A while later the two of them sat curled up together on the floor eating some pizza that he'd ordered since for them since Ichigo had told him that she didn't want to move. And yeah, he could have cooked for them both- but why risk poisoning them with something that was clearly toxic and unfit for human consumption?

Especially since this was a much safer alternative.

So instead they'd ordered out again. After which he'd gone and collected a small variety of some of the sweets that she'd made as well as some drinks. And the two of them had made a small picnic area where they'd sat in their underwear and just relaxed until the pizza arrived.

"So- any ideas on what we should do now?" Ichigo asked as she took a bite of her bacon, ham, red onion, and cheese pizza. He frowned for a moment, unsure about what she meant before it clicked with him and he nodded his head in understanding.

This is going to be a somewhat stressful talk. He thought to himself as he licked some of the tomato sauce from his lips almost nervously. They would have to go over a multitude of things concerning their relationship (or lack there of) living arrangements, work, and other things.

"Where do you want to start?" He asked. She shrugged her shoulders slightly and frowned for a moment.

"What seems to be the most important subject at the moment?"

"Uh..." Was all that he could think of to say for several heartbeats as Ichigo snorted in amusement and shook her head at him before deciding to help him out a little bit.

"How about, relationship first?" She suggested. He snapped his mouth shut and took a deep breath as his anxiety levels spiked a little bit. "What do you want out of this? I mean, where do you see us in like two years or something?" She asked curiously.

"Well...with our baby, mostly. I mean, I can easily imagine us taking turns doing nighttime feedings, changing poopy diapers, running to the doctor every time our son-"

"We'll have a daughter." Ichigo said, cutting him off.

He blinked at her, and cocked his head to the side some and studied her for a moment. She sounded so sure that they would have a girl instead of a boy. Granted he didn't really care what gender the baby was as long as it was healthy.

But still...way to rain on his parade.

"You sound so sure."

"I am. Unless we wind up with twins. And then we'll probably have both a boy and a girl. Either way, I hope the baby has your eyes."

"My eyes?" He asked almost dumbly.

She hummed as she took another bite of her pizza, her tail twitching a little bit before she said, "They're pretty."

He gave her a goofy grin at the compliment and thought, She thinks my eyes are pretty! He liked her garnet colored eyes himself, and could easily imagine a little girl with the same colored ones and maybe blond hair like his, running around.

"Anyways," He said, deciding to pick up where he left off. "Taking our daughter to the doctor every time she gets the sniffles, coming home from work to tea parties, family dinners, birthday parties with a ton of rug rats running around screaming and laughing-"

"You're really in this for the long haul aren't you?" Ichigo asked, her tone was neither upset nor shocked. It was just...tinted with something unnamable for the moment.

"Is that a bad thing?"

"No. But it is somewhat helpful to know where you're coming from." She said.

"What about you? Where do you see us in two years?" He asked as he took another bite of his own food and waited patiently for her to respond.

"Well, I can see us and the baby- maybe a new house. One with a yard and a swing set and a seesaw that she would con us into playing on with her before dinner. Maybe a decent, steady job with flexible hours. Either something artsy, or musical. I'd teach her how to cook..."

"Do you want to get married?" He asked. Feeling that it was simply something that he should ask. She shrugged her shoulders again before slowly replying.

"I do. But...not right now. I kind of want everything to settle a bit more before I even think about marriage."

He nodded his head in understanding, able to read between the lines enough to tell that while marriage was something that she did want inevitably, they still didn't know each other well. And while they may seem compatible for the moment- it was mostly due to the fact that they were in a 'honeymoon' phase. Once it passed, there was no telling what would happen.

Some people tended to grow closer, and others simply drifted apart.

"Alright, so...what are we, seems to be the big question here?" He finally said as he looked at her. She locked eyes with him and set her pizza aside for the moment.

"What are we?"

"That is what I asked."

"I dunno. What do you think we should be? What are our options?"

"Well, since there's a baby on the way...and I'm sticking around to help raise it- we could be dating, partners-"

"I wouldn't know what to do with a boyfriend. But I'm not totally opposed to having one." Ichigo said seriously. Toshinori felt his face heat up some before asking weakly,

"S-So dating?"

"Sure. O-Okay." A million different thoughts filtered through his mind all at once. One of which was to change his Facebook status from single. Maybe take a picture of the two of them together to add to his timeline too. No- he had bigger concerns than that.

Focus, Toshinori. Focus!

"So what next?"

"Living arrangements, I think. You mentioned needing to think about what you wanted to do with your apartment."

"Yeah, I thought that with a baby on the way- that I might need to move somewhere with a little bit more room and stuff. My current apartment isn't exactly made for two people. Let alone three."

"Three?" He questioned.

"Yeah, I thought that even if we don't totally get the living arrangements hammered out- then I could look for a place with two extra rooms. One for the baby and the other for you."

"Are you asking me to move in with you?"

"No. But I wasn't sure about what you would feel comfortable with. So I wanted an extra spare room as an option just in case." He hummed, unable to totally squash down the feelings of disappointment as she went on to explain. "The whole reason for you to have a bedroom is because I think you're the kind of guy that doesn't like letting the person carrying his offspring out of his sight for very long-" She was giving him a pointed look. He gave her an unrepentant grin knowing that she was right. He was that kind of guy. Still, he held his tongue. "You would worry too much and feel the need to check on me and stuff."

Again, she wasn't wrong.

"So, the spare bedroom would be a compromise of sorts. It would allow us to take some time to live together for a little bit, like maybe a few days a week, and see if we'd drive each other totally and unbearably nuts. Also when we aren't sleeping beside one another it would give you a place to lay your head since my couch is short."

It was a pretty decent compromise as far as he could tell. A chance to get to know her in her own habitat without tripping over each other or driving each other crazy. The extra room would be good for their relationship too if either of them got upset with each other. Especially since it would allow them some extra space before they went for each other's throats.

"I could fix an extra room for you at my place too. You could even bring some of your clothes and stuff over that way you'll have them on hand."

"I was just about to suggest that. You could stay with me one weekend- maybe from Friday to Sunday- and I would stay with you the one after. I thought that it might be best to do this for a few months and see how things go. If all goes well then maybe after a few months we could try living together...fulltime. Ya know?"

"That's a good idea, sweetheart. Now, what about work? What do you want to do there?"

"Well aside from the upcoming music gigs...I don't really have anything planned as far as work goes. I was thinking of maybe doing some stuff at home-"

"Cooking stuff?" Toshinori asked hopefully as he popped a sweet into his mouth and then let out a groan. Oh my god, I think I just had a foodgasm. He thought as he slowly chewed the piece of sweet sugary goodness. "Oh god, please tell me that it's cooking stuff because these sweets are delicious."

"Uh...no." She said with a soft laugh at his ridiculously disappointed expression.

He let out a small whine, "What?! Why not? I bet you could make millions off of these little babies alone."

"As much as stress cooking helps me think, it isn't what I want to do with my life."

"Okay, that's fair. So what do you want to do?"

"Well, something artsy or musical. It's a tad bit difficult to pick between the two since I like both equally. But for the time being, maybe I could take up some artsy stuff as a hobby. Figure out what all I'm good at and go from there."

"You sure that you don't want to do anything cooking related? Cause I might be able to get you a job as a Home EC teacher. I know a bunch of kids at U.A. that need to learn how to cook without setting water on fire. Because unless they learn something- I fear for the future of heroes everywhere. Especially if those kids finally manage to set the world on fire."

Ichigo just laughed.