If Ichigo was bothered by Toshinori's seven foot something, muscular figure trailing along after her like a lost puppy, she never let on. Much less said anything about it. But then, he wondered what exactly she was supposed to say about having his All Might form following her around anyways.

He supposed that she could have asked him what the hell he was doing. But since she didn't, he figured that she already knew.

The whole time he'd been following her since earlier, he'd seen her falter and stagger a little bit here and there. And to be perfectly honest, his protective instinct was starting to really ride him hard here.

"Miss?"

"Hn?"

"Would you like some help getting to the nearest doctor or clinic?" He found himself asking. Hoping against hope that she might let him do something to help her since he was getting fed up with watching her damn near collapse every few minutes or so.

"No thanks," She said. "I have to go to work."

"But- You aren't in any condition to!" He found himself arguing, inwardly cringing a little bit at how childish his tone must have sounded to her.

She absently waved a hand at him but kept walking. The stubborn little mule. He thought in annoyance as she started to stagger again a little bit. He let out an uncharacteristic growling sound and promptly reached out and scooped her up in his arms.

"Hey!" She yelped as she found herself settled in the crook of one insanely huge arm and squirmed in an effort to get him to put her down.

"Stop. Moving." He snapped at her in a warning tone that practically screamed of temper as he used his free hand to firmly push her torso against his chest and continued walking as if he hadn't just picked her up and was now forcing her to let him carry her around like a fucking doll.

She huffed and against her better judgement, rested her head on his shoulder as she muttered sullenly. "You're a lot nicer in the videos that I've seen." Which he supposed was her way of telling him that he wasn't very nice at all in person.

Which was just a tad bit offensive considering that he was trying to help her.

"I am nice," Was all that he could think to say to her. She snorted and stifled a yawn as he suddenly asked, "Did you not get any sleep at all last night?"

"Hn? No. After one of my new co-workers walked me home, I was attacked." She said in a drowsy tone. Totally missing the way that he nearly tripped over his own feet upon hearing her words before he went totally and utterly still.

"Attacked? By who?" He asked, his voice taking on a dangerously low rumbling growling quality.

"Doesn't matter..." She said tiredly. "I took care of em. Not before they knocked me through a wall and gave me a concussion though... And I fell down some stairs earlier too." He sucked in a breath and turned his head a little bit to look at her. Noting that she looked barely a second away from falling asleep on him.

"Are you hurt?" He asked curiously wondering if maybe the concussion from the attack coupled with her trip down the stairs that she'd just mentioned had somehow made her worse off.

He kept expecting her to say something. In fact he was pretty much waiting on her to reply in some manner. However a small puff of warm breath against the side of his throat indicated that if he continued to wait then he'd be doing so for a while.

The blasted girl had fallen asleep on him.

Huffing softly, he brought a large hand up to carefully cover her head and then took off running again. Deciding that it might be in her best interests if he went ahead and took her somewhere where she could get looked at. And since she was so dead set on U.A, then he'd simply take her there and let Recovery Girl take a look at her while he went to inform Nezu of her present condition that way she wouldn't get into any trouble for not showing up.

Toshinori found himself in a peculiar position once Recovery Girl was finished checking over and healing Ichigo. Since the girl was found to be so exhausted, Recovery Girl had put him in charge of watching over her for the day.

Or at least until she woke up, anyways.

Which was a little bit problematic, considering that he had at least two classes to teach at two very different times today. But whatever. He'd figure out what to do about that when the time came.

For the moment, he was just sitting in his office working on his computer while the girl slept curled up on her side on his couch, underneath his jacket. And from time to time, despite not consciously meaning too, his blue eyes strayed from the computer screen to Ichigo.

And then he would frown because he had no damned idea why his eyes kept straying away from his work and over to the girl. Sure she was pretty cute when she was asleep and all but- he just didn't understand. What exactly was so frigging fascinating about her while she slept anyways?

He forced his eyes away from her and back to his work. And sat there trying to type something out for about an hour before finally sighing in annoyance and jumping to his feet and pacing around restlessly. He didn't get it. What was the draw here?

It had to be something, but for the life of him he couldn't seem to figure it out.

Turning on his heel, he walked over to the couch and peered down at the sleeping girl through slightly narrowed eyes for a moment. Before then reaching out and very gently placed two of his fingers underneath her chin and tilted her head back on her neck some. And nearly jumped out of his damned skin when he felt her breath ghost across his palm and the inside of his wrist.

Okay, he took back his earlier thought. Ichigo was more than just pretty.

Just like he'd thought the previous evening, she was a shockingly lovely young lady. And he wasn't quite sure why he was acting the way that he was, but he could already hazard a slight guess that his behavior either had something to do with his concern for her after their conversation earlier. Or it stemmed from something else entirely.

Hormones….maybe?

He'd be lying if he didn't say that he'd had a few interesting dreams about her last night once he'd gone to bed. They'd certainly been interesting enough for him to attempt to try and forget about them, and any discomfort and anxiety that they had elicited.

He blamed the combination of alcohol and their little 'relationship' talk. Maybe even some of her mentioned sexual preferences too.

Lord knew that hearing her talk about what she liked in a sexual partner had made him a tad bit hot under the collar. Which was also a tad bit unusual for him. Especially since he didn't normally react to things that he was normally desensitized too because of some of his...more troublesome female co-workers.

Still...it troubled him somewhat that he was acting oddly because of her. Even more concerning was whether or not it was intentional on her part.

Absently brushing his thumb across her slightly parted lips, he stared at her for another moment and then abruptly released her with a curse and went back to his pacing. All while wondering when he'd become such a dirty minded bastard.

If he could manage to keep himself busy either until she woke up or he had to go and teach, then he could abandon her and not return to his office again for the rest of the day.

It sounded easy in theory.

But the time couldn't pass quickly enough to suit him.