U.A's secret Villain

Insecurity

Momo had lead them to the rooms door and waited. She wasn't sure what Surebu was expecting. She took a deep breath.

"Honestly we haven't done much," she spoke looking back at Surebu who only shrugged.

"I don't have high expectations for anything. It only leads to disappointment," Momo looked at Surebu slightly shocked by her words, but Surebu only looked to the floor shyly. It was almost like she hadn't said anything at all.

Momo looked back to the door and slowly opened it. The second the door had completely opened Surebu looked up. Surebu's eyes grew wider and wider.
As Momo said, there wasn't much. A small, but empty book shelf on the wall of the right side. A reasonable sized wardrobe with a lovely pattern on the left wall next to a desk with a chair. Lastly a matrice lay in the middle of the floor with pink and purple themed bedding. There was even a small teddy bear on the bed, layed down on the stripped pillow.

Momo looked at Surebu just in time to see a tear roll down her cheek. Momo began to jump around frantically. "You don't like it? I'm so sorry. Tell me what you don't like and I promise I'll fix it," Momo spat out word after word trying to stop the girl from getting upset. Uraraka and Tsuyu had walked up, curious as to what was happening but once they saw what was in front of them they looked from one to another realising they had failed.

"This is mine?" Surebu croaked out. Momo froze looking at the girl seeing a small smile. Maybe she didn't mess this up after all.

Aizawa put his hand on Surebu's shoulder. "All yours," he stated. Hearing this Surebu ran into the room to flop onto the matrice laughing. Momo, Uraraka and Tsuyu all watched as Surebu ran around the room laughing to herself, arms stretched out like she was an airplane. Once she stopped she looked at the three girls with a huge smile and teary eyes.

"Thank you so much," she bowed. Momo felt a wave of pride wash over her as she smiled. Uraraka smiled nodding happy with the result. Tsuyu tilted her head walking in.

"You have a change of cloths in the wardrobe. You have a school uniform, casual cloths, both summer and winter and some Pajama's. You can get changed if you want," Surebu nodded at Tsuyu and moved over to the wardrobe. Slowly everyone but Surebu had walked out.

They went back to the common room to wait for Surebu to finish changing and come down, but they were overwhelmed by questions the second they were spotted, but through all the questions, Bakugo's voice boomed through the room stopping everything.
"Why the fuck is she here?!" The room fell silent for a moment before Aizawa sighed.

"She has nowhere else to go. Nezu and I are hoping to help her," once again a half truth escaped his lips.

"Help her?" Izuku questioned. There was silence.

"She doesn't have the best background from what I know. We want to get her away from that, so be nice," Aizawa spoke firmly. He honestly felt like a father telling his kids to play nice with the new neighbours kid.

As that thought was tossed aside Aizawa felt a small tug on the back of his shirt. He turned around and saw Surebu wearing exactly what she was last time he saw her.

"You're not going to get into something different?" He asked over his shoulder. At his question, Surebu flinched staring at the floor. Aizawa sighed curious about her drastic change in personality as he drove a hand through his hair. He turned fully to Surebu before guiding her back to her room.

Aizawa never thought that this would be the way she'd behave in this situation. He thought she'd be more social, but she seemed overly shy.

They got back to the room and Aizawa sat her on the matrice. He walked over to the wardrobe and started to look at the clothes. It seemed fine. It was warmer weather so Momo had gotten Surebu some summer cloths. The shorts and small shirts, but all in fashion.

A tug on his shirt alerted Aizawa of the fact Surebu was behind him. "Do I have to wear that?" She asked, voice wavering slightly. Aizawa looked over to the girl, but her head was down.

"Wear what?" He asked frustrated. He missed the girl that would simply grin and state what was on her mind. She moved over to grab some clothes from the wardrobe. She grabbed the girls uniform. "You don't like the uniform?" Aizawa asked crossing his arms.

"It makes me feel uncomfortable," she stated putting it back. "This all makes me feel uncomfortable," she told looking away.

"Surebu, it's me. Whatever it is, say it," Aizawa told her. Her body shook at the way Aizawa spoke. She really was uncomfortable.

"I don't like short cloths," she stated eyes closed and breathing was slowly quickening. Aizawa's eyes grew slightly at the news. He thought it over for a moment before deciding.

"I'll get you the males uniform, okay?" She looked at him with teary eyes. Aizawa sighed thinking that this girl would be the death of him. Whether or not that was a good thing, he needed to find out.