Reborn from the ashes from hell

Izuku POV

The encounter was definitely strange. Where should I have expected me to see him the next day again and again and again and again. However, he and the policeman had been the first person so far nice, and not mean to me.

Flashback

I read through a newspaper again. It's been half a year since I met Hawks. Somehow it's funny to see the person for whom I would have to be side kick kind of friend. Not that I want to be his side kick now. I want to take my own life into my own hands and when I grow up, I want to...

Okay, I have no idea yet. I usually find people like that... what should I become. Or rather, what do I want to become. Now it is my own choice to take my life into your own hands and write my story, so to speak.

But I want something where I have enough control over it. I don't want to do it a little uncontrollably somehow. Definitely not the hero career. I finished with it, but all my training should not have been in vain. Should I perhaps take revenge or maybe...

With speed, a car is racing in front of my eyes. Another step. I'm being hit by a car for the second time. In front of me was a red feather that had stopped me.

Hawks: Phew, that was close. I'm glad I was here.

I turn my head to him and smile at him

Hawks: I'm definitely glad that you're still alive, otherwise I would have missed this smile. But seriously, I'm more emotional about the fact that you're almost run over, that you. I'm sure I'll talk. Because I know that you are not silent. I heard your voice once. So you can talk and I'll find out why you don't 

Can't he just give me permission to talk, it's easy. Instead of simply talking non-stop all the time. Doesn't he know that or does he like to talk for so long in a row?

Hawks: Can you please talk, I beg you.

Me: What should I say Mr. Hawks-sama

Hawks: You talked? YOU TALKED!! I've been following you for half a year, you've finally talked again. Take that people who told me you're a hallucination! 

He points to the sky. I am confused

Hawks: What's your name now that you're talking?

Me:...

Hawks: noooooooo. Why are you silent again? Come on, say something

Me: What?

Hawks: your name.

Me:...

He didn't give me his permission not to say anything again

Hawks: why? WHY? Can you answer?

Me: On what

Hawks: do you answer or say something only if I give you permission?

He looks completely confused. I always had to do it that way. There were some people who were allowed to start speaking. They always wore a red band around the wrist. But no one has a red ribbon around the wrist. Maybe because people usually don't do something like that, but I should always play it safe. Security is control control is power

Me:...

Hawks: you can answer me

Me: Yes

Hawks: why. You can answer me

Me: isn't it quite normal to do that? And to speak when someone wants you to speak

Hawks: No, it's not. I don't want to insult you, but man, your voice is real high

I'll stay silent, give him an offended look

Hawks: And you won't say anything, even if I insult you. Who has ever told you that you can't address people whenever and wherever you want. You can answer

I don't really know what I should answer, I was grown up rather I was beaten up to learn it.

Me: I grew up like that

Hawks: whoever taught you this is a liar. How could you have a conversation if no one could start a conversation?

Me:...

Hawks: Sigh. You can answer

Me: some people deserve to talk more, so I think they are more right than me to start a conversation.

Hawks: Do you think I'm one of the people? Just yesterday I used Endeavour to roast marshmallows on him like when camping. He had no idea what was happening there, because I was flying behind him and stabbed a marshmallow with a feather.

Me:...

Hawks: you can say something about it

Me: marshmallows, camping? What is this?

Hawks: ...you don't know what marshmallows are!? A few soft cloudy sweets. And camping is when people go and spend the night outside often in the forest. Under which stone did you grow up?

Why the policemen didn't let me sleep outside

Me: ...

Hawks: just answer and don't wait for my permission

Me: I didn't grow up under a stone, I would have been quite small, because I would then have to fit under a stone

Hawks: hahahaha. I didn't mean that. I just meant that you know so little about it.

Me: oh, that's an interesting saying.

I have to write it down

Flashback end

One day he had brought me marshmallows. I observed these things sceptically and asked him if it was really to eat. Since they were so cloudy that I didn't want to eat it at all, the pillows in the orphanage are not so fluffy. Since that day, I have always used a marshmallows pack as a pillow. Because my pillow always feels like it's stuffed with hay.