BNHA various x assassin reader

>>ROUND 1<<

"How... am I this... unhealthy...?!" I pant out while running. I decided that if I'm going to get into UA then I need to train. Unfortunately, this isn't something I can just 'wing'. 

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I slow down to a stop and look toward the, almost, clear sky. A sigh is released as I continue to run. Looking around, I realise my legs guided me to the park that held memories of my childhood. Memories that consist of the good old times. Back to when we we're innocent children. To when we were happy together. Back to when my world was filled with freedom and joy. Long before my world turned upside down. I ponder why I was enticed to this place. To this park that I thought only lived within my childhood. 

I sway my head from side to side to shake away the memories of the past that appeared. There's no point in thinking of 'what ifs'. The deeds and actions of the past cannot be changed. If that was so, then this world would be easy to survive. 

While I was in deep thought, my body had ushered me to the swings my old self loved. I take a moment to recollect the past. The past where I'd spend most of my time swinging alone. I was often alone now that I think about it. Well, of course I was. I was a quirkless freak show. To other children, being quirkless is worse than being a villain. Being quirkless meant being an outcast within this society for something we didn't ask for. Though, it doesn't matter who you are. All children look up to heroes when their young.

Heroes like mom...

It's been three years since mom died. Though, she died a hero. The same way I want to die. To sacrifice my life saving someone... But, how can someone like me become a hero if all I've ever done is make people suffer. Sure, I may one day become a pro-hero if I get accepted into UA but I'll never be a true hero. It doesn't matter how much good I do for the world in the future because it will never out write the bad. 

'It was your fault'

"I know."

'You killed her'

"No I didn't!"

'Stop lying'

"..."

"OI! LOSER! DON'T THINK WERE FINISHED HERE!!" Bakugou angrily marches towards me as I look up, "Huh?! The fuck you crying for, wimp?!" My hands fly up to my face and ferociously wipes away the few tears that had subconsciously fell. "Where the hell did you come from?" I mutter under my breathe, hoping to change the subject. Bakugou plops onto the swing next to me.

"Whatever loser. Anyway here," He hands me a piece of paper, "don't think anything of it loser! I just decided to train your weak ass after all! So don't think this means anything, GOT IT?!" He turns his head away from me, though, I can see his ears turning red. Bakugou... blushing?? No way, surely that's impossible! Over me especially, I must be seeing things. Either that or I'm loosing it. Both options sound possible to be honest. I turn back to Bakugou to see an empty swing which continues to rock. "Pfttt, what a dumbass." I softly breathe out. I look at the paper to see a phone number. Is this Bakugous? Surely he's joking...

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Or maybe not...

From: Bakugou

To: Bitch

Oi loser, this Saturday at my place the 

grand king shall train you! No buts or I'll

kill you! 

                                                                                                                                  From: Bitch