True to his word, Toshinori left her the moment that he was certain that she managed to doze off. But not before gently tucking her in to keep her from catching a chill from the lack of warmth that his body had been providing for her up until that point.
After which he decided to wander his home in much the manner that a ghost would. Existing yet not, watching and listening yet not. Truthfully he did it to try and sort himself out. He knew that he had most likely messed up any small sense of progress that he could have made tonight by his display of temper earlier.
He hadn't meant to, truly he hadn't. But he had become so furious that she wanted to leave him that for just a small moment there- his vision had bled to white with rage.
Finally after about an hour or so, he grew bored with 'haunting' his home and decided to try doing something else since haunting stuff like an actual ghost didn't really do anything to help him sort himself out and haunting was actually much, much harder than ghosts made it appear.
But he digressed.
Once he finished up his 'haunting' he went to the wine cellar and grabbed his favorite red wine and an eight ounce glass and then made a beeline for his office, where he fully intended to hole himself up inside, drink his wine until his mind was muddled and do shit to try and plan ahead for everything that Lisa will need until it's safe to take her out into public.
During the first and second glass- he was fine. Doing paper work for his men's bank accounts. After all, a happy villain was one that didn't come to kill you. And good money stolen from hero bank accounts- made for many, many happy villains that were on his payroll.
After the fifth glass- he was making food menu's for use when he was/wasn't around to see to Lisa's needs. They were meant more for those 'I'm not going to be home hon' situations, but he decided that he could probably implement them just in case he was trying to avoid her or something due to loosing his temper or perhaps even because he was busy with work.
And since he would have to avoid her for the next few days to let her calm down and begin adjusting to her new environment after which he would try to approach her again.
This time on his knees, with flowers and chocolates if he must.
By glass number nine- he was totally smashed (not that he was a lightweight or anything when it came to liquor) and had his head down on his desk while he was drunk emailing/texting some of his people some weird and random shit while he giggled at some of the funny emoji's some of them sent back to him along with their death threats if he didn't knock it the hell off.
Some people were so funny sometimes... Fuck, how did the weirdly colorful little faces and shit work again? He wondered as he began to press button after button until he blew his own phone up.
After that he had maybe half a glass more of his wine before his vision started to blur and he finally passed out. He woke up after three hours of sleep feeling nauseous, his head aching, his mouth so dry that it felt as if it had been stuffed by cotton.
Getting up from his desk, he dazedly shuffled out of his study and made his way silently, albeit a tad bit clumsily down the hall to his bedroom where he gently pushed the door open and peered in. Some part of him still vaguely aware of the treasure that he had hidden within the room despite the persistent pounding in his skull.
Looking towards the bed, he saw a silken curtain of red spilling across his royal blue cotton pillowcases and the small figure curled up underneath the covers.
Making a soft humming sound, he shuffled into the bathroom where he took something for his headache, brushed his teeth and then decided to strip down and take a long relaxing shower while his soulmate was still asleep and wouldn't be disturbed by his presence.
Once he was done with that, he grabbed a towel and peeked out at his Lisa again, just to make sure that she was still out of it, before then carefully and stealthily walking out of the bathroom and quickly gathering some clothing and then moved to leave the room.
Only to stop in the doorway upon feeling the sudden pull of his soul mark and abruptly turned around and made his way to the bed while he clumsily pulled on his boxers so that he would at least be covered.
Just in case.
And leaned down over Lisa's sleeping face and gently pressed a kiss to her temple. Satisfying his need to both be near her and to touch her for the time being before then quietly moving away and leaving the room to go implement those damned menu's he had spent so much time making the night before.
But since he would be avoiding Lisa for the time being, then perhaps he should do a little bit of shopping for her when he went out after breakfast. And maybe while he was out he could find some nice gifts for her that would earn him some brownie points.
His lady friend had brought her some clothing late last night.
But none of it screamed out to him, 'I'm All Might's'. In fact a vast majority of it was animal print and that was just tasteless and classless. He'd make sure to burn those items before he ever let any of them touch his Lisa's fair skin.