He tried to coax her out after about an hour or so with promises of curling up and watching a movie or something so that she could take her mind off of things for a little while.
So what if she didn't even have a TV or a movie collection, lying about. He was determined and by god if he had to take her out and buy her a damned TV and some movies- or even take her out to a theater- then he would do so without hesitation.
Anything was better than the strange sinking feeling of anxiety that he was currently feeling at the moment because she had locked herself away from him. Finally deciding that he'd had enough of the silent treatment, he checked her door and found that it wasn't locked.
Which was strange since he was certain that any young lady in her right mind who was actually trying to give someone the brush off would have locked their door. Undeterred, he twisted the knob and opened the door a sliver to peek inside and took a moment to scan her bedroom for her.
She was lying, curled on her bed with a pillow tightly clutched to her chest and her eyes closed. She was asleep. Which explained why she hadn't been responding to him any. He knew that she had been tired before, despite her arguments otherwise. So perhaps her exhaustion had finally gotten to her?
Moving stealthily, or at least as stealthily as someone like him could- he gently pushed the door open a little bit more and entered the room to take care of removing her shoes and tucking her in. He was quick about it too since he didn't want to wake her up and have her scream bloody murder at him.
Once he finished doing that, he went and checked the window to make sure that it was locked and once he was satisfied that it was- he quietly left the room to go and...occupy himself with some things. He needed to contact those of his friends and colleagues that he'd contacted before to see if they had rounded up all of the people that he'd mentioned living on the street's earlier.
And then he needed to contact Nezu and Recovery Girl to tell them of his current situation and see what they thought. Maybe they could help him to get Ichigo to stay with him while she was in heat.
It was a long shot given how stubborn the girl was. But it was still worth a shot, right?
He spent the better part of two in a half hours after that, sitting on her couch alternating between phone calls, texts and checking out some of the pics that Aizawa, Mic, and Midnight had sent him of some of the kids that they'd found. All of them scrubbed clean, and wearing new clothing and were either curled up in their beds asleep or checking out the toys that they'd been given by the heroes.
One pic that Aizawa had sent him had a caption of, Ha, better him than me. And showed a little boy attached to a flustered Present Mic's leg, refusing to let go. His tiny face was positively glowing with happiness.
It was freaking adorable and Toshinori couldn't help the small laugh of amusement that escaped him. There were several other pics too. One was of Midnight getting herself made over by a couple of little girls who had managed to get their hands on some play make-up and some rubber bands.
The woman's face was a pallet of colors. And her hair! It was all wild looking braids and ponytails.
Someone had even managed to get a pic of Nezu being tackled and cuddled by a bunch of kids while he play screamed and tried to escape them before finally giving in to his inevitable fate.
Toshinori knew that the little fur ball was likely going to fuss at him endlessly for dragging him into such a situation. But that was alright since he knew that as much as Nezu seemed to dislike most humans- he had a nice soft spot for small children.
Even if they did take him hostage and cuddle him against his will.
It took some time for him to get Recovery Girl to respond to his inquiries about what to do to help an animal quirk based young lady get through her heat with a minimum amount of damage. Most of the time that she spent not responding to him was likely used to do research that could help him.
And in the end, when she finally did respond to his inquires; she did so with medical lingo, that he barely understood and various articles taken from some helpful stuff that she'd found online.
After that he spent several hours pouring over the articles, mentally filing bits and pieces of information away in the back of his mind for future reference, until it was well past two am in the morning.
Finally deciding to put his phone away so that he could get some sleep, he had just ditched his shirt, and shoes so that he could at least attempt to rest more comfortably. And not long after that, stretched out as much as he was able too on such a small couch, and tried to go to sleep.
His rest was fitful though, and didn't come easily. Partially because his legs were cramping and partially because of the noise both inside and outside of the apartment. Every time he heard something, he would almost swear that someone or something that wasn't supposed to be there- was.
It was...very disconcerting. Especially to someone like him who always tried to keep himself in a state of alertness even when resting. It was something that had helped serve to keep him alive after all these years, and as such it was more than a little bit difficult to shake. Much less ignore.
So after hours and hours of seemingly endless 'tossing and turning' he finally managed to doze off a bit just before sunrise.
Ichigo woke up feeling like crap and wanted to immediately go back to sleep. But the persistent and vicious cramping in her stomach forced her into total wakefulness no matter what she wanted.
Rolling over onto her back, she tried to help ease her own discomfort by rubbing her stomach with one of her hands in the hopes that it might help. It did a little bit. But not by much.
Sighing heavily because she really didn't want to get up, she forced herself to do so anyways since she hadn't been expecting her monthly visitor to happen quite so soon and she wasn't wearing a pad. Slightly worried about the possible mess that she might currently be laying in, it took her several moments to really muster up the energy to even move an inch.
Despite the fact that she could smell her male guest's scent emanating from the room and couldn't exactly bring herself to leave her bedroom and make any sort of appearance to him while covered in her own blood.
She was pretty sure that the guy would freak the fuck out. And frankly, she wouldn't be able to blame him any. But she didn't want to accidentally cause him to drop dead of a heart attack, so...a trip to the bathroom and a nice warm shower were both desperately needed.
She could get herself cleaned up and hopefully wake up a little bit more and then greet the day.
She shuffled into the bathroom like a zombie and went about her morning routine. She used the bathroom, dug out some pads, and undressed and tossed her clothing into the basket stuffed in the small opening underneath the bathroom sink. Once that was done she took a few minutes to run the shower and adjust the water's temperature before then finally stepped into the shower and slumped a little bit against the wall.
Why do I feel so damned tired? She wondered as she reached up to push her wet hair back from her face. She felt like she'd been run over by a runaway train. Repeatedly.
Her bones ached, her muscles hurt, she felt dizzy... Bracing a hand against the wall, she tried to get her bearings but everything only wound up spinning once she moved.
"Oh shit," She rasped out once she realized that she was about to collapse. She didn't have any time to grab onto anything or move herself to a less...unforgiving surface before her legs gave out and she fell to the floor of the shower in a heap. Her head smacking into the tile hard enough to cause stars to fill her vision before everything went black.
Toshinori heard the loud noise from the living room and automatically jerked himself awake in response to it and took a moment to scan the room before remembering where he was and why.
He was in Ichigo's apartment. And she was about to start going into heat.
Muttering a few choice words under his breath he pushed himself up and then climbed off of the couch so that he could go and investigate the source of the loud sound. He didn't expect her to be awake at..whatever time it currently was. So after checking the kitchen and living room areas for whatever could have made that loud sound he then made his way to her bedroom.
And to be perfectly honest he was too damned tired to bother with any niceties at the moment. So he didn't bother trying to knock before entering her bedroom.
Upon finding her bed empty some part of his brain seemed to kick into overdrive and worry flooded him along with a bit of fear. She couldn't have left the apartment without sneaking past him, and despite how much he needed to rest at the moment- he wasn't much of a heavy sleeper. So he was sure that he would have noticed her leaving if she did.
Moving around her bedroom he took the time to check her window- it was still locked- so that wasn't the source of the noise that he'd heard. And then he checked her closet and underneath her bed. He wasn't sure what to feel when his searches in both turned up empty.
Which only left...her bathroom.
Walking over to it, he took a moment to press his ear against the door to see if there was anything amiss and heard the shower running. Sighing slightly in relief, he pulled back from the door and then knocked.
"Ichigo? Hey, are you alright in there?" Maybe she had dropped a shampoo bottle or something and was worried to make anymore noise for fear of waking him. Maybe that was why she wasn't making any sound.
Or... Some more logical part of his mind whispered ominously. Something is wrong and she can't answer you.
"Ichigo?" He said her name a little bit louder and then pressed his ear back to the door just in time to catch a muffled whimper. Gritting his teeth he moved back and a tad bit and then kicked the door in so that he could reach her. After all if something was really, really wrong then he couldn't just stand around and waste precious time.
The door came down far easier than it should have, but that didn't matter to him any. The second that it hit the floor, he stepped into the small bathroom and froze up for a second as he caught sight of her lying on the floor of the shower.
His heart thudded frantically in his chest in panic.
She looked...unconscious. Her skin was almost an sickly white shade.
What's wrong with her? Is she starting her heat? He wondered as his hands started to shake. He took a quick step forward, his breath escaped him in a long drawn out hiss as he dropped the floor next to the shower, and reached out almost hesitantly before slipping a large hand underneath her head and quickly tugged her up off of the floor.