Johan has gone through his life with clenched fists, and not by choice. Growing up in a rough neighborhood with a father who only knew "tough love" for him has hardened the young man into a brawler that demands respect. After his father is killed in the line of duty, he and his mother move away and into a smaller town in a new country, a chance for Johan to unclench his fists and make a solid living...that is, until he finds himself thrown into the fray once again.

But this time he finds himself obtaining amazing new powers, and must use them to protect a nice young lady, and later, her family, from a spoiled rich kid who has become obsessed with getting his arm around her, by any means necessary, legal or illegal. Can Johan, donning the moniker Captain Boom, save the Loud Family, and perhaps even Royal Woods, from his wrath? Or is our hero in over his head this time? Leni/FC

Prologue.

Rule Number One: If you don't have a dog in the fight, don't insert one unless the need arises.

Rule Number Two: Real men fight with their fists, not with their toys.

Rule Number Three: A punch to the back of the head is an ace up the coward's sleeve.

Rule Number Four: Your fists are for peace, not for money or fun.

Rule Number Five: Neither your opponent, nor the world, will respect you if you stay down.

"And what brings you to Fairway University, Mr. Brun?"

"The opportunity to better myself."

"Yes, yes, I understand that. But what draws you to this school above the others in the state?"

"I have done my research, and from what I have read, this university fits my needs the most. It has a safe community, a wide array of degree options, and above all else? I just want to hang my hat here."

"I'd been meaning to ask; where are you from?"

"Germany. Was it my accent that made you ask?"

"Well, partly. But not many people move to this town from other states, let alone countries. Most of our students come from Royal Woods."

"I guess you could say I am not your average man."

"No, I suppose you are not. Well, your file looks good, and everything checks out, so I say this to you. Johan Brun, welcome to Fairway University."

…

Lori Loud sat on a bench and allowed the late summer wind to play with her blonde hair. She was a tall woman, wearing a sky-blue shirt, brown cargo shorts, and blue shoes. She had blue earrings, and was looking over her cell phone. The bus was to arrive in the next few minutes, and on it was Lori's slightly younger sister Leni. Oh, what a party the Louds had thrown for her for graduating high school, the cake they had made was absolutely delicious. And of course, Lori was there to watch her walk and get her diploma.

And now, it was only a matter of time before Leni Loud, the second oldest Loud child, set foot onto the Fairway University campus. Her ten younger siblings may have irked her to no end, sure, but she did miss them, and it would be nice to have one of them on campus with her, maybe even two when Luna graduated.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the hum of an engine in the distance. Lori looked up just in time to see the bus turn the corner. It was a large bus, adorned with the Fairway University logo. It eased itself next to the appropriate area, and with a hiss, the doors opened. The passengers grabbed their belongings and filed out. One by one, Lori watched them walk out until the correct person walked out to greet her.

Leni stood roughly the same height as her older sister, and wore a bright green dress, her blond hair running to her shoulders. She had red earrings in her lobes, and white sunglasses on her head. Her smiling face bore an innocence normally reserved for those much younger than her, but in many ways, both good and bad, Leni defied expectations. Lori opened her arms, and Leni dove into the hug, nearly knocking her down, but Lori managed to stand her ground this time.

"I totes can't believe I made it!" Leni cried.

"Told you that C average was nothing to worry about." Lori said. "You have no idea how good it is to have you here Leni. Orientation isn't until tomorrow morning, so let me give you a real fast tour."

…

Half an hour later, Lori was walking her sister through the halls of the science building. It was a two-story building with multiple labs and similar areas, most of which requiring certain clearance to enter. Leni followed Lori through the building, looking around, when all of a sudden, she became aware of someone following her. She stopped and turned to face them, forgetting Lori for the moment. He was about as tall as she was, a mop of curly brown hair on his head. He had what could only be described as a baby face, round and pudgy and lacking any kind of facial hair. He wore a pressed suit of high quality, and expensive jewelry in the forms of an expensive watch and equally expensive rings on his left index and middle fingers. The jewelry was shining bright in the light from the windows.

"Um...hi." Leni greeted him with a wave.

"Hi yourself," said the man, a cocky smirk on his face. "Name's Darrel Richman, and you, young lady are-"

"Woah woah woah!" Cried a voice. Leni snapped back to reality, just in time to feel a hand grab hers and pull her away. She turned to see it was Lori, who was dragging her to the nearby women's restroom. Lori looked back at the man, before opening the door and pushing Leni inside, following her in and locking the door behind them.

"Leni," said Lori in a hushed whisper, "you need to stay as far away from him as you can."

"Why?" Asked Leni, "He seems nice."

"Remember Lincoln's comics?" Asked Lori, "Remember the rich guys? How often did they get in trouble for their crimes?"

"I...don't think they did…" Offered Leni, vaguely remembering reading them over Lincoln's shoulder from time to time.

"Exactly." Said Lori, "He's harassed girls before, and if they try to press charges, he just bribes the jury and gets off scot free. You need to stay away from him, at all costs! Promise me?"

"I...okay, I promise."

"Good," Said Lori. She unlocked the bathroom door, cracked it open, and looked around. She didn't see him, so she pulled Leni out of the bathroom and the two continued the tour as if nothing had happened.

…

"And here, Mr. Brun, are the men's dorms. This is the last stop on the tour, so after this we're done until tomorrow." The tour guide looked over him. He was a tall man, head and shoulders over her. Jet black hair that was cut short, broad shoulders and a strong build. He wore a white T shirt, blue jeans with a brown belt, and brown sneakers. "Let me check which dorm is yours." She took out her phone and looked over the notes. "Ah yes, room Two Forty-Five B!" Her cheeks turned rosy, "Your roommate will be...well they call him Casanova."

"And why is that?" Asked Johan.

"You'll find out soon enough." The woman took a moment to compose herself before showing him around the room. It had a large living area with a couch, a coffee table, a TV, and a small kitchen off to the far wall. The kitchen had a mini fridge, a sink, some cupboards, and a drying rack for the dishes.

Leading him into one of the doors off to the side, the tour guide showed Johan one of two bedrooms. Both were small, a bed, a dresser, a vanity, a closet, and a nightstand adjacent to the bed. One of the bedrooms showed signs of having been used recently, the bed unmade, the closet slightly ajar to reveal a suit jacket, and one of the drawers on the dresser open. Finally, she showed him the bathroom, complete with the usual toilet, a counter with a mirror, a medicine cabinet, and a shower. The rim of the shower was adorned with bottles of shampoo and body wash.

As the two were walking out of the bathroom, Johan saw the shape of a man. He was roughly as tall as him, dark skin wearing an orange blazer with a black shirt under it, orange slacks and brown dress shoes. He had short, curly brown hair, and had a cocky swagger in his smile.

"Why good evening, my little rose." He said to the tour guide, in an accent Johan couldn't quite place. The tour guide covered her cheeks as she giggled.

"Good evening, Casanova," she managed, "This is your roommate, Johan Brun." She stepped aside as Johan offered a hand to shake. Casanova shook it with vigor and a strong grip. He then turned his attention to the tour guide, taking her hand and kissing it. She giggled even more; her face was even redder than Johan ever knew was possible. After a moment, he released her hand. "Well, I'll leave you two alone to get acquainted." She finally collected herself and left.

"So how are you doing, man?" Asked Casanova.

"A little tired, but fine enough I guess." Johan answered.

"So, you're from Germany, right?"

"Is my accent really that much of a giveaway?"

"Sorry, bro. But yes, yes it is. So, what brings you to the states?"

"It's a long story, and to be honest, I'm a bit tired from today's events. Perhaps we can talk about it later?"

"Sure, sure." Said Casanova. "So, ready for orientation tomorrow? Maybe you'll find a lovely lady while you're there."

"Um...maybe? Where did that come from?"

"Buddy, you're a total stud." Casanova said, noting Johan's strong build, "The ladies love a strong man, and that accent could be sexy to some. I make it my mission to make sure you have a date before this week ends."

"Um...s-sure?" Johan wasn't sure of the correct response. Casanova nodded, before stretching.

"Well, I'll let you sleep for tonight. Your room's the one on the right."

"Danke." said Johan.

Once alone in his room, Johan laid on the bed. It was a bit softer than he was used to, but he'd adjust. He pulled the blankets over himself and set the alarm in his head for six thirty. Then he counted to three, and on three, he drifted off to sleep.