Reborn from the ashes from hell

Izuku POV

Flashback 

Me: it's okay if I'm not allowed to ask a question.

Ereasehead: you may.

Me: the purple haired, boy is your son Mr. Ereasehead-san?

Ereasehead: how do you know... Yes, he is my son.

Me: when we pass each other you come back from school with your son? If I can assume correctly?

Ereasehead: Yes

Me: So, where did you come from?

Ereasehead: From school

Me: With who

Ereasehead: what exactly is your goal of your pointless questions with answers you already know yourself. Of course I went with my son.

And isn't there something missing that you made the trip to school for and then we're Suppositoriums do go back with who?

Me: Then you've failed your mission

Ereasehead: OH SH- rimp

The detective gives Ereasehead a dead glare

Ereasehead: Shrimp. I meant shrimp

Me: shrimp?

Detective: You don't know the word either?

Me: Sorry.

Detective: Nothing to apologize for

Ereasehead: I'll go get my son. (Whispers) Where can he be?

Detective: You can tell me what happened.

Me: it was just some rude students who seemed to dislike me

Detective: is this the first time this has happened or have these students been there before and if so, what did they do?

Me: It's not the first time. The first time they strangled me and held my head in the pond so I couldn't breathe.

Detective: ... WHAT?

Me: like I said. I can repeat, it wasn't the first time. The first time was when they got me and held me in the pond with my head so I would drown and not be able to breathe. But that's just a guess.

Detective: you're just guessing?

Me: Yes, it's just a guess. I've been dunked in the water before but I've been given breaks to breathe but not the last time.

Detective: why didn't you do anything, did anyone talk to the director?

Me: I hardly speak to human beings. Then how am I supposed to have spoken to the director and what doesn't kill me makes me stronger.

Detective: I don't know how you manage to be so calm. I would have been very different if someone had tried to kill me.

Me: It's not the first time and I'm very sure it won't be the last. And life is too beautiful to be sad about things like this.

Detective: you really need therapy.

Me: Therapy?

Detective: Sigh. Some kind of doctor for feelings.

Me: Grrrrrrrrrrrrr

Detective: okay, then no. What if I get you the first aid kit. And then take care of your injuries for a bit.

Me: I can do it myself

Detective: all right, you do it yourself, but do it

He leaves for a moment and is given a first aid kit. I look at it for a moment before I take it and get out the things I need. I don't have very many wounds, but more bumps. I already have some scratches from the students and when I was thrown on the floor.

I want to pull my sleeves up right away when I realise the detective guy is staring at me.

Me: can you look away?

Detective: look away

I don't necessarily want to show all my scares I have more than very very many and the students have given us even more. They carved into my arm with a knife useless. And the hero commission just to much

Detective: Turn around?

Me: Yes

Detective: sigh all right

The nice detective look away, I bandage both my arms. And cleaned them. Disinfect the area beforehand, some wounds that need to be stitched up and everything.

Detective: can I look again now

Me: No, I still work on the wounds have patience

I then take another bandage and wrap it neatly around my arms

Me: Now

He looks at my two bandaged arms. I've made them nice and neat then of course it's not the first time or the last time that this has happened, so I've gained a bit of skill.

Detective: You know first aid. Would you like to wipe the blood off your face I have a tissue.

I shake my head hastily

Detective: what's it like at the orphanage? Have you been adopted yet?

I flinch at the name of the orphanage and then shake my head vigorously.

He then asked a few more things like what happens and so on. Quite a long time has passed.

Flashback end

I'm sorry. I am really sorry mister detektiv that's all I can say