Toshinori glared at the two traitors that had stopped him from killing young Bakugo for harming young Midoriya by sedating and tying him up and tossing him in the corner closed to Izuku's slumbering form to keep him from kicking up too much of a fuss and disturbing her.

And while he wasn't doing any kicking and screaming like he wanted too. No matter how ridiculous it would appear for him to do so- he was still very angry about being stopped from removing young Bakugo as a threat to Izuku.

But what was more than that, was once he managed to simply settle down and stop glaring at Shota and Recovery Girl like he'd like to rip them a new one- he'd glanced towards Izuku to really look at the kid for once. And felt as if he'd been punched in the gut by his greatest enemy a hundred times.

It was one thing to be told that his heir was a girl, and another entirely to see it for himself. And oh man did he see it. Up close like this, he could see every feminine detail in her features that made him feel like all kinds of a fool for not noticing before hand.

I mean, sure he had always thought that Izuku was 'cute-ish' for a boy, but what he was seeing while she slept on the cot next to him was just fucking mind blowing.

For starters, Izuku's normally wild black-green curls was now straight looking mid back length silken strands that curled a little bit here and there at the tips. Her faintly freckled cheeks were flushed, her lips slightly parted, her normally warm kind eyes were rimmed red and puffy from no doubt crying.

Either because of the physical pain that she had had to endure or perhaps the mental pain and anguish that she had been put through for god knew how long. And that was the real kicker right there. This had been happening right under his nose, under the noses of Shota and her friends for three fucking months and there was no telling just how much goddamned damage she had really suffered.

Nor why she hadn't simply said something.

And that was the other kicker. The one that did the most damage to his pride as a man and a hero, and to his heart as someone who cared for her. He had trusted her implicitly with his secrets. And while she may have trusted him with some of her own- it was obvious that she hadn't trusted him with all of them.

And he simply didn't seem to understand why.

Why not tell? Why not make Bakugo stop what he was doing instead of letting it continue and suffering in silence for so long? Hearing a soft whimper from the girl cut off his train of thought and drew his undivided attention as he watched her shift slightly on the cot and hearing her hiss of discomfort as well as seeing her pained expression made his blue eyes widen somewhat in alarm and quickly caterpillar crawl himself closer to her and quickly settled himself against the side of the cot and made a soft hushing sound and then began to speak to her in a soft whispered tone.

Hoping to comfort her as she slept.

It took several moments, and each one tore at his heart- but finally she seemed to settle down again. His voice died down to a soft hum for several more moments just to make sure that she stayed asleep before he finally quieted completely and then sagged against the side of the cot, placing most of his weight on his shoulder as Recovery Girl made her way over and did a quick check on his b- er girl.

He meant to say girl.

Once she was done checking Izuku over, she moved away from the bed making a soft tsk-ing sound when his voice stopped her cold in her tracks.

"What will happen to young Midoriya now?"

Recovery Girl was quiet for a moment as she considered his question before then saying, "In all likelihood, depending on what is found to have happened- a court order guardian will be appointed to her. And she will need to go to a significant amount of counseling to help her remain functioning while she copes with the aftermath of this tragedy. She may also need to take some time off from school...e-especially if I find out later that she is now pregnant with young Bakugo's child."

If it was possible for Toshinori's face to become any paler- it did. The thought of his heir suffering such devastation at such a young age- not just the loss of her ability to function normally, but her ability to continue her schooling to become a hero due to pregnancy or something- the loss of her very dream... Gods, it would kill her.

The kid was reckless enough as it was with her dream- without it- she would have to be either placed on suicide watch or simply locked up in a mental hospital for who knows how long.

Once again he felt intense anger, hatred and rage bubbling up within him along with such a heart rending feeling of resentment and helplessness that all he could do was grit his teeth until it felt as if his teeth would shatter in his mouth. For once, he wished that they would.

This hurt like hell. Perhaps even more than the injury that he had sustained ten years ago.

Perhaps even more than his late master's death even.

"When will someone be appointed as her guardian?"

"Principal Nezu is working that out now in an effort to make things easier on her and everyone else."

"Fuck making things easier on everyone else- we should focus on her." Toshi said angrily earning an look of understanding form Recovery Girl as she said,

"Do not twist my words, Toshinori. You know that that wasn't what I meant. Her appointed guardian has to be someone that she trusts. Someone that she knows well and care for her current needs as well as the ones that may or may not pop up after this."

"Then tell Nezu to make me her guardian." He said in an eerily calm tone that had the woman staring at him as if he had just lost his mind.

"What?"

"Tell Nezu-"

"Toshi I know that you care for the child but you are hardly in your right mind right now." Recovery Girl said sternly as he growled at her and began to tick off the reasons why he would be best suited to be Izuku's legal guardian.

"I'm the most powerful man in the world. Literally in terms of physical strength and wealth and influence. I live in a nice home, with more than enough room for Izuku and ten other people. I have a majority of the best doctors, surgeons, and therapists- in the world on fucking speed dial. Do you really think it would be that difficult for me to get her an competent OBGYN if she needs it? If she needs a break form school- I could make sure that she does the paperwork elsewhere. If she wishes to continue training to be a hero regardless of her state of health- I can find a way to train her within the safety of my home without her falling behind. And most importantly of all, she knows me and trusts me. She knows that I would rather cut out my own heart than hurt her..."

Recovery Girl was quiet for another few moments as he stared her down, her gaze assessing him before she sighed and opened her mouth to say something only to have Aizawa cut her off and say, "He's right. All of those things are true and then some. Izuku would probably be more comfortable with him than anyone as far as guardian's go. And the two of them have a bond that's much different from that of a typical teacher/student bond. His nurturing presence in her life may be exactly what the kid will need to anchor her. To keep her sane."

Recovery Girl sighed again and looked between the two men for a moment before saying, "Very well. I'll make the suggestion. Though I doubt I'll be the first to bring your name up as a possible candidate."

"Thank you." Toshinori said in a soft tone as he turned his head back towards his girl and tried to tamp down on the nearly overwhelming urge to cry.

It wasn't long after that that he was finally untied and Recovery Girl and Aizawa left him sitting in a chair by Izuku's bedside while they went to do what they could to ease things for the girl. Leaving Toshi to his own vices.

He wasn't sure how long the others had been gone or how long he had just sat there, but it must have been a while. What little light from the one window across the room was beginning to fade to pink-orange when she finally showed some small sign of slowly regaining consciousness.

It began with a slight twitch in her fingertips, followed by a near full body spasm and a slow turn of her head that had him automatically leaning forward in his seat and beginning to reach out and place a hand on her head- but stopped at the last moment and simply hesitated. Uncertain of whether or not she would welcome his touch after today's events.

Finally after what seemed like forever to him, she slowly opened her eyes moss green eyes and looked at him for a moment, her expression was obscure for several moments before the glazed look in her eyes slowly began to disappear until she seemed to realize that he was really sitting there and then quickly bolted upright on the cot and just as quickly made a yelping sound and curled her body in on itself.

Her knees tight against her chest, her arms hugging her middle- and took several moments to just mutter several dark oaths underneath her breath. Making him cock his head slightly at her choice of language, yet said nothing about it given the fact that she must still be in pain.

He didn't exactly know how sexual assaults worked, though he had helped the police capture some serial rapists in his time. But he knew that the victim's condition usually varied from rapist to rapist- gods that doesn't even sound right in his head... Anyways, each person was different and each case unique.

He didn't know enough about Izuku's case to know how she had been assaulted or with what nor for how long. And those unknown fact troubled him considerably. Yet he knew that as disturbing as he found his lack of knowledge concerning his heir, he knew that knowing everything would prove to be even more disturbing to his already rankled mind.

Finally after several stuttering heartbeats, Izuku seemed to loose some of the tenseness in her body and he asked tentatively, "A-Are you alright my girl?"

She looked at him slowly, her green eyes- usually so warm and alight with happiness and joy- were so much dimmer now that it filled him with the urge to once again hunt young Bakugo down and murder the little bastard with extreme predjudice as Izuku slowly said in a slightly trembling tone, "You know?"

He wasn't exactly sure what she was referring to. The fact that she was a girl. The fact that she had been grievously injured- perhaps even irreparably so- or something else altogether. So he simply nodded his head and chose to stay silent for the moment.

Anything that he didn't already know, he could learn later on. When she was ready to speak of it.

She squeezed her eyes shut and lowered her head so that she was no longer looking at him and he watched in silent apprehension as her slender shoulders began to shake and a muffled sob reached his ears, causing him to quickly reach out and pull his heir into his arms and hug her.

The moment that he did so though, more heartbreaking sobs reached his ears as she began to cry in earnest and choke out between her sobs, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Causing him to only hold her a little bit tighter as her slender fingers grasped the fabric of his jacket while she continued to soak him in her tears and choke out apologies that she should not be making.