Izuku Midoriyas Terrible No Good Field Trip

3-Arrival

The bus pulled in and the class stepped out.

Aizawa directed them past the front desk with a nod to the receptionist.

She locked eyes with Izuku and gave a small wave and Izuku smiled shyly in response.

The class continued up several flights of stairs, the reason Aizawa gave being:

"You're heroes in training. An elevator won't just appear in a burning building."

They stopped in front of a door and the security guards opened it when Aizawa showed his license.

"Now, please put your phones in this bin."
A nurse said, stepping forward.

"And any possibly dangerous items as well, jewelry, pocket knives, portable chargers, things such as that."
She continued. The class (semi reluctantly) dropped their belongings in the bin.

"Erm, do I have to put my hand oraces in because if the metal?"
Izuku asked, recognition flashed in the nurse's eyes.

"Not unless you're a patient honey."
She smiled, before her expression darkened.

"Please don't tell me you're coming back as a patient."
She murmured. Izuku laughed it off, shaking his head.

"No nurse Miya, I'm fine."
He waved goodbye, following his class into the common room.

There were kids in there, and before Aizawa could get any words out to the class Izuku was tackled to the ground, causing shouts of alarm, and the guards and nurses ready for action.

"Oh my god! You fuck-"
The overzealous girl was cut off and slumped over Izuku. A guard stood behind her with a needle, and assisted the nurses in hoisting her up onto a stretcher.

Izuku stood up, brushing himself off, sighing.

"I hate it when they do that..."
He mumbled.

"Yeah, uh, second time this week a familliar face is back. Now why are you here? Two years and you haven't shown your face, now you're back!?"
Someone else stepped up, staying 5 feet away from Izuku, one hand on his hip.

Izuku blinked in surprise and then raised an eyebrow.

"That doesn't much because you're still here Nazuna."
Izuku crossed his arms. Completely forgetting his class was right there, watching the exchange

"Hey! You know how we bipolar kids have it! Too happy, no leaving. Too sad? No leaving. Too normal? No leaving!"
She threw her hands up in annoyance.

"I wasn't dissing you."
Izuku shrugged.

"Yeah yeah, Mr.three suicide attempts and none of them worked!"
She rolled her eyes.

"Nazuna!"
A nurse stepped in incredulously.

"I was joking!"
Nazuna groaned.

"One more 'joke' and you'll be in One-on-One!"
The nurse said.

"I'm so glad I'm not a patient."
Izuku smirked when the nurse left to talk to Mr.Aizawa-

Wait.

MR.AIZAWA AND THE OTHERS, SHIT!!

Izuku paled.

"Deku... what does this girl mean, three suicide attempts?"
Uraraka came forward.

"So uh... funny story.. heh... uhhhh..."
Izuku started, stuttering.

"I'll say it. In junior high he tried to off himself. And failed. Three times."
Nazuna shrugged, Izuku held back the urge to elbow her.

"Also, why ya callin him Deku? Thats not very nice."
Nazuna's eyes narrowed.

"Naz, its fine. I told everyone in my class they can call me that. It holds a new meaning now."
He waved her off.

"So you really did it."
Nazunas face lit up with hope.

"You really got into UA."
She smiled.

"I feel like we're straying from the fact that MIDORIYA of all people has tried to kill himself. Multiple times."
Kaminari stated.

"Quite frankly its none of your business."
Nazuna and Izuku said, completely in sync, at the same time.

"Oh, my, god I could kiss you."
They said at the same time again, turning to face each other.

"Already did."
They said again, grinning.

"HAH!"
They broke into laughter, as the rest of the class looked on in concern and confusion.

"So I'm assuming the littles were discharged?"
Izuku asked, Nazuna nodded.

"They were finally happy, and it was very touching."
She smiled as if reminiscing in good memories.

"Well... except for Thomas. He was discharged then brought back. Several times."
Nazuna explained. Izuku sighed.

"Oh well... Is he here?"
He asked, Nazuna nodded.

"He'll probably pop up in-"

"Zuzu!!"
A young child, about 7 ran up to Izuku, clutching a paper in hand.

"Look at my drawing!!"
The paper was thrust into Izukus hand.

It was a crayon drawing of-

Thomas brutally murdering his parents.

Izuku nodded, a strained smile on his face.

"Wow Thomas! Great job! Its very inspiring!"
He passed it back to the child.

Mr.Aizawa came back.

"Alright problem children, come on, we have to go to the group room."
He walked, leading their class to another door. Izuku waved to the people he knew in the common room.

It was not good to be back.

But hey at least nobody had asked him if-

"Hey! Zucchini!! Wanna play poker!?"
He sighed. Yep, there it was.