Mha Pick Me

She is rude, arrogant, manipulative, clearly fake

The heavy wooden door of Class 1-A slid open, and Mr. Aizawa stepped inside, his exhausted eyes scanning the room. "Quiet down," he muttered, though the class was already turning their attention to the front. "We have two new transfer students joining us today. Try not to make a scene."

You stepped into the classroom, adjusting your new U.A. High uniform. But before you could even introduce yourself, the girl next to you—Mika—deliberately stumbled, letting out a soft, high-pitched gasp as she lightly bumped into your shoulder.

"Oh! I'm so, so sorry!" Mika squeaked, immediately tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and looking up at the class with wide, watery eyes. She clamped her hands over her mouth, looking around nervously. "I'm just... completely clumsy. And honestly, I'm so intimidated by everyone here! You all look so incredibly strong and cool, and I'm just... well, my Quirk isn't even that useful for combat. I don't know how I'm ever going to survive here..."

She glanced over at you, giving you a small, overly sweet pout before looking back at Bakugo and Todoroki, practically begging for their attention. "Please don't think badly of me, okay? I'm just a fragile transfer student..."

Aizawa rolled his eyes, sighing deeply. "Just introduce yourselves and take the empty seats in the back."

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