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Luck always seemed to get lost whenever it made its way to one Midoriya Izuku. In fact, there were times when luck never seemed to want to come at all, and this is one of those times.
Fuck, I’m in so much trouble.
“Izuku-chan! Aren’t you excited? Our last trip before we graduate!” His best friend, Ochako Uraraka, exclaims, not seeming to notice the paleness of Izuku’s face, of the horror etched in his emerald eyes as his mouth forms into one of a grimace.
He rummages back into his backpack, not minding that his notebooks and papers were getting ruffled by his frantic movements in search of an essential document that would allow him to go with their class on their graduation trip.
“Chako-chan, I don’t think I’ll be able to go with you. I lost my travel papers! I won’t be able to get on the plane! I’m sorry!” Izuku cries out, his face crumpling as tears prick the back of his eyes.
Ochako gasps, her face mirroring the horror in the boy’s face as she too takes his bag, shoving her hand and making all of the contents float up. Unfortunately, no such documents are floating along with it, and the two look at each other with sadness.
This was a trip that Principal Nedzu had planned for the third-year class. A going-away present. He’s promised there would be no particular tasks, no assignments or exams— just two weeks being one with nature. Izuku and his friends had looked forward to this since it was announced, which was two months ago, and now Izuku would not be able to go.
The boy swore that he’d neatly put the documents in an envelope and placed it in his bag. Without it, he’d have no ticket to get into the plane, and the next plane that could take them to their destination wasn’t due in a week. The area was far too remote, as Nedzu had wanted an authentic ‘nature’ experience for the students, definitely one that villains could not track down, considering how well that worked last time.
“What’s going on here? Why are you two still not in the boarding area?” Their teacher, Aizawa Shouta, grumbles out behind them, and the two look at the man with darkened faces, and immediately the teacher knows that something is wrong.
“Sensei! I can’t go with you! I lost my ticket!” Izuku cries out, his face twisted in disappointment, as the girl beside him begins to sniffle quietly.
Aizawa, who had gotten a mere five minutes of sleep and was looking forward to sleeping away during the flight, could not take this. Villains ready to rip out his eyes was something he could handle, but two crying eighteen-year-olds was something way above his pay-grade. In fact, the world’s most significant salary can not make him subject to dealing with this.
“Uraraka-san, please make your way to the plane with your classmates. Midoriya, I’m afraid we are going to have to make some alterations for you. Don’t cry. You will see each other again in a day.” That was simply the best a tired, hungry teacher could do, and so the two split apart, and the boy followed closely behind the tall man.
“Kid, since you don’t have a ticket, we’re going to have to head back to U.A to try to get you another one. Are you sure you placed the documents in your back? Maybe it’s in your luggage? Try to remember where you last saw it.” Aizawa grumbles out, and Midoriya nods his head fervently.
“I did, sensei! I remember putting it in my bag! I put it in an envelope, put it in my bag, and then I — Oh no.” Aizawa pauses in his tracks, turning around to look at the boy who donned a look of realization.
“I took it out of my bag because I was looking for my wallet! I put it down on a table at the cafe we went to near here! It might still be there. Come quickly, sensei!” As if spending an entire week in the middle of nowhere with a bunch of kids had not been torture enough, running even though all he wanted was to close his eyes added salt to injury.
The two made their way back to the cafe soon enough, and Izuku was once again struck with disappointment when the owner told them that one of the servers, who had already left, cleaned the area and most likely threw it away. At the thought of rummaging through garbage, Aizawa has had enough.
“Forget it, Midoriya. Let’s go back and ask Nedzu for another way for you to get there. If we leave now, we can get there by 5:00 PM, and then you’ll be with your classmates soon enough.”
Midoriya nods his head in resignation, glancing down at the ground and giving a single sigh. Sure, he was excited to spend five hours on a plane with his friends, but trying to look for something that might as well be gone is just wasting even more time to spend with his friends on the trip.
Soon enough, they were on their way back to U.A and had three hours to kill. Cementoss had been willing to chaperone the kids while Aizawa was gone, so at least the third years would have someone looking after them.
“I’m sorry, Sensei. I didn’t mean for you to go through all this trouble just for me.” Midoriya murmured beside him, the rumble of the bus almost making his voice unheard had it not been for Aizawa’s great hearing.
“It’s fine, kid. It’s your last trip, and then you’re off to graduation and being heroes. This is your last time to be actual children because next time, you’re the new pillars of society. I wouldn’t want you to miss this.” God, three years with these kids had truly made Aizawa a sappy man.
Suddenly, the bus skid to a stop as the two sees a figure lying down on the ground. The person looks to be injured, and every hero instinct the two had immediately made them climb out of the bus to help the poor person. However, just as they near, the person appears before them, and the world turns white.
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“Kid. Wake up.” A deep voice rang through Izuku’s ears, and he groaned awake. However, something did not feel right.
Instead of the soft cushion of a bed, he could feel the graininess of something scratching at his body underneath him. The sound of water crashing through rocks lulled him awake, and the sight of Aizawa standing over him with a worried expression made him sit up, and then Izuku realized where they were.
They’re on an island, surrounded by water, in the middle of nowhere, with no one but his teacher.
Just his luck.