King of Middle School

It has been a week since Aratas transfer to Aldera Junior High and a lot happened since then. First the fight with Katsuki, then the second duel where he collapsed because he was sick. And now him staying the rest of the school week in hospital, because he has a weak constitution and overdid it with his activity at school.

It was a busy week, especially with the discussions about who the new school king is now at Aldera. Many people say that is was still Katsuki simply because Arata had a weak constitution and so he would have many days where he would be weak.

But of course, Katsuki denied all of that. He insisted that you can only be number one if you are above everyone in power. Just because Arata had a lot of weak days didn't mean that he wasn't on top. What would be the point in being the school king if you aren't the strongest! That was what he insisted the whole week about.

But luckily for Izuku, it was surprisingly a calm week for him. Katsuki insisted on training intensely so he could beat Arata, meaning that he would leave Izuku in peace as long as he is training. And nobody had really interest in bullying Izuku like that. It wasn't really entertaining if he didn't get blasted away dozens of meters after all. Or that is what he has heard.

It was even a week where he didn't have to lie to his mother! This was definitely a win for him and had finally a bit time to recover.

Sadly, the week was over and Arata came back to school. The bullying would probably continue now if Arata loses. He hoped that wouldn't be the case.

It was Monday and school started again, with Aratas return of course. And as predicted Katsuki challenged him once again. Loud and imposing he stood there, declaring that he is number one of Aldera.

Arata just put his hands on his ears, looking like he was in pain from the loud noises. It seemed like he didn't recover fully yet.

"Could you please be a little less noisy? I get it you want to fight me, so cut the chase and start. I don't care whether I win or lose. I just want this to be over. I just want to have my peace!"

Hearing this Katsuki snapped a bit internally. That guy wasn't taking him seriously! In this moment he chose to use his strongest attack to end it immediately. If he was underestimating him so be it.

"Oh, you want it to be over fast? I think I can give you that."

He positioned himself for his trump card. He took off into the air and started to spin releasing his explosions in a cone shaped form. And explosion tornado if you want to call it that. Right before impact he stopped spinning and wanted to release the explosion right into Aratas face.

Said person only thought 'Yeah, I ain't dealing with a rocket impact into my face'. So, he planned to dodge, but after some thought he refrained from that, he didn't want that the schoolgrounds get destroyed, so Arata decided to meet that human rocket face on.

He jumped up and kicked Katsuki in the stomach with that momentum, hoping that he would push him further into the air. That happened, but the explosion in Katsukis hand still set off and created a massive explosion cloud in the air for everyone to watch.

Everyone was impressed by the firework they saw in the air, everyone but one person. Izuku was concerned, concerned about the person that was hit by that attack. Someone could die if hit by that attack, but everyone just acted like nothing dangerous happened just now.

But Izuku couldn't do anything. He was just a quirkless, weak kid, what could he do in this moment to help the strong Arata that had the guts to face Katsukis trump card head on? Right, absolutely nothing.

So, he instead chose to pray for Arata, pray that he didn't just die now. This was for the sake of everyone involved. If Arata died now Katsuki would be in deep trouble and even though he was his bully, he still was once upon a time his childhood friend. He didn't want that he and his mother would get into deep trouble because of something like this.

After a while two objects fell out of the dust cloud. Everyone anticipated which object was who, after all this could determine the winner too, right?

The first one to land was Katsuki, who seemed to do all right. The only visible problem with him was that he was a bit covered in dust and had a few scratches here and there, but else he seemed to do all right.

The crowd cheered about his emergence and that he probably won just now, they even started to chant his name, until he once again interrupted everyone.

"Stand up! I know this wouldn't be enough to finish you off! Now stop hiding and face me like a real man!"

"OH! IF THAT'S WHAT YOU WANT!"

Everyone flinched back at the sound of his voice. It seemed a bit scary with all the anger it contained. Everyone looked a bit unnerved in the direction where the voice came from. The position was still covered in a dust cloud, but after a while it dissipated.

It revealed an Arata standing in a crouching position, his two arms covering his head. Some of the students had to vomit at the gruesome sight. Right at the center where Katsukis attack hit was some of Aratas muscle tissues revealed, the students that weren't accustomed with gore had to vomit, while the ones that were used to it looked at that spot with discomfort.

Seeing something like this in real life was different after all in comparison to seeing it digitally.

"BUT AS YOU CAN SEE! My ARMS are out of commission, so I clearly lost, or was this supposed to be a fight until someone loses consciousness? Because if it's that, then I am clearly not out of battle just yet!"

Katsuki was silent for a moment before he sorted out the information in his brain again. He still couldn't fathom why Arata would jump into his attack if he knew the strength of it, he even saw the intent to dodge his attack in Aratas eyes for a moment, but he instead faced it head on!

"Why would you choose to face my attack on if you decided to dodge it in the first place! I mean based on the injury it couldn't be that strong, right?!"

Hearing this Arata started to laugh, he laughed as if he just heard someone say something very stupid, but still very funny.

"Not that strong? Do you even know how strong this attack of yours is? It has the potential strength of damn missile! Imagine that hitting the school grounds! What you see on my arms is only a little fraction of your attack, the little energy left I didn't manage to let dissipate into something less violent! Look at the big wound it left on me despite being weakened! Now imagine this but 100 times stronger hitting the ground! You know what you just did?"

Arata walked towards Katsuki and lifted him up by the collar with his messed-up arms. In this moment Arata seemed very imposing.

"You just endangered everyone present here! Not only did you recklessly use your quirks strongest attack on me, but also endangered the lives of everyone that is present here! Some of us could have died if I didn't choose to jump into your damn attack! Someone like you wants to be a hero? If I don't laugh. Imagine yourself in the future, fighting a strong monster, 'accidently' killing innocent bystanders because they were in the way. Who are you Endeavor? You dare call yourself a hero?"

Arata throwed Katsuki to the ground before going away again. He waved back at everyone.

"I'll decide to have some mercy on you. But don't expect the same reaction from my mother."

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Fumio heard about the incident at school and immediately drove there. Nobody would get away spot free after hurting her child. Why do all these bad people approach Akane? Fumio hoped that it would get calmer for her and her daughter of the children with the same age as Akane grew up.

But of course, it wasn't that easy. With age come more complicated problems, people don't show their malice that openly anymore and would use more underhanded tactics to ruin their target. With age came the wisdom of knowledge and whether that knowledge was used for the sake of others or for them was always their decision to make.

Fumio was currently rapid tapping the steering wheel of her car. She wanted to know the state Akanes body was in. She just came out of hospital just yesterday, and now she would have to go there again?

She was getting sick of the hospital! Why did her daughter have that impulse to jump into harm's way to protect others? Where the hell did that come from? Definitely not from her and the years before she was her daughter definitely not too!

She looked into the cases of that orphanage. She was disgusted. The orphanage was involved with some nasty things like child trafficking and some similarly messed up stuff. She wondered it Akane was lucky with her treatment but shook her head again. Nothing at that place could be considered lucky in any shape or form.

At least she was happy that she shut that place down and knowing that the children were all now at better orphanages. Hopefully.

She arrived at school and ran into the director's office. In that room she saw her 'son' treating 'his' wounds, even closing them with some threat. Once again, she was impressed by him. The stitched seemed very clean and it seemed like they were made by a professional. So at least it wasn't a serious enough wound for Arata to consider to go to a hospital.

That was a beginning. She guessed. But that didn't mean anything. Arata considered way too many things not hospital worthy and that made her worry. Well in the end he was always right, but still! He could at least consult some professionals!

She sat down to listen to the story that happened. But the first words already made her smile. He misused his quirks and challenged her son to an unsupervised battle. Excellent, the problem involved a quirk. Her area of expertise, the case could already be considered a win for her.

Now all was needed was the entitled parent that thinks they are in the right and the carnage could start. But that never happened.

"Please forgive me and my son! You must understand that he is a bit hot-tempered like me! He just wanted to prove himself and that's why he picked a fight with your son! You should know how it's like with kids being in their youth! Though I understand that what my son did was too much and inappropriate! I hope that you can find in your heart to forgive us!"

She bowed down in a 90-degree angle and pushed her son along with her into a bow. Needless to say, he was a bit uncomfortable.

"Mom, why are we bowing down?"

"Stay your stupid brat! Are you even slightly aware of the mess you created? You should hope that this incident blows over with this! Just know that this can seriously escalate and we end in poverty understand!"

Fumio was surprised. When did she see this the last time? A reasonable parent that could use their brain a bit. It was kind of a nostalgic site for. She still didn't forgive them though. She was about to unleash hell, but suddenly she was dragged to the site, to the only entrance of the office.

"Honestly, I don't really care what happens to that jackass that is your son!"

This ticked Katsukis mother off a bit, but she decided to stay calm. If she let herself be protonated this would be the end.

"But I decided to forgive him this one time. So, I do just that. See, my arm is all good again."

He lifted his arm, showing the clean stitched he put in there.

"So, we are good for the moment. But as a warning. I don't plan to forgive him the next time he pulls that shit off here. I could handle fighting against him. Dodging his attack wouldn't be too difficult. The problem was that he pulled it off in a crowd. Just know that his could have ended in more than just some stitches on some kids' arms. There could have been serious casualties."

With these words he turned around and pulled his mother along, leaving Katsuki and his mother alone with the principal.

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Conversation right after leaving the room:

"Do you really want to forgive him just like that? He hurt you quite badly?"

"Just leave him be, he is just a reckless idiot that gets pulled along the current. He isn't like the others. I think he deserves to be forgiven once."

Fumio just looked at her daughter with a confused gaze, it couldn't be right?

"Akane, please don't tell me you are interested in guys like him, I mean I understand that love is complicated..."

Akane just glared at her mother with the deadliest gaze she could manage. She wasn't embarrassed, ashamed or anything in that direction, but she just was trying to make sure that NO misunderstanding like that would be created.

In her opinion that 'don't tell me you are in love with him' phrase in media was just the Stockholm syndrome with extra steps. Placing the concept of 'love' in someone's head, making them misunderstand that it is love, because they now would perpetually think about love.

Akane hated that trope and she didn't plan to fall in that hole.

"It was just a joke my cinnamon roll! No need to get so angry like that! How about I buy you some Häagen Dazs?"

The mood turned around. Now that was something she loved.