After dinner, Toshinori politely thanked Mizuki for the meal and even stood outside of her apartment door, watching her with an indulgent look on his face as she pulled several tupperware containers out of her cabinet and fixed him some food to take home with him since he had accidentally let it slip earlier during dinner that he rarely managed to eat anything homecooked. What with him being a bachelor and all.

Upon being handed a plastic bag full of said containers, he couldn't help but smile indulgently at her as she politely bid him goodnight and safe journey.

Despite the heaviness of conversation earlier the two had somehow managed to regain the companionable feeling that had been between them before their more serious talk had occurred. Probably because neither of them wished to know just how much the conversation had left them feeling vulnerable, and upset.

Toshinori could understand this.

In Mizuki's world, which he was now beginning to see was very much like his own in some regards- such vulnerability was a liability that could get you killed. And while she wasn't a pro hero or anything, he knew that she was likely falling back on some sort of emotional training that she had received so that she could partially remain emotionally distant while collecting vital information from him while letting him know what she felt he should about her.

In some ways it was much like a trust exercise. To build trust, one had to take a blind leap of faith. It was a simple matter of give and take, and yet it was so much more. Especially when Toshinori knew deep down that Mizuki likely didn't trust anyone, least of all him just yet.

Of course knowing this made his heart ache even more.

He couldn't imagine- or rather, he didn't want to imagine what sort of things she had been through while growing up to become the way that she was today. He was sure that if he did know...the knowledge would likely, viciously, turn his stomach.

Running a hand though his long-ish golden blond hair, he sighed heavily as he thought about what to do next. The information she had given him about her Jagan ability was interesting. Very, very interesting.

He had never in his life heard of such an ability. So canceling the sparring match between herself, Shota and himself was out. If only to see how her abilities worked up close. However he wasn't totally sure anymore that the spar was absolutely necessary.

There had to be another way to do what needed to be done and see her ability in action.

As it was, once he went before the Hero's Association Committee to speak to them about her, she would be placed on a sort of unknown (only to her) probation period to make sure that she wasn't actually a villain trying to play them so that they would drop their guard around her.

It wasn't as if such a tactic hadn't been used before, after all.

Deciding to drop by another friend's place for a visit before heading home, he turned around and started walking back the way that he had come at a much brisker pace. His only thoughts were to see Nezu since he was on the Hero's Association Committee as well as a principal at U.A high school.

If he could manage to get the mutant dog to hear him out about some of the special circumstances of Mizuki's arrival and background then perhaps he could see to it that instead of some sort of lengthy probation period, she could be placed under his watchful eye.

But the only way that that would be happening was if she wound up going to U.A as a student.

And yeah, maybe she was a little bit too old for hero training, but since she already knew how to wield her power- maybe she could be a student teacher or something? Her knowledge of the world and how a villains mind worked could come in handy at some point down the road.

Even he would be the first to admit that much.

Especially if said knowledge was incorporated into a lesson for the students that she could be helping to teach.

Nezu was in the middle of his pre recorded soaps when he smelled Toshinori coming up the hall of the apartment complex towards his door. Sighing because he had had a long day of work today, and because he didn't exactly appreciate being disturbed when he was watching his soaps before bed, he paused the video and went to open the door before the man could knock so that he could see what had brought him around to his neck of the woods so late.

Jumping up slightly, he twisted the knob on his door and let it swing open a little bit just as Toshinori was raising his hand to knock on his door.

Freezing, because he didn't exactly know what had just happened, and hoping fervently that the door wasn't broken, he waited until Nezu poked his furry pinkish little face out at him before doing a double take. What the- Why was Nezu's fur pink?

"Nezu?"

"Yes."

"Nothing I was just checking. May I come in? There are a few things in which I would like to speak with you about."

"Of course, come in my friend." The little...dog/bear/mutated mouse said as he stepped back some to allow Toshinori into his home before asking him if he would like something to drink. Toshi politely turned him down and tried badly not to gawk at the normally snow white furred creature as he took in the patches of pink on one arm, but not the other before finally asking Nezu, "W-What happened to your fur?"

Nezu paused half way across the living room of his home for a moment, a low growl escaping him in his annoyance at being reminded of what had happened to him earlier today on his way home. His fur bristled slightly as his ire built and he spat, "Damned Peta."

"Peta?" Toshi muttered to himself with a small frown as he thought, The animal activist group? What the hell did they do to him? Then again knowing Nezu as I do- what the hell did he do to them for ruining his fur? You know what, on second thought, never mind.

"Come sit down, Toshi. I have a feeling that you will be here for a while."

"You're probably right," Toshinori said as he made his way over to one of Nezu's chairs and took a seat before saying, "First of all, thank you for seeing me like this. I know that you dislike being disturbed after work like this. But I wanted to speak to you immediately and putting it off would have only made things more difficult since I might have forgotten what it was that I wished to speak to you about..."