Ichigo gets a chance to teach the other kids about real villains and how to beat them until they cry.

Bakago gets a serious lesson in manners that he won't soon forget.

Even once they were alone, Shouta was pissed to know that Ichigo was practically in a catatonic state of shock for nearly two in a half hours. Two in a half!

That was two in a half hours of trying to snap her out of her stupor with wet rags, senseless 'comfort' chatter, a phone call to Toshinori so that he and the cats could take turns 'talking' to her.

All of which got absolutely no reaction whatsoever.

So he just sat himself down with her redressed in a clean shirt, and re wrapped in the blanket that Pixie-bob had wrapped around her when Izuku had been trying to hide her- simply waiting helplessly for her to snap out of her funk. It was a little bit after ten pm when she finally came back to her senses with a blink of her dazed looking eyes.

She didn't say anything to him.

She didn't cry, didn't smile- she was just...eerily blank. Almost mechanical even. She pushed herself free of his grasp and went over to her duffle bag and grabbed a change of clothing out of it and then practically ran out of the room before he could so much as ask her if she was okay.

Sitting back in his chair, Shouta was forced to wait another half hour until she came back before finally managing to ask her anything. She walked back into the room with her hair damp, and wearing her fresh clothing. So she'd apparently run to the locker room and showered and possibly even cried for a little while in peace.

Okay, he could handle this.

Hopefully. His mind supplied causing him to cringe a little bit as he watched Ichigo walk over to the area of the room where her stuff had been carefully laid out by him earlier in the day, and flopped down on it in a graceless manner.

"Are you okay kid?"

"If I said 'fuck no' would you hold it against me?" He heard her say in a raspy tone as she finally looked at him. Sure enough, she had cried while she'd bathed.

Her eerie neon blue eyes were red rimmed and just a little bit puffy.

"I doubt that I would ever be able to hold it against you to not be okay. Especially after what had happened earlier." He said gently.

"Okay." She said tiredly as she looked away from him and reached up with one hand to rub absently at her forehead, as a small frown marred her pretty face.

"I'm planning to punish the boy that-" Her head snapped up and her eyes locked on his face. Her blue eyes alight with something that he'd never seen before in her. Something that he couldn't quite place. "Anyways, I wanted to know if maybe you had any suggestions as far as his punishment goes."

Ichigo thought carefully for a few moments before recalling that he had mentioned earlier in the day that he wanted her to 'teach' some of the other kids specific combat moves and such. And slowly smiled as she thought of all of the absolutely terrible things that she could do to the jerk to pay him back.

"I have an idea," She finally said. Shouta remained silent since he'd figured that much just by watching the shift in her expression. "You want me to teach the kids some stuff-" It wasn't a question. "Then I'll teach them a very specific crash course in how to deal with an asshole."

He cocked his head a little bit at her comment and wondered what kind of stuff she had in mind as he asked cautiously, "Should I be worried that you plan to murder him?"

"No," She assured him. Flat out murdering the boy would be too kind in her opinion. Besides, why would she kill him for a simple wardrobe malfunction when she could just hit him where it really hurt? "But I can't promise that he'll be totally in one piece for a little while once I'm done."

"You're going to really clean his clock huh?" He asked with a slight smirk.

"No. But I am going to make him cry like a little bitch."

Shouta didn't really need to ask her anything else for the moment. He merely promised to let her at the boy tomorrow morning, and almost immediately after she went to bed. Which left him sitting up for a little bit longer, thinkin about what she might have planned for Bakago and wondered if the boy was deserving of his sympathy, cause she was undoubtedly going to give him hell.

He finally fell asleep a few hours later, into the early morning hours deciding that the boy had everything Ichigo planned, coming to him.

Ichigo rolled out of bed at the first sign of light filtering through the window of her/her guardian's room, and quietly went about dressing for the day, putting her hair up in a ponytail, and then slipping on her shoes so that she could go and do some warm up's for later.

She had a million in one different ideas swirling around in her mind, and she needed to sort out the most humiliating, and mind boggling ones that the boy would never see coming and certainly wouldn't be able to defend against.

Walking out of the building, she took a moment to look around. Knowing that it was as early as it was, made things a little bit easier on her. Especially when it seemed as if there wasn't anyone else up just yet. So of course, she nearly screamed the whole place down when one of the WWP's jumped out of a tree just ahead of her when she started walking, and nearly tripped over her own feet trying to get away from...him?

This person was a guy, right? Maybe one with extremely weird fashion sense, but a guy nevertheless.

"You're up early this morning kitten." The guy commented while Ichigo was doing her damndest to try and keep her heart from bursting through her ribcage with her hand.

She hadn't had a scare like this one since...well, the freakishly scary birthday party that everyone had thrown for her a while back. The one where Kenpachi and Ikkaku had both jumped out of a cake in loin clothes- after being conned by a very drunk Rangiku- into thinking that she would for some ungodly reason, like that.

"I really wish that people wouldn't jump out at me like that," She finally said as she dropped her hand away from her chest. "Do you always drop down on people like that?"

The cat guy grinned at her in a lazy manner. And she took a moment to notice that despite being dressed in a two piece ruffle and lace outfit and a skirt- the guy had strangely cat-like qualities.

"I was waiting for someone to get up," He finally said. "I didn't expect it to be you though. Everyone has been worried about you since last night. We wanted to check up on you but...Shouta didn't seem to want anyone present until he was sure that you would be okay... Pixie-bob, Ragdoll, and Mandalay were all quite furious about what happened to you."

"O-Oh. I'm sorry to hear that." Ichigo said awkwardly, feeling ever so slightly at a loss here since she wasn't sure what she should/shouldn't be saying.

The cat guy looked at her oddly for a moment and then pointed at her and said, "You have self esteem issues."

"Huh?"

"You apologize for things that aren't you're fault because in some strange way you feel at fault when you shouldn't. You have self esteem issues... Does Shouta know that you have self esteem issues?"

"Uh..."

He sighed and his ears and tail drooped slightly. "I take that as a no. Maybe I should mention it to him later?"

"No!" Ichigo blurted out in a panicked sounding voice.

For some reason that she didn't quite fathom, the very idea of having her lack of self esteem mentioned to her guardian upset her. Maybe because they both were still sort of technically getting to know each other. And maybe she didn't want him to feel overwhelmed by how much work he needed to put into her or something.

Whatever the reason- she just...didn't want him to know if he already didn't.

"No," The guy said in a slightly curious tone. "But kitten's are supposed to have wonderful, high self esteem! It make's them confident in themselves and their abilities! It simply isn't healthy to have low self esteem. So if he doesn't know then he needs to be told so that he can fix it."

"He's already swamped with trying to fix other things. I don't want to accidentally give the poor guy a heart attack or stroke." Ichigo said, totally unaware of the fact that her guardian had finally woken up himself and was currently looking for her. And was standing right behind her when she said this.

"Fix what?" She heard her guardian's voice suddenly ask curiously, from somewhere behind her, and she let out a startled yelp. And tried for the second time that morning, to prevent her heart from escaping her chest as cat guy practically rolled around on the ground laughing at her.

The jerk. She thought as she shot the skirt wearing muscle man a dark glare.

Cat guy just grinned at her in amusement and jumped back up to his feet.

"Kitten and I were just talking-"

"About?" Shouta asked curiously. His dark eyes trained on his not-daughter's back. Her reaction to being snuck up on was pretty cute. He'd have to tell Toshi about it once they were finally home again.

Cat guy started to open his mouth to tell him about Ichigo's self esteem issues but the girl puled a fast one and before he even realized what was going on, the girl had grabbed him and flung him into the woods. Where he landed in a thicket of bushes well over four hundred and fifteen feet away where he could very plainly see her grab Shouta and direct him away from the area.

"Ichigo..." Shouta said as his not-daughter pulled him along behind her. "Why did you toss Tiger into the woods like that?"

"Because he talks too much." She said honestly.

"Mmm-hm. He does. However that didn't give you a right to do that to him."

"I know. I plan to apologize a lot to him later." She said as she kept tugging him along. He hummed again in agreement. He would remind her personally later to apologize to Tiger for throwing him like that.

"So what were you two talking about?" He finally asked again.

"Nothing important-" She assured him as she then suddenly asked, "Does anyone here know a lot about hand to hand and martial arts? Cause I need a sparring partner to help me warm up a little bit."

"You're really looking forward to hurting Bakago huh?" She didn't say anything in response to his observation. And to be honest, he was pretty sure that he didn't want her to really say anything about what she was going to do to the boy. Plausible deniability was a beautiful thing, after all.

Finally he sighed and said. "I know a bit about hand to hand...if you don't mind sparring with me, that is."

"Depends," Ichigo said as she abruptly stopped walking and released his hand from her grasp. "Am I going to be grounded for not pulling my punches?"

He blinked at her as he mulled her question over for a moment before deciding that he couldn't exactly ground her for showing him what she could do. They were at a training camp after all. The entire point of being there was to train.

And sparring counted as a form of training.

"I won't ground you for not pulling you're punches." He promised her as he reached out and gently took her smaller hand in his own and began to lead her this time. Out of the clearing and over towards some of the training grounds that made up part of the camp.

Once he figured that they were far enough from the building and such, he let her hand go and moved a little way's out and took up a fighting stance as she did the same. The two of them exchanged blows for the better part of an hour. And Shouta was beginning to regret his promise to her.

Especially when she knocked him almost completely through a tree trunk.

Almost, of course, being the operative word.

Still, he back was throbbing like a son of a bitch and he could already feel bruises forming as he staggered away from the tree a little bit before finally calling a halt to their spar.

"Okay, okay- I think you're warmed up now." He wheezed as she slowly walked up to him and gently took hold of his arm and pushed some of her regenerative ability into him to heal his injuries. Once he was healed, Shouta took a deep breath in relief at feeling the aches and pains caused by their spar disappearing bit by bit.

Murmuring a soft word of thanks to her for healing him, he rolled his shoulders and popped his spine and neck and then paused as he heard some laughter coming from the vicinity of the outdoor dining area. "It sounds like the other kids are finally awake."

"Yeah."

"Come on and let's go and grab something to eat before you beat the hell out of Bakago." He said as he slipped an arm around her shoulders and directed her back in the direction that they had come from.

Upon reaching the dinning area, Shouta noted that Ichigo had gone eerily silent. Her expression was also carefully shuttered as she looked around the various tables to see just how many people were there.

Everyone was sitting in little groups here and there waiting for breakfast. All of them talking and laughing until some of them noticed Shouta and Ichigo. The second that they were pointed out to some of the others, a lot of the kids either went totally silent and stared at the two. Or some of them pointed at Ichigo and whispered amongst themselves.

Slowly slipping his arm out from around Ichigo's shoulders, Shouta gave her a brief look, trying to convey that everything was going to be okay since he knew that this was incredibly difficult for her.

She just thinned her lips a little bit in displeasure and then moved away from his side as she spotted Izuku and a few others step outside.

The boy waved her over the second that he saw her, and she took a moment to sigh as she slowly walked over. Having no idea what she was supposed to do. But knowing that she should probably thank him for helping to protect her modesty yesterday.

"Ichigo!" The boy practically wrapped himself around her like a boa constrictor the moment that she was within his reach. Staggering back a step or so she automatically tried to pull him off of her. But dammit- the guy was a lot stronger than he looked! And he had a frigging death grip on her that would just about make any actual boa constrictor's positively jealous.

Honestly it was a wonder her insides weren't being crushed.

"A-Are you part snake?" She asked him, causing him to stiffen up a little bit and look at her funny before realizing that she had been trying to pry him off of her and abruptly let her go with an embarrassed flush.

"Sorry! I just-" He wanted to tell her that he was happy to see her back to normal. And maybe ask her if she was okay, but she cut him off with a softly spoken.

"It's fine, Izuku."

"Are you okay?" One of the other kids asked her cautiously. She blinked at the speaker, who was a girl with long dark hair and wide round eyes.

"I- yeah. I'm sorry miss, but I don't think that we've met. Have we?" Ichigo said awkwardly. The girl smiled at her almost shyly at her and introduced herself as Tsuyu. But for some odd reason her friends called her Froppy.

Ichigo introduced herself to her in a friendly manner and even shook hands with her before another kid- a boy with flame red hair and garnet colored eyes, stepped forward and introduced himself to her as Eijiro. He was also apparently the kid that nearly put her eye out on the bus yesterday.

And while she wasn't particularly sore about that, it was still nice to have a name to go with his face since she sucked at remembering some stuff.

"Hey, I'm sorry about what Bakugo did to you yesterday. It wasn't cool at all." He said and then asked her if she needed anyone to help her hold the guy down so that she could hit him. Ichigo thanked him for the offer, but she'd be fine without the help.

After that a couple more boys- one of which was a tall black bird-like guy, another was a blond with a tail, and the last one was a tall well built guy with silvery colored hair and a mask covering the bottom of his face- all introduced themselves to her as well.

Each one commenting on how rude, uncouth, and cruel Bakago's actions towards her the previous evening had been. Ichigo didn't really know what to say about their thoughts on the matter so she just mutely nodded her head feeling more that just a little bit...weirded out by everyone's attention and such.

And by the time breakfast was served to the lot of them, she must have met well over half of the kids present.

But even stranger than that, was the fact that when the boy, Bakago finally showed his face to grab some food- he was sporting a terrible looking black eye. And Izuku couldn't stop smiling for some reason. Someone finally explained to her the reason behind the blond boy's black eye, Izuku positively glowed with pride when she looked at him and winked.

Breakfast was over with fairly quickly after that. Everyone having been fed, and the teachers now hopped up on coffee- her guardian made a quick announcement that today Ichigo was going to teach a very special class to everyone on hand to hand. Quirks were not allowed unless she gave her permission to use them.

And then after that, he told Bakago that since he liked to be a jerk all the damned time and hurt people so much then he could play the part of the villain in the lesson that she was going to teach.

The boy just rolled his eyes and muttered a rude sounding, "Whatever." And then walked off a little ways to wait on everyone else.

Once everyone had placed their used dishes and such in the designated area, they all went to where Aizawa stood along with a couple of the other teachers after which the man grabbed Ichigo and then led them all to a decent sized clearing almost a half mile away where she and Bakago walked over to a circle made out of sand bags while everyone else either sat down on the ground to observe or remained standing.

Her guardian gave her the green light and Ichigo had to take a calming breath or two to steady her nerves as she faced everyone and started talking, "Good morning everyone. All of you don't know me, or maybe you do and you just don't know me very well. My name is Ichigo Kurosaki, I'm fourteen years old and you're sensei, Aizawa has been chomping at the bit to convince me to go to your school. And I have to say, that after yesterday's incident with blondy here- I'm seriously not that impressed by the future hero's currently present."

Several people gave her a thumbs up to encourage her to continue while others looked just a bit upset at hearing her words.

She couldn't blame them any. After all, everyone there had worked hard to get where they were today. Having someone say that they weren't all that impressed by their efforts had to be difficult for them. Practically like a slap in the face really. Still she pressed on.

"Now, before we get really started here, I'm going to tell you a little bit about myself. And then I'll move on to teaching you how to lay a baddie sorry that he ever tangled with any of you- To begin, I came from a very secluded town in japan. My home town isn't well known- and a lot of us like it that way for a specific reason. Now the first thing you need to know about my home town...is that no one born there has a quirk of any kind." She looked out among the faces of the other kids and noted the shocked and dismayed expressions and kept going.

"In a town of over thirty thousand people the number of people below the age of thirty born with even the smallest and slightest of super human, augmented abilities- can literally be counted on both hands. Of the ten that can be counted...only myself and five others are currently still alive today."

"Another thing that you should know about my home town...was that there was no such thing as a pro-hero there. There was never anyone to help us during times of great need. We either helped ourselves or we died screaming in the streets." There was a collective gasp, more shocked and disbelieving looks. Ichigo sighed and wondered vaguely if she should have not mentioned that. But the very fact that there had been no pro-heros was a significant fact about her hometown and even upbringing.

"Now, you're here to learn some hand to hand. Which is definitely something that you will need in the future just in case something happens and you can't use your quirk. It's also helpful in cases of self defense, and the skill- as long as you don't go around picking fist fights with every Tom, Dick and Harry that you come across- will prove to be an important part of you're hero arsenal. Mainly because it's something that doesn't require a quirk to work for you. And depending on what you learn here today, you can even keep adding to it-" She was in the middle of her explanation when someone raised a hand and upon seeing her falter, called out a question.

"How do you know hand to hand?"

Followed by someone else shouting, "Yeah! You aren't a student here! How do we know that anything that you teach will be useful?"

Ichigo blinked and looked slightly uncomfortable and was temped just a little bit to tell the brats to shut the hell up. But decided against it at the last moment and simply said, "I've been taught specific fighting styles, including several forms of mixed martial arts, boxing, kick boxing and hand to hand- both professionally and unprofessionally- since I was...about four. And earlier this morning I sparred with Aizawa and sort of kicked his ass."

Everyone looked towards the man who begrudgingly admitted, "It's true. She did. She...kicked the ever loving hell out of me."

Ichigo had to duck her head to hide her face for a moment otherwise he might have seen her lips twitch in amusement. There was a bunch of hushed whispering among the kids and Ichigo thinned her lips and patiently waited for them all to fall silent again so that they could continue with the lesson.

Bakago was looking a little bit bored and she was more than a little bit tempted to wipe that stupid look off of his face with a nice backhand.

Everyone finally fell silent again, thanks purely to the interference of one of the WWP girls. After which I chigo picked up with the first lesson. Be unpredictable. And to prove her point- she nailed Bakago across the face with a one two combo, a quick and vicious uppercut to the chin and then grabbed him by the nuts. And smiled menacingly at the boy who was currently staring at her wide eyed.

A sentiment that was obviously shared by others since her actions caused every male present to either scream, gape, flinch, or hide behind someone else.

This is going to be a fun lesson.