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As Midoriya got on the train with her, they'd both sit beside eachother. Both nervously blushed as anxiety was blooming within both of them. She was more anxious for the sake of her dad, not really worried much about her mother's response since she was usually nice either way. Midoriya on the other hand, was just worried about making a good impression on Uraraka's parents. He usually was kind and respectful but, he still had his own self doubt to sort through. Surely he'd be good enough for her parents to like him just the same.

During the comfortable silence that eased between them, they both were able to ease their nervous minds and relax. Since Midoriya didn't really have to respond to anything, he ended up slowly falling asleep as he sat next to Uraraka. He did think it was rude to fall asleep while he had someone much more awake beside him but, he couldn't help himself. The stress made him sleepy, while the sudden bump of the passenger car made his head slowly fall onto her shoulder.

The sudden contact startled her, just barely making her jump in her seat but soon she realized, "He fell asleep?" She mumbled more to herself as she gazed over at his sleeping face. She thought about pushing him off but she couldn't help her sudden urge of wanting to mess with his hair. Since the opportunity was there, she just slowly started to drag her fingers through his hair. His hair just had been a tangled mess of green curls though it actually had been relatively soft despite how rough it just seemed to look from the outside.

Her fingers kept playing with his hair, looking at his darker roots to his dark green ends. It was odd to her, it almost seemed like his hair was dyed but this had been all natural. It didn't even feel like he put any product in it which was even more baffling to the girl. All this playing and internal questioning distracted her from actually seeing the soft smile that fell across the males lips as he slept. It actually made him quietly giggle in his sleep which made her pause her movements embarrassed. "Sorry," she'd apologize removing her hands, figuring he was awake.

Though she learned something else odd about Midoriya in that moment. He giggles in his sleep.

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Soon enough there stop had been approaching, Uraraka lightly attempted to shake him awake. "Midoriya it's almost time for us to get off." She'd speak in gentle warning, him blinking himself awake over the feeling. Slowly upon the realization he was leaning on her shoulder, he quickly backed away from her. He was heavily discombobulated as he aggressively bowed his head. "Sorry! I didn't mean to fall asleep..!" he spoke panicked. Growing embarrassed he internally questioned all the anxious thoughts of, 'Did I talk in my sleep? Did I drool? Did she get uncomfortable?'

Despite his intense worries, she softly had hummed a giggle."Hey. It's okay. I didn't mind. I played with your hair while you did so, it kept me entertained." she'd reassured with a wave of her hands, not surprised over how quick he was to apologize. 'my hair?' he'd blink confused before placing a hand on his head. He felt his scalp tingle as a blush would quickly spread across his face. He was definitely a bit tender headed.

"Your hair is soft." she quietly commented just slowly raising up from her seat to take his wrist, guiding him over to one of the train exits so they'd be ready to go. When the doors opened she'd lead him out, the station having seemed relatively clean until it came to the concrete wall covered in tags of graffiti. Midoriya not necessarily knowing any better, assumed it was on
purpose.

"Oh, a paid graffiti artist painted allmight here?" The boy asked the slightest bit intrigued, only to be met with Uraraka's confused stare. "Not exactly Midoriya..." she stated, grabbing his hand carefully so he wouldn't stop moving to stare. It wasn't a good idea, especially with the grumpy people in a hurry to get on the train they just exited. "The colors look okay... Their a bit off but at least they match with the style they are attempting to go for." Deku couldn't help but comment, following along as he kind of just tried to tear away from the thought of the heroin that he now had tainted experiences with. 'i really need to stop...' he mentally scolded himself.

She kept pulling the fanboy along rather quickly so they wouldn't find themselves in any trouble. Midoriya who was still confused, just hurried beside her to keep up with her pace. "Why are we rushing? Are we late?" He'd ask, just unsure of where she was exactly guiding them with a turn of speed."I don't live in the best part of town and I want to keep us safe is all." she stated slowing down a bit.

Hearing that made a pang of worry run through him, even a bit of guilt as he'd gain a frown. "You come home late everytime you spend the day with me, don't you?" He spoke now gradually growing concerned at this too. With how long that train ride seemed, he imagined she was getting home very late.
"Yeah. It's okay though, I'm quick home" she spoke dismissively, giving his hand a squeeze to reassure him that their wasn't anything to worry about. Though that wouldn't ease his mind at all.

He still lightly squeezed her hand back nonetheless, now both interested but also a little wary about her neighborhood. She's been walking late in a not so okay part of town? He worried that he may have risked her safety a couple of times during their hang outs.

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After a short walk they arrived at her home. It was pretty small on the outside but it looked like a nice complex. It seemed to be the most well put together house in their neighborhood, the weather was having a hard time trying to destroy the house before them. the other houses on her block however, were not as fortunate. Before Uraraka could put her key into the door she heard audible 'boing' which made her pause in her tracks.

Now she didn't exactly know what that noise was but looking at Midoriya, she figured it out rather quickly. Maybe playing with Midoriya's hair, wasn't the best idea. Midoriya blinked staring at Uraraka equally confused as she pursed her lips. "What is it? Is there something on my face?" He'd ask looking over himself until she'd point to the top of her head. "You have a bit of a.. hair malfunction." She'd gently try to mention as his eyes would glance up to realize his hair had completely poofed out.

"I'm so sorry." He whispered lightly, combing it back with his fingers to try and flatten it quickly. She couldn't help but giggle a little at the look, she didn't think his hair was capable of getting big like that. "Anything I can do to help out?" She questioned unsure of how he wanted to keep it. "It usually relaxes on its own, I almost have no control of it sometimes." He admitted not wanting his hair to make an 'impression' on her parents. He just combed his hands through his hair to tie it back, just planning to wet it inside as his front little baby hair curls just managed to poke out.

 He just combed his hands through his hair to tie it back, just planning to wet it inside as his front little baby hair curls just managed to poke out

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She laughed at his quick assessment, thinking it was pretty cute to see his hair out of his face. "Are you ready to come inside now?" She'd ask subsiding her chuckles as he'd give a bashful laugh himself."Yeah I'm ready, I just don't want my hair to be the main topic of conversation."

She nodded before actually unlocking the door. Stepping in, she did her typical routine of removing her shoes and just stepping fully into the house in her socks, expecting Midoriya to do the same. The brunettes shoes looked better than her parents shoes, them having been covered in asphalt and put in a separate box so their floor wouldn't get messy. Midoriya figured it was because of their jobs in construction that they looked rather messy, but he tried not to linger on the thought to long as he put his shoes aside to gaze around her home.

"Sorry my house isn't much." She'd speak first in apology before bringing him into her living room.

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