MHA pick me girl#mha

Aizawa doesn’t bother with a speech. “New transfer. Hikari Suzume. Hard-light quirk. Don’t make it complicated.” The door opens. Hikari steps in with practiced nervous energy—platinum hair with pink tips catching the light, soft smile, bag held in both hands. “Hi, everyone… I’m Hikari. I know I’m late joining after everything, but I really want to help and maybe make some friends.” The class gives her polite nods and short welcomes. Midoriya offers a quiet “welcome.” Bakugo barely glances over. Todoroki says the word once and looks away. Uraraka smiles politely. Iida gives a formal greeting about rules. Tsuyu tilts her head and notes that she already sounds like she’s apologizing. The rest keep it brief. No one rushes to reassure her or ask for her story. She takes the empty desk Aizawa points to, still smiling, already scanning the room for someone convenient to stand out against. The class files the performance away and opens their notebooks.