It had been several hours since the attack on USJ and the return trip back to his home with the woman that he had kidnapped from the school. And he had learned as much in those few hours as he possibly could about his second soulmate.
One of them being the name of his woman, Lisa Hart. A name that was both lovely and endearing.
She was an American whom had been offered a teaching position at U.A straight out of college two months ago as a assistant teacher to some of the pro-hero's and their classes despite the fact that she had no quirk of her own in which to contribute more to the school with.
She was twenty three. Alone in the world, ever since the deaths of her parents and one sibling via car crash one month ago while they had been in Japan to visit her.
And somewhere between their somewhat flashy exit from the school and reappearing in his home- she had been so utterly nervous/ flat out terrified about what was going to happen to her that she must have fainted or something because she hadn't been conscious when he'd set her down on his couch to speak with her a little bit.
Which was...unfortunate, and more than a little bit disappointing.
But not entirely unheard of given who he was.
Besides, he was a grown man, he'd manage to occupy himself easily enough until she awoke again. Deciding to do a few things that she likely wouldn't like while she was out of it and not able to kick up much of a fuss, he'd used his time well. Or at least he thought so anyways.
He'd bathed her, and treated her injuries (yes that was one of the things that she likely wouldn't appreciate- especially since it meant seeing her naked- but it was kind of necessary) to familiarize himself with her body so that he would always know just how much strength he could and could not use with her if he needed to study her body in an somewhat more personal manner. Now don't get him wrong or anything he wasn't an abusive person towards women, so don't misunderstand him or his motives, he merely needed the knowledge on hand. Especially in instances where he would have to protect her from immediate harm.
The last thing he needed in the heat of a battle with some cocksucker was to grab her wrong and accidentally snap/rip something important in half/off of her and leave her, bloody and screaming in agony while he tried to fight someone off.
She could die if something like that happened.
And he wouldn't lie, he'd heard of soulmates doing just that to their other half in times of great stress and duress and by god he was not going to be one of those fucking people.
He had already lost one soulmate to his own ignorance and stupidity before dammit. He would not lose this one too. He simply couldn't afford to. Her existence was so very, very important to both his survival and his sanity.
Not when he had finally grown so very, very, very tired of being alone.
Once he was done bathing her and calculating the size of her clothing, he made a special call to one of his-er, past conquests and asked her to go buy some women's clothing, makeup, perfume, lotion and anything else that she could think of.
And before hanging up, he told her that he'd pay her back- but only if the shit was tasteful. And made it semi sound like a threat just to make things clear to her- that just because she liked looking like a whore didn't necessarily mean that he wanted his woman looking, and smelling like one. Especially around his underlings.
It might give them terrible ideas that his woman was up for grabs when she wasn't.
And if anyone other than him dared to lay a finger on her in such a way- he would gouge out their eyeballs and eat them while they screamed...
Once he had Lisa's body wrapped in one of his large fluffy towels, he then carried her to his bedroom and held her carefully against his chest as he looked for something that she could temporarily wear before settling on a soft grey light cotton T-shirt and quickly dressing her in it before he put her to bed in his beyond large bed so that she could rest more comfortably while he did a few more things.
Like set up a makeshift desk in his room and get on his computer to look up more info on her, cook dinner for them both, and take care of a few other things. Like acquiring a wedding license, and a ring.
Okay, he knew that that was certainly jumping the gun a bit. Especially since he very much doubted that she would simply wake up in his bed, ask if he was really her soulmate and upon confirmation simply jump into his arms and let him have her.
He snorted softly at how even after all of these years, and all of the horrible things he had done- some part of him still remained a romantic at heart. Even if said heart was more than a little bit twisted.
He must have sat in the dimly lit room for more than another two hours after he had sat down when he felt the first stirrings of consciousness begin to tug at his soulmate's mind and slowly stood up to move himself to where she could see him better.
Sitting at the foot of the bed, he rested his large hands in his lap and waited patiently as he watched her eyelids flutter, once, twice- and then finally open as a soft groan escaped her. She lay there for several moments, unmoving, before finally seeming to realize that she wasn't where she had been before.
Much less anyplace familiar to her.
Slowly sitting up in the bed, she slowly rubbed at her eyes for a moment before seeming to sense him through their bond and dropped her hand to see his smiling face as he said in greeting, "Hello darling."