I'm going to see if I can get this story moving along by a little bit of a time skip and a filler chap.

Can everybody say, 'Next fiasco right this way?'

Almost a week had passed since the last incident had happened. And Shouta thought that he and Ichigo were settling into their new home quite nicely.

Ichigo had slept for almost three days after the incident had occurred, before finally waking up to her new surroundings and freaked out on him because she had thought that the huge assed blond guy had taken her somewhere she shouldn't be.

He would admit, Toshinori had looked utterly embarrassed that she thought that of his hero form upon waking- that Shouta had nearly busted a gut laughing at the man.

But aside from that- it had more or less been smooth sailing.

Not long after Ichigo had finally woken up, Shouta had gotten a couple of new pieces of furniture and a few other items to go with the new house so that they would both be comfortable in it. Including a new fridge, a new living room suite, a big TV, some Ichigo 'approved' movies, a radio and some CD's, some carpets and drapes.

Hell he'd even went out and gotten a couple of cats.

Three of them so far.

Nice, adorable, fluffy, loveable little monsters that he and Ichigo both could raise together. Though said lovable little monsters seemed to favor her over him unless he was feeding them. But who cared. He had his new house, a nice kid that kept him on his toes, and three kittens to amuse them both with whenever they were bored.

He was good.

And Ichigo seemed to be too.

She'd apologized to him for the destruction of the apartment.

She hadn't had too because of the extenuating circumstances involved. But she did anyways because she knew that he and Toshi both must have been worried and she was a good kid. A tad bit difficult to understand sometimes, but a good kid nevertheless.

And she had finally also undone what she'd done to Hizashi and apologized to him as well as explained that she had only done whatever it was to him as a precaution because he would have gotten hurt or worse.

And she hadn't wanted to be the reason that his wife and kid lost him.

Hizashi hadn't been pissed about it. He'd had three days of endless coddling from his loving wife and Kyoka both, so he really didn't have a whole lot to be pissed about. Though he did lecture her a little bit on communication.

Because it was something that she really, really needed to work on.

Toshi was staying with them for the time being so that he could keep helping Shouta keep an eye on her. And she had even talked to Izuku after she had woken up. The kid had practically been a ball of nervous energy by then. Partially because he'd been worried sick about her since his last visit.

So having her talk to him had been nice.

Shouta and Toshi had shamelessly eavesdropped on the whole conversation. Because she had been cooking dinner at the time and they were somewhat reluctant to leave the kitchen while she worked, because that meant that they wouldn't know what she was fixing.

And maybe get to lick or taste anything if she needed someone to taste test something.

Toshi already got to lick the dessert spoon whenever she made something sweet.

And don't thing for a moment that Shouta wasn't just a tad bit upset about the blatant show of favoritism towards the blond. Because her desserts were frigging awesome and he was developing a little bit of a sweet tooth himself now.

Shouta's time off from work had luckily or unluckily- depending on who one asked, had bled into the first few days of summer vacation for the kids at the school. And so far he'd gotten a call from the principal asking him to be one of the teachers/supervisors at the training camp for the kids, this year.

He'd said yes. And then quickly asked Nemu if he could bring Ichigo along because he felt that socializing with some of the other kids might be good for her...and also because they were still sort of bonding too.

He also sort of planned to see if he could con the girl into maybe sparring with a few people so that he could gauge her skill level in a fight.

Mostly because he needed to know this. And it was something that was important. But also because even when he asked her questions about things like what had happened the day that his apartment had gotten fucked up- she tended to either give him small answers, or none at all.

He also still sort of had high hopes that he could enroll her in U.A. since she had yet to make a choice about school. He'd broken the news about the trip to her over dinner while Toshi was present.

Ya know, just in case he needed to use him as a meat shield or something.

But Ichigo hadn't seemed at all bothered by the news. In fact she had told him that she was actually pretty used to camping and stuff. Her dad had apparently used to chase her around wielding a long, razor sharp machete just to see if he could get her to run into the woods, and survive on her own for a week or so while he hunted her.

And again, both he and Toshi had longed to raise the son of a bitch from the dead so that they could kill him themselves.

Still...Shouta couldn't help but feel ever so slightly relieved that Ichigo knew how to take care of herself in the wilderness.

It meant that her chances of surviving if she happened to get lost or injured somehow were fundamentally greater than those who didn't know how to take care of themselves.

It also sort of gave him one less thing to worry about.

At least until he told Toshi that he would be cat sitting until they returned. At which point the man had nearly gone into hysterics because he and one of the kittens were engaging in a weird war of some sort and apparently the kitten was winning.