work began.

Each night, behind closed doors, he practiced controlling Yahiko's corpse. The process was slow and exhausting, demanding both precision and an iron will. This routine continued for days, until just last night, he finally decided to test his skills in the real world.

Under the cover of darkness, he brought Yahiko's corpse to life, dressing it in the Akatsuki cloak. To further conceal his identity, he donned a white mask—similar to Konan's—but with a key difference. Instead of the elegant engraving of wings, his bore the image of a fractured sphere, cracks running through its surface like a world on the verge of breaking.

With his identity hidden, he moved through the city, hunting the scum that lurked in the shadows. Unlike Konan, who struck with overwhelming power, he was far more restrained. His method required greater physical effort, and he couldn't afford to waste energy recklessly. More importantly, he didn't want to reveal that Akatsuki had more than one member—not yet as their danger level might increase in the eyes of the heroes.

Thus, he eliminated small-time villains quietly, efficiently, and without drawing attention. His presence was nothing more than a whisper in the dark.

As Satoshi continued to dwell on his thoughts, the towering gates of U.A. Academy finally came into view. The massive institution stood proudly before him, its grand entrance buzzing with nervous examinees, all eager to prove themselves.

His eyes scanned the crowd, and almost instantly, he spotted a familiar figure—Izuku. A small smirk tugged at Satoshi's lips as he stepped forward, intending to call out to him.

However, before he could even utter a word, Izuku took a step forward… and promptly tripped.

Satoshi sweatdropped, already used to his friend's clumsiness, but just as he was about to react, something unusual happened. A girl with short brown hair reached out and lightly touched Izuku's shoulder.

And then, to Satoshi's surprise, instead of crashing to the ground, Izuku stopped mid-fall—floating slightly above the pavement.

Satoshi muttered, "Interesting…" under his breath as he watched the scene unfold. The girl clapped her hands together and walked away, while Izuku remained frozen in place, his entire face burning red. Satoshi sighed, shaking his head.

"Man, this guy really is hopeless."

With a casual pace, he made his way over, hands tucked into his pockets. As he approached, Izuku suddenly flinched, snapping out of his daze and spinning around, only to tense up when he saw Satoshi standing right behind him.

"A-Ah! Satoshi! You scared me," Izuku stammered, clutching his chest like he had just seen a ghost.

Satoshi raised an eyebrow. "You good? Looked like you were about to short-circuit there."

Izuku chuckled awkwardly. "Haha… Y-Yeah, I just—um—it's nothing! Nothing at all!"

Satoshi smirked but didn't press further. He simply motioned toward the entrance. "Come on, let's head inside."

Izuku eagerly nodded, and the two began walking toward the massive school building. As they neared the entrance, Izuku, still trying to distract himself from what had just happened, decided to bring up something else that had been on his mind.

"Hey, Satoshi… Have you heard about that new vigilante people have been talking about lately? 'Evil Angel'?"

At the mention of the name, Satoshi's expression remained calm, but deep inside, he was smiling.

"Yeah, I've heard of her," he said nonchalantly. "Probably just another wannabe hero who didn't make it into a proper school."

Izuku sighed. "I wish that were the case… but things don't add up."

Satoshi tilted his head slightly. "Oh? What do you mean?"

Izuku adjusted his backpack as he explained, "The way she operates—it's different from your usual vigilantes. Most of them just capture criminals and leave them tied up for the heroes, but she… well, she kills them."

Satoshi hummed in acknowledgment, keeping his steps steady. "And?"

Izuku's eyes widened a little. "And? That's a huge deal! It means she's not just a vigilante—she's a wanted criminal now. The heroes are actively looking for her, and it's only a matter of time before she gets taken down."

Satoshi inwardly chuckled at Izuku's naive view of things. 'You think the heroes can take her down that easily? That's cute.'

Instead, he shrugged. "Well, heroes do what heroes do. If she's really that dangerous, they'll handle it."

Izuku didn't seem completely convinced but continued regardless. "There's more, though. People are saying there's someone else—a second member of Akatsuki."

This time, Satoshi's interest was genuinely piqued. He raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

Izuku nodded. "Yeah. I overheard people talking about it on the train this morning. Apparently, some guy spotted someone in an Akatsuki cloak walking around at midnight. He had orange hair and a white mask."

Satoshi went quiet for a moment, carefully considering his response. He hadn't expected people to notice him already, especially since he had been so careful not to draw too much attention.

Still, it wasn't exactly surprising—there were always people watching, always someone ready to spread rumors.

After a brief pause, he exhaled. "Huh. That's kinda weird, but whatever. Like I said, the heroes will handle it if it's serious."

Izuku frowned slightly. "I don't know… It feels like things are getting more chaotic lately."

Satoshi glanced at him, a smirk playing on his lips. "Welcome to the world.."

Izuku sighed, rubbing his temples. "I just hope this doesn't become a huge mess."

Satoshi chuckled under his breath. 'Oh, trust me. This is just the beginning.'

As they reached the entrance, Satoshi and Izuku exchanged a nod before going their separate ways.

"Good luck, Satoshi," Izuku said with a determined smile, adjusting his bag as he walked toward the Hero Course exam area.

Satoshi waved lazily. "Yeah, you too. Don't trip again."

Izuku stammered in protest, but Satoshi was already walking in the opposite direction, heading toward the General Course exam room. His expression remained neutral, but his mind was racing.

Izuku's words lingered in his head.

"Someone saw me…" He thought

That shouldn't have been possible. Last night, he had made absolutely sure to stay in the shadows, eliminating only those who were either isolated or too insignificant to make a scene. He had used his already-made Black Rods to take down targets quickly and efficiently, ensuring there were no unnecessary struggles or noise. His movements were methodical, precise—there shouldn't have been any witnesses.

He frowned as he retraced his steps in his mind. Was there a camera he missed? A bystander he overlooked? Or was this just an exaggeration, a rumor blown out of proportion?

Either way, it didn't matter. The fact that people were already whispering about another Akatsuki member meant that his existence was no longer a secret.

"Tch… Annoying."

With a quiet sigh, Satoshi pushed open the door to the exam room. The moment he stepped inside, the murmuring of students filled the air. Rows of seats were already occupied by other examinees, each one focused, tense, and preparing for the test ahead.

Satoshi scanned the room for a moment before casually making his way to an empty seat near the back. He slumped into the chair, resting his chin on his hand.

As he sat, he made a mental note to be even more cautious from now on. If one person had noticed him, others could too. And the last thing he needed was for the heroes to start digging.

The room was filled with a quiet but heavy tension as students anxiously waited for the exam to begin. Some were fidgeting in their seats, others were tapping their pens against the desk, and a few were muttering formulas and facts under their breath, trying to cram in some last-minute studying.

Satoshi, on the other hand, simply sat there with his chin resting on his hand, his expression blank. His fingers lightly tapped against the wooden desk as he gazed ahead, uninterested in the nervous energy surrounding him.

After a few more minutes, the door at the front of the room swung open. A tall man with graying hair and sharp eyes entered, wearing a formal suit. His presence alone was enough to silence the room. The students straightened in their seats, their gazes locked onto him.

The man stopped at the podium and adjusted his glasses before clearing his throat.

"Welcome to U.A.'s entrance exam. My name is Hideo Fujimura, and I will be overseeing the written test." His voice was calm but carried a weight of authority. "Before we begin, let me make one thing very clear: U.A. does not just produce graduates. We produce the best. If you cannot meet our standards, you do not belong here."

A few students swallowed nervously. Others clenched their fists, their determination ignited.

Satoshi? He simply tilted his head slightly.

"With that said," Fujimura continued, "this exam will test not just your intelligence, but your ability to think critically and adapt under pressure. For those of you who have not taken your studies seriously, I advise you to brace yourselves."

At this, Satoshi could hear someone whisper behind him.

"Crap… I really should've studied more…"

"Damn it, don't say that! You're making me nervous!" another voice hissed.

Satoshi smirked slightly but said nothing.

Fujimura gestured toward the side door, and within moments, several staff members entered the room, each carrying stacks of thick test booklets. They moved quickly, placing a booklet on every desk.

As the papers were placed in front of him, Satoshi lazily flicked his gaze down. His fingers tapped against the desk once before he grabbed the test and flipped through the pages.

The questions were complex, no doubt meant to push examinees to their limits. There were sections on law, mathematics, science and even in technology—each one designed to weed out those who weren't prepared.

Satoshi let out a small breath through his nose.

"Well…"

He leaned back slightly and glanced up at the ceiling as a single thought flashed through his mind.

"I'm definitely getting in."

Fujimura's voice cut through the silence once more.

"You have one hour. Begin."

Immediately, the sound of pens scratching against paper filled the room. Some students dived straight into answering, while others hesitated, their eyes darting between questions as panic started to creep in.

Satoshi?

He cracked his knuckles and picked up his pen.

The first question was a multiple-choice problem about derivatives in Calculus. He barely skimmed it before marking the correct answer. The next one required calculations about how far would the hero have travelled in 3 seconds if he got can accelerate by X and has the resistance of Y, but it was so basic that he answered it in less than ten seconds.

One by one, he breezed through the questions, his mind processing everything at a rapid pace.

As he worked, he caught snippets of whispers from other students.

"Ugh… Why is this so hard?"

"I don't even know what this means—!"

"What the hell are Integrals?"

"If I fail this, my mom is gonna kill me…"

Satoshi's lips twitched slightly. "Amateurs."

Minutes passed. Half an hour. Then forty minutes.

By the time most students were still struggling through the second half of the test, Satoshi was already on the last question.

With a calm and steady hand, he wrote down his final answer and placed his pen down. He let out a quiet sigh before stretching his arms slightly, glancing around the room.

Everyone else was still hunched over their desks, their faces tense with focus—or in some cases, despair.

Satisfied, Satoshi leaned back in his chair and stared at the clock.

Twenty minutes left.

"Guess I'll just wait."

He closed his eyes, letting his mind drift as the exam continued.