I can't tell just yet if Toshi is a good 'dad' or not.

But here's some fluff.

The rest of that day was fairly uneventful.

Though Toshinori did stay up late into the night looking up news reports online and such trying to see just what sort of information they may have gotten on Ichigo, her kidnapping- however brief- and a few other things. So that he could be prepared just in case he needed to do some damage control.

Luckily, no one outside of his co-workers at U.A even knew just yet that he'd become the girl's legal guardian. Which was a bit of a relief since it meant that Ichigo wouldn't have a target on her back in some form or another quite yet.

He still had some time to help her with her other problems before something else happened. It wasn't lost n him just how lucky they'd been today when she'd been taken.

And while Bakugo had said that he'd helped her- Toshinori very much doubted that the boy could have taken the villains out by himself. Which kept making him wonder if perhaps his young charge had been of some help.

I mean, she had said that she knew karate and was even a black belt at it.

That information alone insinuated that she knew how to at least defend herself a bit, right? And it wasn't as if he really knew her well enough to know whether or not she could actually take villains on without any help.

Especially ones with dangerous quirks.

No matter. He had already spoken with Nezu about having her tested to see what sort of abilities she had so that she could be placed in the proper classes at the school once they started up their usual schedule again. And as much as he wanted her to be placed in the Hero course with the rest of many of his students, so that he could have her easily accessible in cases of emergencies- he knew that it just might not be possible.

The Hero course wasn't something to be taken lightly. Nor half assed. She could be very seriously injured in a sparring match like young Midoriya had been on his first day of school.

Sighing, he reached out and picked up the TV remote lying on the coffee table in front of him and turned off the TV. The hour was later than he would have liked, and he had a busy day tomorrow. So it was time to head on to bed after he peeked in on Ichigo one last time to see what she was doing.

He could hear her new radio playing softly in her bedroom like it had been since he'd finally returned to the room hours earlier. And he would be the first to admit some curiosity as to what she must have been up too since she hadn't joined him for dinner or anything.

Getting up, he moved quietly towards her bedroom door and gently grasped the knob in his large hand and slowly turned his wrist and used his other hand to push the door open a sliver.

He didn't see her at first due to the fact that her bed was sort of hiding her from view, but he could hear her mutter an soft- if slightly vexed sounding, "Damn stubborn beads. Go on the wire already." And chuckled softly before then poking his head into the room to find her sitting on the floor beside her bed. Her head sticking up over the far edge of it indicating her location.

She looked like she wanted to curse some more in irritation as he quietly cleared his throat to get her attention, and smiled at her when she turned her head to look at him.

"It's late my girl. I'm going to bed now. You should probably do the same."

She blinked at him owlishly and then turned her head to check her small digital clock and muttered, "Crap. No wonder my eyes have been blurring." Turning back to him she huffed quietly before saying, "Yeah, bed would be good right about now." And then started to pick up her things.

He stood there and watched her for several minutes before she then climbed into her bed. Well, perhaps 'climb' wasn't the right way to describe what she did. She didn't so much as climb into bed as she flopped down on it gracelessly, her body lying on top of the covers, and closed her eyes.

"Do you want me to tuck you in?" He asked, not really knowing what else to do at the moment.

She cracked an eye open and looked at him oddly before replying with a bemused sounding, "Is that still a thing? I didn't know that tucking in's were still a thing once a person hit a specific age."

He hummed and asked again. "Do you?"

She seemed to think for a moment before then shrugging her shoulders a bit. "I-I guess?" She sounded as if she didn't know what to do here anymore than he did.

Taking her weak sounding 'I guess' as permission, he pushed the door open a tad bit further and stepped into the room. Moving quickly over to her bed and grasping the covers in one hand since she'd been kind enough to remove herself from lying on top of them so that his job would be easier.

She got herself into place and lay down so that he could pull the covers up over her and then curled up under them with a small contented sigh.

"Do you need me to get you anything before I head off?" He asked, wondering if he should get her a glass of water just in case she got thirsty later. Especially since he knew that some kids needed such things lest they have trouble sleeping.

"No."

"Do you want me to leave your little lamp on?"

"Sixteen, not six." She reminded him tiredly. He smiled as he watched her green eyes drift shut for a moment before then blurting out.

"Do you want me to kiss your forehead?"

Her eyes popped open again and she stared at him oddly again before asking, "Is that still a thing too?"

He shrugged. "I'm not sure. But I thought that I'd ask just in case." And then tacked on a slightly worried sounding, "D-Did I make you uncomfortable?"

"No. I'm just...thinking."

"Oh."

"I know that my younger sisters still got kisses at bed time. But then...they are four years younger than me so..."

"Do you want to try it once? Just to see if it's something that you might like?" He asked before quickly adding, "If it makes you feel weird or uncomfortable then I won't do it again."

She mulled over his suggestion for a moment or so while he waited patiently for her to decide and then finally got a small nod from her. "Okay, just once."

He smiled at her and then reached out and gently smoothed her dark hair back from her face a little bit and then leaned down and kissed her forehead and then straightened back to his full height again. "How was that?"

She absently rubbed the spot that he'd kissed and muttered, "Not bad. But it's a little bit weird though."

He nodded his head in understanding and filed away a 'no more nighttime forehead kisses at bedtime' thing in his head to use as a reminder and pulled the covers up around her shoulders as she tried to stifle a yawn and uttered a tired sounding 'goodnight' to him as he reached for the switch to her lamp and shut it off before quietly leaving the room.

The next day started for Toshinori at about nine due to the fact that he'd slept in a bit. And as annoying as it was that he had to forgo his usual morning routine a little bit. It was understandable given the fact that he had things to do today.

Like take Ichigo and have her abilities tested.

Naturally he was already a bundle of nerves and anxiety about it. Part of him wanting desperately to see what his young charge could do. While silently bemoaning the fact that she might not be able to do anything at all.

So once he was up and showered and dressed, he went into the kitchen to start cooking breakfast for himself and Ichigo but drew up short when he saw that she was already up and fixing them both some food.

"Ah, good morning Ichigo."

"Mornin." She said around a sliver of cut up banana that he'd seen her pop into her mouth.

"I didn't know that you tended to get up early," He said as he grabbed himself a mug out of the cabinet next to her and got himself some of the coffee that he saw was sitting in the coffee machine. "D-Did you make this coffee?" He asked feeling slightly wary while he tried to recall if he had drank all of the coffee he'd fixed yesterday or if there had been any left over.

Picking up the glass pitcher, he took an experimental sniff of it, still trying to figure out if it was fresh or not as she replied, "Yeah, I fixed some."

"Oh alright, thank you." He said as he went ahead and poured himself a cup and took an experimental taste of it and automatically perked up as he took another drink. After the third or fourth drink he finally says, "Oh this is...divine. What did you use to make it taste so good?"

"Sorry, if I told you I'd have to kill you." Ichigo jokingly says as she pops a blueberry into her mouth this time.

Toshinori doesn't even bother to chastise her for the joke. He merely hums in contentment and finishes off his mug before going back for more- and deciding to take the whole damn pitcher with him when he walks away.

Ichigo casts him a funny look from over one of her shoulders when she notices the pitcher missing from the coffee machine. He didn't care though, he's totally in bliss and trying to figure out what she'd put in it so that he could make some himself next time.

So far his mind has settled on cocaine. And while he isn't quite sure how she might have found it, bought it- whatever. He can't really find it in himself just yet to be all that upset about it.

The coffee was just that damned good.

While he's spaced out and still trying to figure out what's in the stuff, she finally finishes up breakfast and sets a plate of handmade waffles with some different fruits- banana slices, strawberries, blueberries, and raspberries- topped with some strange white liquid substance on top of them, in front of him.

"Wow, this looks great." He said, trying hard not to let his watering mouth spill over. It would be awkward to wind up drooling in front of his young charge so early in their relationship.

Right now he was trying to project 'coolness and professionalism' as both a pro-hero and her guardian.

"You're kind of drooling." She said with a frown, jarring him out of his thoughts so that he could hastily wipe at his mouth with his hand.

An embarrassed flush coloring his cheeks as he eyed her knowing that both his coolness and professionalism just vanished in her eyes.

"Ah, sorry." He said as he finally dropped his hand away from his mouth. "The food smells really good." He said lamely, still blushing.

"Then go ahead and eat before you flood the place and drown us both." She said as she gently nudged his plate towards him. He smiled a bit and then noted that she didn't have a plate for herself and his smile fell some.

"Are you not eating this morning?"

"I already ate." She replied smoothly. Maybe a little bit too smoothly. He cocked his head as he regarded her for a moment, uncertain about if she was lying or not. But didn't want to offend or hurt her feelings by calling her out on it right now. So he decided to tuck into his meal for now.

"What's on the agenda today?" She asked once he'd taken several large bites and was already almost half way through his breakfast.

Pausing in mid motion, he looked at her and said. "Testing. I'm going to have your abilities tested to see what exactly you can do."

"Why?" She asked, looking less than thrilled at the prospect. Which was...unusual since most of the kids he knew were usually eager to show him what they could do in the hopes of impressing him.

"Because I need to know what classes you would be best suited for once school starts up again in a few more days."

"What do my abilities have to do with determining that?"

"Because I need to see if you would do well in the Hero course." She frowned at him, and didn't really seem to understand what he meant. So he tried to elaborate some. "The Hero course is where kids your age, go to learn to become future pro-heroes. They learn to use their quirks to the best of their ability and fight."

"Sounds like your training children to be soldiers."

He looked a bit concerned at the conclusion that she'd just drawn from his explanation. And couldn't help but wonder why she would think that. Though he supposed that technically she was right.

After all everyone who participated in the Hero course was expected to become heroes eventually. Once their training and schooling was thoroughly completed.

"I suppose that is one way to look at it. Though the kids are usually quite happy to be in the Hero course since it's part of what they want for the future. There is a rigorous exam to see what they can do and everything!"

"How nice for them." The tone of her voice was anything but nice or excited. Which was puzzling to him.

After all, he couldn't imagine a more wonderful future goal for her than helping people like he did. Being a Pro-hero was a nice and fulfilling job. Why couldn't she seem to understand that?

"D-Do you not like hero's?" He suddenly asked, sounding sad.

"I have respect for anyone that could do what heroes do and not break from it." He perked up a little bit. Feeling relieved as she then went on to say, "Doing the things that you do isn't for the faint of heart or the weak. That being said...I have no interest in being a hero. So don't bother putting me in classes to be trained to be one."

He felt his jaw drop open in dismay as he stared at her utterly flabbergasted. How could she not want to be a hero?! Literally everyone wanted to be one!

Why doesn't she? He wondered as she quietly got up and then walked off.