Lisa stared at the man sitting half in the shadows and felt a sliver of fear creep down her spine as he said the words, "Hello darling." Before a million different things hit her all at once. The attack on USJ, one of her students getting badly injured trying to protect her, and her kidnapping at the hands of one of the most dangerous and prolific and infamous villains to ever emerge from the underground.

All Might.

The former pro-hero turned traitor.

Seeing him sitting on the edge of the bed? Half in the shadows like this was- was... Well she didn't know what the hell this was to be perfectly honest.

"Did you sleep well, little one?" The soft almost gentle timber of his voice caught her by surprise. He sounded almost as if he were trying to coax her into conversing with him. And though she had questions/suspicions about what she was doing with him and what he would probably do to her- she kept her mouth firmly closed lest she somehow antagonize him into knocking her around or something.

After all, drawing attention to oneself in her situation was never a good thing.

She felt the mattress shift a little bit, and her eyes widened a little in panic as she saw/felt him move from where he was sitting to sit closer to her. His face no longer hidden in the shadows of the room. His eerie neon blue eyes studying her petrified form for a moment before softly chuckling and then saying in a playful sounding chastising tone as he leaned in a little bit to loom over her, "It's rude not to answer someone when they speak, my Lisa."

She made a mousy little squeaking sound to convey her alarm as she tried to quickly scoot herself back away from him. However the damned mountain of a man trailed after her.

Or maybe that was the wrong way to describe what he was doing.

He tracked her movements, sure. And followed them with such slow and deliberate movements that she felt as if she were being hunted by a large predator. This continued for several moments until her back hit the headboard, her breaths were coming out in sporadic little hysterical bursts as he pressed both of his large hands on either side of her shoulders and smirked down at her.

His eyes dancing with...was that humor? Was the sick bastard actually laughing at her?! Cause if he was she was just one well placed knee away from unmanning him and hobbling for her life since her knee will no doubt be badly damaged, while he, would be where he fell- writhing.

Seeing him smile at her in the dark, her heart started to hammer painfully against her ribs before she heard the soft words, "Oh my sweet girl, you have no idea how long I have waited for you-" as his looming figure suddenly settled part of his torso in her lap and his thickly muscled arms carefully wrapped around her middle as he laid his head on her chest.

Right over her heart.

"You're heartbeat is as loud as a drum. I wonder if that's the fear or something else," He said more to himself than to her before finally saying after a few moments, "I suppose that it's too much to ask for an automatic bond right away. Your fear is probably overriding everything else that you should be feeling at the moment emotionally anyways."

"W-What?" She finally managed to croak out, her heart continued to hammer, her mouth felt as if it were stuffed full of cotton as she tried to sort out what he was saying. But somewhere along the way, the implications of what he was hinting at had caused her mind sort of short circuited on her.

Leaving her filled with conflicting emotions of one part shock and two parts of horror as realization slowly dawned on her causing her panic to grow to beyond hysterical heights. So much so that she started crying as she put her hands on his thickly muscled shoulders and pushed and pushed and pushed and then when that didn't work to remove him, started to wiggle around in a almost frantic manner, dislodging him from his place just enough to pull back and see her expression.

Her expression tore at his heart.

Truly it did.

After all, the last thing that he wanted was to frighten/hurt his own second chance soulmate. Sensing that he and the situation that she had just found herself in were overwhelming her- he quickly weighed the pros and cons of pulling her into his arms and simply holding her until she calmed, but then quickly dismissed the idea since she didn't seem all that keen on being too near him right now.

Which he wasn't going to lie- it hurt him that she was so adverse to his presence, yet at the same time he was very understanding of her position.

He was a bad guy after all. And not just any bad guy, but the worst of the worst.

If their roles had been reversed, he would have already smashed something over her head and made a run for it, probably while screaming the whole way. And the knowledge of this hurt him just as much as the other stuff did.

No matter though, he would give her as much time and space as he could to adapt and let their bond grow before he pushed her for more.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to overwhelm you. A-Are you hungry any? I cooked us some dinner so that we could eat together," He said before noticing how close she was to a nervous breakdown and quickly saying with a hesitant smile, "Or you can eat in here, alone. And I'll leave you be fore a while and simply check on you in a little bit."

She didn't say anything, she was too busy hyperventilating at the moment, and coming dangerously close to passing out on him again. And with that knowledge firmly in mind, Toshinori quietly tore himself from his soulmate's side, and left the room feeling more than a little bit dejected and went to collect her dinner.

If nothing else went well for a while, he at least hoped that she liked what he had fixed for her.