After their food arrived and they'd both eaten something, Toshinori had just finished putting the leftovers away and returned to the bedroom to try and get some more rest. And found Ichigo already curled up on the bed looking thoughtful.
"What's on your mind?" He asked as he climbed onto the bed and stretched out next to her on his side.
"A little bit of everything, I guess." She muttered as she turned onto her side so that she was facing him. He rose up on an elbow and studied her face as he waited for her to elaborate a bit. But when she seemed to get lost in her own thoughts again he felt he had to ask to get her attention again.
"Like what?"
"Oh... I-I'm kind of worried about work and some other stuff. Like, what's safe to do now and what I really need to avoid- work wise. Cause I sometimes get jobs where I work with poisons and stuff."
"Avoid those, please."
"I know, I will." She promised him before going on to say, "I also have some music gigs coming up soon that I need to do some prep work for, before the big day. And I think at least one of them is for a gala of some sort. So I can't exactly ditch even if something happens and I wind up bleeding and broken." He made a weird growling sound and tightened his hold on her somewhat.
"Also I need to set aside some money for the beginnings of a college fund for our baby. But I can't make up my mind between five thousand dollars to start with. Or maybe something closer to ten?"
He hummed as he reached out and absently ran his fingertips along one of her eye brows as a soft sigh escaped him before he said. "Sounds like your thinking of everything at once."
"I like to plan. And every plan needs to have at least ten or more contingencies."
"I can set up the college fund up for the baby, if you want." He offered before asking, "And I don't know much about music, but I have a co-worker/friend who does. He's really, really good at it too. Maybe I could ask him to meet up with you and help you iron out some details for the performances?"
She gave him a small, tentative smile at the offer and buried her face against his bare chest. "If he's okay with it, then I'd be happy for the help. It would give me less to worry about for the time being anyways." He hummed again as he slipped his arms around her slender body and pulled her as close to him as the both of their bodies would allow.
"I'll ask him sometime tomorrow then since I need to check in with my boss anyways. He's probably wondering if I'm still alive or if you've sucked me dry already."
She didn't know what to say to that aside from. "Okay..."
"Anything else?"
"I need clothing to wear too. Nothing much, you could probably pick something up from my apartment. But some clean clothing, panties, bra, socks, pants, shoes and a shirt. Unless you want me to take off with one of yours."
He sniggered quietly at the idea of her wearing one of his shirts outside for any reason- she practically swam in the one that she was wearing now- and run his fingers through her hair. As he slowly said, "I don't mind if you take one. But if you really need one of your own, then I'll get one for you."
"I also need to figure out what to do with the apartment..."
"Not tonight, you don't-" He said with a wide yawn. The moment that he managed to get it out of the way and close his mouth again he muttered, "We're both tired. Let's sleep a bit more and then when we're both rested we'll talk about what to do with it."
"But-" She started to protest when she heard him say her name in a warning tone. His voice taking on a rumbling quality as she felt him take hold of one of her ears between his fingers and lightly tug on it in silent reprimand. She huffed at him, but didn't say anything else once he let go of her ear and finally went completely still.
He managed to drift back to sleep while she was stuck awake, and fretting over the future.
Toshinori slept like a rock until nearly nine thirty that morning before finally waking up. And when he did, he was alone. The bed next to him was cold to the touch, indicating that Ichigo hadn't been in bed with him for quite some time.
Quickly rolling out of bed, he went to look for her. Hoping that she hadn't left the apartment sometime during the night, and found her in the kitchen fixing some food to go with the leftovers from the night before.
"Ichigo? What are you doing up?" He asked as he walked up behind her and looked her over. Trying to figure out if something was wrong or not.
"I couldn't go back to sleep." She muttered as she looked at him over her shoulder. He frowned at her a little bit and then before she realized what he was doing, he swept her off of her feet, causing her to yelp as he removed her form the kitchen and set her in a seat at the island that separated both the kitchen and the living room.
"Stay there." He said quietly as he then backed away so that he could finish cooking whatever she had on the stove and paused for a moment upon seeing several plates piled high with stuff and decided to make them both something to drink before he looked too closely at anything.
Luckily for them, he had had the kitchen stocked up on a little bit of everything. Which meant that they had more than a wide variety of stuff to choose from.
"Would you like juice? Or tea?" He asked after several moment or so as he checked out the food still cooking.
"Juice is fine." Came her tired reply. He nodded his head and took a moment to turn the heat down on the stove since the food looked done anyways and then set about fixing her drink. His eyes kept straying occasionally to the foods that he'd noticed both on the stove and on his counter.
He was just a tad bit surprised to find that Ichigo had been making them both an little bit of an American style breakfast to eat with their left overs. Eggs over easy, bacon, some medium rare steak with some cooked veggies. Peppers and diced tomatoes with some chives, a touch of garlic and onion mixed in. And a side of pancakes covered in powdered sugar and blueberries.
It had been ages since he'd had anything like it. So naturally he was excited to have the chance to eat it since he hadn't been aware that Ichigo even knew any American dishes.
And then turned his attention to the plates sitting on his counter and blinked at the contents.
Ichigo had been busy since he'd fallen asleep. Very, very busy from the looks of things. He'd never seen so much food inhabiting his kitchen before.
And that was really saying something since he often celebrated American holidays like Thanksgiving, Christmas, and even New Years. And tended to entertain more than thirty or so people per holiday.
Along with the cooking American dishes she had also made some more traditional Japanese dishes as well. Dishes like red miso soup and some handmade butter rolls, cookies, and even several different flavored kanten desserts! Orange flavored ones, strawberry flavored ones, lemon flavored ones, green tea flavored ones, and peach flavored ones too from the looks of things.
There were so much of them that he wasn't sure what to do with them all. He knew that he'd not be able to eat any beyond a small portion here or there. He had no clue if Ichigo actually liked sweets to such a degree.
And even if she did, there was no way at all that she'd be able to eat all of this herself anyways.
At least not without making herself really sick for a few days. Maybe he could take some to work with him and share with his co-workers. Aizawa alone would love to get some.
The man had a sweet tooth like no one that Toshinori had ever seen before.
"Ichigo? Sweetheart, w-what are we supposed to do with-" He motioned to the sweets on his counter with a hand and watched as she sort of perked up a little bit in her seat.
"I was thinking of trying to go out in a little bit and maybe taking some of the sweets to...some kids in my neighborhood," He blinked at her, his heart thudding in his chest as he wondered if she was speaking of the children that had been homeless. "They don't have a whole lot in the way of food and goodies and stuff. So whenever I start stress baking/cooking, I try to make as much extra as I can to share with them."
Ah, so she was talking about the children after all. He thought idly as he went ahead and opened his fridge and paused in disbelief when he some more sweets in a few plates stuffed inside.
"Uh-huh." Was all that he could think to say as he grabbed some orange juice and some grape juice out of the fridge before he closed it and went back to his task.
Once he finished, he put the juice cartons away, once again taking a moment to eye the sweets in his fridge almost suspiciously as if they were going to come to life and try and eat him or something. Shaking his head, he closed the fridge and grabbing Ichigo's glass and taking it to her.
She gave him a grateful smile as he set it down in front of her before going on to say, "I haven't checked on them in days. And I'm worried that something might have happened to them."
Toshinori did his best not to flinch, considering he hadn't checked his phone in the past few days for updates on said children, and suddenly felt bad about that fact. And also because Ichigo was worrying herself needlessly.
Holding up a finger, he went and turned the stove off since they'd be eating soon anyways and then went to the bedroom and grabbed his cell phone and then returned to the kitchen and quickly pulled up everything on the kids and handed the phone to her so that she could see it as he brushed by her to go ahead and fix their plates.
While he busied himself doing that Ichigo was scrolling through the pictures and updates that he'd been sent from day one of removing the kids from the streets, and couldn't stop the overwhelming sense of relief that she felt at knowing that the children were safe and sound and being treated with care.
They were happier than she'd seen a lot of them in a long time.
She could tell because almost every picture Toshinori had on his cell was of them laughing and playing and hanging out with some of the pro-heroes that she'd heard of here and there. They weren't cold. They weren't starving.
I didn't lose anymore of them to illness or exposure. I don't have to bury anymore babies in secret. She couldn't stop the prickling of tears welling up.
Toshinori lingered across the room longer than was necessary, and occasionally cast her a cautious look because he didn't know if she would feel angry at him for maybe overstepping or crossing some invisible line in some way or-
"Thank you." Her voice was so quiet that he barely even heard her at first. But she repeated the same words louder the second time that she said them.
"Huh?" He said unintelligibly as he turned to look at her for a moment.
He wasn't sure what made him freak out the most, the fact that she was crying or the fact that she wouldn't look at him. Walking over to her, he knelt down to see if she was oaky and was nearly knocked over when she suddenly fling herself out of her seat and hit him square in the chest and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Omph!"
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" She said as she cried against his shoulder. He just sat there stupidly for a moment before finally seeming to snap out of his funk enough to bring his arms up and wrap them around her and just held her until she finally managed to calm down enough to let him go and move back a little bit.
"Are you alright now?"
"Yeah," She hiccupped as she wiped her face with her hands. "Yeah, I'm okay now." She said before asking, "W-Would it be okay if we went to see them?"
He nodded his head.
"Of course, well go see them after we eat and I get you some decent clothes. I mean, you did make them those sweets. It would be terrible if they went to waste after so much effort and care was put into them. Right?"