Become a hero?
Arthur paused.
Even though he had been thrown into this world and gained a powerful Quirk…
He honestly had zero interest in becoming a hero.
What he cared about was simple. Getting stronger, having fun, and living however he wanted. Nothing more.
Japan's whole "Quirk regulation law" thing?
Yeah, he hated it.
Not being allowed to use your powers without a license was just annoying.
Arthur's personality leaned somewhere between good and bad. Rules were the one thing he couldn't stand.
If joining U.A. meant getting One For All from All Might, then sure, maybe it was worth it.
Otherwise?
He wouldn't even bother.
Seeing Arthur go quiet for a while, All Might blinked.
What's with this kid?
U.A. was basically every teenager's dream school.
Why did he look like he couldn't care less?
After thinking for almost fifteen minutes, Arthur finally spoke.
"Alright."
Right now, his Stand hadn't fully awakened yet. If he wanted to grow stronger, U.A. was pretty much his best option.
Besides, a boring life wasn't his thing.
U.A. might actually be interesting.
As for rules?
He'd deal with them when they came. Worst case, he'd just get expelled. Not a big deal.
All Might let out a breath of relief.
Talking to this kid was weirdly exhausting.
Then suddenly, a sharp pain hit his chest. He forced it down, but a faint trace of blood still slipped from the corner of his mouth.
"Tch…"
He steadied himself and spoke again.
"Alright then. Give me your name and contact info. I'll talk to the U.A. principal and recommend you."
Arthur gave him his name and phone number.
The moment that was done, All Might left in a hurry, almost like he was trying to get out of there as fast as possible.
Arthur watched him go.
"…Right. He's seriously injured."
He muttered to himself.
"well, I won't be getting one for all"
With a quiet sigh, Arthur jumped across the buildings and made his way back to the street.
As he walked, his eyes drifted toward a fast food place nearby.
A few high school girls were chatting inside, laughing casually.
Arthur glanced at them and smirked.
"Yeah… I can kill some time here."
....
"Move, Deku! Stop blocking my path!"
A loud shout cut through the street.
Katsuki Bakugo kicked over a trash can, glaring at Izuku Midoriya, who just happened to run into him.
"Whoa, Bakugo, chill out."
"Haha, look at him, he's about to cry."
The two guys behind Bakugo laughed, clearly enjoying the scene.
Midoriya stood there stiffly, his voice shaking.
"K-Kacchan… your injury… is it okay?"
He had rushed over earlier after hearing All Might showed up nearby.
But by the time he got there, it was already over.
Now he was just heading back, disappointed…
And of course, he ran into Bakugo.
Bad luck.
Midoriya's words only made things worse.
Bakugo snapped instantly.
"Shut up! You Quirkless loser, you pitying me?!"
He raised his hand, small explosions popping in his palm.
Boom. Boom.
His right thumb was still wrapped in bandages. There were bruises on his face too.
Midoriya flinched, barely holding back tears.
"N-no… I just… I was worried…"
"Hey, isn't that the spiky-haired guy? The one who always bullies that green-haired kid? I heard someone beat him up last time. Guess he didn't learn anything."
A familiar voice cut in.
Midoriya and the others turned.
Arthur Pendragon walked over casually, with two girls around his age behind him.
One had glasses and gave off a quiet, studious vibe. The other was more stylish, wearing a simple dress.
Both were pretty, and clearly focused on Arthur.
Arthur smiled at them.
"Wait here for a bit. That broccoli head gets picked on way too much. I'll deal with it."
The girls watched him walk away, eyes practically shining.
"Arthur-kun is so nice…"
"Right? He's strong but still helps people."
"He's definitely hero material. Like All Might."
Arthur walked straight past Bakugo's two lackeys.
"Move."
They froze for a second, then quickly stepped aside.
"A-Arthur…"
Even they didn't dare push it.
Bakugo, on the other hand, looked like he was about to explode for real.
"You… bastard…"
Arthur stopped in front of him, hands still in his pockets.
He looked completely relaxed.
"Seriously, Bakugo? Still picking on Midoriya to vent? That's all you can do?"
He tilted his head slightly, a faint smirk on his face.
"…Or what? You still haven't been beaten enough?"
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