Midori?...

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It's been a solid month since Uraraka and Midoriya had started training together, both of them very excited and eager to support eachother to get to UA.  Uraraka was so proud of Midoriya for learning so fast. He often multitasked for her, trying to occasionally help her practice regarding her endurance. He believed that she was very powerful but he didn't want her throwing up from overdoing her training,,, atleast not after she ate at his house. He wanted her to keep a meal down knowing she needed actual energy to continue training as she had been.

Midoriya himself had alot to learn regarding mechanics and rewiring which was why he was making so much progress in Uraraka's eyes. Midoriya practically grew a new hyper fixation with this practice, realizing just how hard working with both electronics and mechanics would be. He couldn't help but become completely emersed in it, he knew he couldn't disappoint her. He was almost too drawn into his own studies that he almost didn't have enough notes for Uraraka anymore.

Almost.

Of course when the boy was finished studying -or more so forced to take a break by his mother- he'd do his routinely check ups on her, taking note of how exactly she was training to try and offer her some support, even pointing out small weak points he felt she struggled in. With that she had slowly been improving in small ways that grew progressively each time she came over to see him. Inko had been  happy to see her son more motivated because of her, appreciating the fact he finally had a friend to rise his spirits again. Inko would even tease her about her son seeing her as a new hero he may just idolize.

She would get flustered by it every so often, even floating away during these embarrassing moments which would make the older woman laugh. Inko is welcoming to her everytime she shows up, making sure there was always leftovers she could take with her after having dinner. While Uraraka was very happy and appreciative of the Midoriya's generosity, Her parents on the other hand were getting kind of worried with how much time she was spending with them. While the girls happiness was always their first priority, the less they saw her, the more worried they felt.

Eventually her father would confront her about it, letting his wife go to sleep as he waited for his daughter to sort things out. Her father just wanted to see if there was anything to actually worry about.
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Having waited for her to come home he stared at her with a sigh the moment she entered the house. Yet again, the sun was just barely still highlighting the sky behind her as she shut the door behind her. "After you shower I want you to come back to the living room so we can have a talk." He told her just trying not to seem intimidating or upset. He still spoke in a shifted demeanor however, wanting her to still know it would be a serious talk compared to their lighthearted chats.

"Yes Sir." she'd nod, going to do as told. She was unsure if she should feel uneasy about the conversation with her dad. Was she in trouble? The way he was speaking to her threw her off. She hadn't done anything bad or hadn't listened to teachers. What could the situation be about? It made the girls stomach anxiously twist as she did her general late night routine before she came back to the room again.

"Ochako where exactly do you go with this friend of yours that makes you come home so late? You haven't sat down to have a meal with us in what feels like weeks sweetheart. Should we be worried?" He asked of course nothing but concerned for her. His softened tone  made guilt wash over. She never really acknowledged how much she had been missing dinner with her family, she was practically playing house at the Midoriya's so often it almost seemed like a new regular.

"No dad there isn't any reason to be concerned about. I'm sorry for not coming home earlier for dinner... My friend that I go hang out with lives on the opposite end of town. Their mom makes dinner everytime I go over so I've been eating with them... My friend and I are training to get into UA and because of that I try to be there often for support. we don't have too much time left until the exams so that's why I haven't been coming home as early, we're basically cramming physically and mentally." she lightly explained, hoping to ease his mind.

Over this information it made him cross his arms. While he didn't know much about Uraraka's usual friends, he knew her regular group of friends actually lived closer. This new friend she's studying with must be new. "Who is this friend that your going through this trouble to see everyday?" He asked lightly out of genuine curiosity, trying to be open minded about the situation. "I can tell your healthier and haven't been hungry lately and I'm glad but, who's responsible for that?"

"Their names Midori!" she'd blurt out, having quickly been crossed with a mix of embarrassment and even a bit of shame. As good as she was with masking the feeling, it didn't make her feel any less guilt as her father's face immediately had softened at the mention of said female name. "Well invite her over tomorrow for dinner, we love you both training together but their has to be some sort of time management."

"Okay dad" she spoke almost dreading her lie, slowly turning around to her room as her dad continued to call out to her, "Goodnight sweetheart, Breakfast will be made in the morning so stick around a minute for your mom, okay?" "Okay I definitely will. Good night Dad." she'd sigh quietly, turning around to give him a hug before heading to bed.

Surely Midoriya wouldn't have a problem being on board with this fib...

Right?
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"You want me to--- what?" Midoriya blinked perplexed as he pulled his hands away from the wires of the phone he had been messing with. "Uraraka, why did you tell your father I'm a girl..?" He'd ask slowly, the girls blush traveling completely across her face. God this was gonna be embarrassing. "I technically didn't, I mean I said your name was Midori and he kind of assumed-- b-but I didn't want to admit that you are a boy because they'll tease and he'll get all protective over me and just!--- please Midoriya..?" The brunette would practically beg the freckled boy, leaving him to nervously chuckle.

"Uraraka... I don't even know if I can do that well. I appreciate our friendship but I don't know if I'd be comfortable lying like that, especially regarding my gender." He'd softly frown at that scratching his cheek. "I don't even know if I could pull that off if I'm being honest with you." "Sure you could!- but I won't push you or anything. I just don't know, I guess I'm just anxious about it. You are okay with coming to have dinner with my family still though, right?" She'd ask for confirmation as they had waited at the stop, him having walked her.

"I am okay with it, I just want to make a good impression on your family is all. With how you speak about them your making me nervous." He had quietly chuckled despite the genuine anxiety raising with that statement.

"no, no, they really are the nicest people ever! It's just my dad is a little protective is all." She spoke to reassure him, waving her hands knowing how she must've sounded. "If he's only a little protective I don't think you'd be asking me to pretend to be a girl though..." He would just barely pout, the girl copying the expression as she hung her head to the side. "I'm just nervous they're inviting you over more so as a thank you dinner. They don't know what you did or how we became friends. So it's just kinda them thanking you for actually keeping me healthy and for the help of my mom's birthday cake."

Hearing such put his mind at ease, still causing a blush to travel across his face, rubbing the back of his neck. "Well there isn't really much to say thank you for really. I do owe those things to you." He just softly smiled shaking his head at the fact. The two would just bicker about refusal of praise until the train would arrive to take them to Uraraka's neighborhood.

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