My Hero Academia - An assassin as a hero!? (Izuku x OC/Reader)

The U.A sports festival! Obstacle race

I'm gonna stop with the Deku introductions for now. Gomen, but maybe I'll do it again sometime in the future.

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I run...

I sprint.

I'm out of breath, dashing across all of the rooftops.

I run through the shadows as usual. This was not good.

I....

WAS LATEEE!

'Goddammit! Why did there have to be a bank robbery on the here!?'

'I already got in trouble yesterday, and now I'm running late. AGAIN!'

Am I cursed or something? Why can I never make it to school on time? I'm seriously starting to wonder...

I follow the normal routine. Sprint inside the building, rush my school shoes on, up the stairs, inside the classroom, get scolded by Aizawa-sensei, take my seat, and sigh out in embarrassment.

That following day, I feel very strange. Something feels off to me, but I can't put my finger on it. Everyone in class seems normal.

Uraraka is still in the hospital but is going to get discharged in a couple of days, the league villains still haven't made a move, and I can't sense anything unusual. Everything seems so normal...

Everyone is training intensely at the moment, to prepare themselves for the sports festival.

'I'm tired of all this small time training that only prevents my muscles from weakening. I want to do some real training.' I think as I stop doing pull-ups.

'The question is... what exactly am I supposed to do?'

Sitting on rooftops and feeling the wind blow by used to be one of my favorite activities to get the time to pass by as an assassin.

One of the tallest buildings in our general area, the exact same one I've tried to commit suicide from a dozen of times, used to be my favorite spot before I just started seeing it as a way to kill myself.

I really wanted to die after figuring out my quirk.

'Well, I could always train myself how my dad used to... it just won't be the same considering no one will yell or threaten to kill me while doing it.' I think as I stand up.

It's a breezy, yet warm day. I decide to head off to the city's garbage dump, where I know I'll be left alone.

'Alright. I wanna surpass my limits. If the leader of the league of villains really is as strong as I think, I'm gonna have to get stronger. And fast.'

'Although not likely, they could interrupt, or at the very least spy on us during the sports festival.'

I collect a bunch of random things like ropes, washing machines, fridges, old cars, weights and so on.

I sit there for a little before stretching out. If I don't stretch correctly, I could very well end up paralyzing all my muscles for who knows how long.

I start by tying two 70 kilo weights to each of my arms. Then, I tie a fridge to one leg and a stove to the other.

I give out a big sigh before I start running. Training like this proceeds all day. At one point, I try to sense rats with a blindfold on. The next, I'm avoiding falling metal object with a blindfold on, then I go on too heavy lifting and long distance run with restricted body movements.