Izuku POV
I don't know what I can say about this encounter. Except... No, I can't say anything. It was... forget it
Flashback
I was so engrossed in the newspaper that I didn't hear Hawk's flapping. Startled, I jump up and throw the newspaper in his face that I was reading. By jumping up, I mean jumping up. I'm trained, I've been training my whole life. Until now it's been training. After school, when night falls and all the kids at the orphanage are usually asleep, I sneak out onto the beautiful beach and train.
I jump several meters into the air. If I hadn't gotten so scared, I would have made a small jump. I am not a person who is easily frightened. I am always on my guard and can hear people around me very well. But I was so focused on the newspaper that I missed Hawks. But how could I know that Hawks would randomly come to me?
I fall to the ground completely unprepared. If I had been prepared and I didn't wear those damn shoes, which are used and way too big for me, I might have managed to catch myself in my legs. I slip. I take steps backwards to catch my balance but then stumble because I'm walking backwards towards the road and that's where the kerb is.
It feels like it's happening in slow motion. Like I'm slowly falling backwards, slowly turning my head to the side only to see the car hurtling towards me at full speed, approaching my head second by second
I open my mouth and close it. Not a word comes out. I don't scream. Have I seriously escaped the hero commission only to be run over by a car? At the last moment, something pushes me from behind, forwards. I stagger forward and am caught by Hawks.
Hawks: Are you all right?
Me: ...
I just smile at him and say nothing
Hawks: Kid, are you okay?
I keep smiling. He kneels down in front of me, puts his hands on my shoulder and shakes me. That's something you shouldn't do. A traumatised victim of an accident shouldn't be shared until there had falls of. These are the basics.
It's not that I'm traumatized. I'm perfectly fine. My mental health hasn't fallen off a cliff like I have.
At some point, Hawks realizes that shaking isn't going to help me.
Hawks: Kid, are you okay? I'm really sorry? How many fingers do you see?
I just keep smiling at him, and he realizes that any attempt won't help. Still doesn't mean he has to poke my cheek though. Luckily I have algae over my face. There's algae over my nose where the lines are by my eyes.
Hawks: please! Answer me, child, I'm really worried. Please answer me
He has now given me permission to answer so I think it's okay.
Me: I am all right. There is no need to have any worries. Mr. Hawks-sama no harm was done to me and as you can see, I am still alive.
My smile widens as I look at him.
Hawks: you can just call me Hawks that Mr. and sama are way too much. Phew what luck I was really worried. So I didn't hurt you in any way?
I keep looking at him
Hawks: so you're okay now?
I look at him and smile
Is it just me or does he look kind of intimidated?
Hawks: I guess you're not a talkative person. That doesn't matter. I can speak for both of us. I've been banned from kidnapping any more children, I'll go after them and have a conversation with you about ...
I have to admit, that sounds creepy too
Me:...
Hawks: so I'm sure you already know I'm Hawks. It's nice to meet you. What's your name.
Me: ...
Hawks:...
Me:...
Hawks: great name. Is it really something exotic?
Huh? I didn't say anything.
Hawks: what should we talk about, I'll go with you. You're not going to call the cops on me, are you?
Me:...
Hawks: I interpret the three points of silence you give me as yes. What's your favorite color?
Me:...
Hawks: what a great color. Really good taste. I like red, natural and yellow. And what are your hobbies.
Me:...
Hawks: really, it's a great hobby. My hobby is... because... I particularly like... but sometimes... I have to tell you a funny story...bla bla bla
I didn't give him a single answer the whole time, except that I was fine. He never once asked if I said anything and the whole time I was on my way to the orphanage I was completely silent. Might as well have been talking to a wall. Does he need that urgent friends.

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