Toshinori is a little bit...weird in this chap.

He's still a sweetheart, just super worried about Ichigo living away from him while pregnant and it's making him act out. And throw weird tantrums.

Over the course of next few days both of them went about trying to find a place for Ichigo to move into close to where Toshinori lived. Toshi would have preferred a place for her right next to his own home. But she had vetoed that suggestion on the premise that they would wind up tripping over each other far too often.

He wasn't entirely sure why she had that idea.

But he didn't bother to argue with her any since she was probably right anyways. Especially since if she did move in next to his home, he'd probably make an absolute and utter nuisance of himself by going over to her home everyday.

Hell, even he knew that he'd be there every hour if he thought that she'd let him get away with it any. Which she probably already knew and that was why she refused to move in next to his home.

Which was….terrible. He wasn't going to act like it wasn't no matter how immature it seemed. It. Was. Terrible. And nothing that Ichigo nor anyone else did or said would ever convince him otherwise. So there.

So, here he was walking through a nice, cozy cottage style two story house that was for sale. It was located like a block from his own home. But with Ichigo in her current condition- if anything ever happened while he wasn't around- a mere block could feel like a stretch straight into forever to him.

Especially if she was hurt and called him for help.

This insane scenario played over and over in his head and damned near drove him crazy with worry. Causing him to make a huge list of pro's and con's to present her with upon the next moment that they had alone.

In the meantime, he was totally dead set on hating the house that they were currently checking out. Which was both incredibly hard to do- especially when he kept catching Ichigo's 'kid on Christmas morning' expression- and not. It was stupid, but he kept feeling these bizarre surges of jealousy every time he caught her fingers ghosting along a piece of furniture.

Is it even possible to be jealous of furniture? He wondered to himself before deciding that he was being ridiculous.

"I love this house." Ichigo said once she finished inspecting the room that they were both currently standing in. "It's perfect! It has a yard, three rooms-" He grumbled, intent to not allow himself to act like a total pushover here. He was firmly set on having her move in next door to him and nothing at all was going to change his mind otherwise. "It's got a decent layout, a security system- I can already imagine myself living here." She said, sounding suspiciously more than just happy.

He gritted his teeth for a moment and cast his gaze around the room. Hating that she seemed to have already caught onto his shenanigans after dragging him to see two other houses. Although to be fair, he hadn't exactly been subtle about his intentions to begin with.

In fact he'd been incredibly bold about things. Even going so far as to push down a whole section of wall in the last home that they'd looked at and then declared it 'unsafe' due to a termite infestation and then grabbed her and ran.

He was pretty sure that the legal department at Might Tower was going to get a call from the person selling that house. But he didn't really think of that when he pushed the wall down.

"I think I'm going to see if I can talk the agent down some." She said, and he quickly stopped looking around the room and silently wishing that a meteor would strike the house and obliterate it, and looked at her. She was smiling so evilly right then that-

"You're fucking with me, aren't you?" He asked in dismay. Wondering when his girl had decided that playing with his mind like this was a good idea? He was literally one breath away from setting this place on fucking fire! And why the hell hadn't he realized that she was toying with him sooner?

He wasn't that unobservant. Was he?

Growling at her in a menacing manner, he took a step towards her only for her to laugh and quickly move back. He followed her, dogging her every step until he had her backed against the wall where he pinned her between it and his body.

"It's not nice to play games with me, Ichigo." He growled at her, the sound making his chest rumble as he leaned his head down so that he could press his mouth against her forehead. Taking a little bit of solace in the small amount of contact. "I've been literally dying to say something since we got here."

She sniggered at him. "I know. I've been waiting for you to explode for a while now."

He grunted and mumbled something about 'frigging witchy cat women' and then moved back a step or so and let her go so that he could continue to look around and hate the place.

What dark god did he have to pray to for that damned meteor to appear anyways? Satan?

"I know that you're set on me moving in next to your home. But I still firmly believe that not living right next door to you is a good idea."

"And why is that?" He demanded, sounding a little bit more annoyed than he meant to. Ichigo didn't react any to the harshness of his words any. In fact, she didn't even flinch. Which both pleased and vexed him immensely. But for very different reasons.

"Have you forgotten exactly who you are, Toshi?" She asked as she tilted her head to the side a little bit, her black furred ears twitching ever so slightly. He visibly flinched, because yeah- there for a moment he had sort of forgotten. Mainly because she treated him just like any other normal guy and not the former pro-hero that he was. "You used to be All Might. You know, the guy who has the press camping out on his front lawn everyday even now. Trying to get a peek at the everyday life of the man who was once the most respected and awe inspiring hero of all time."

Well crap, when she said things like that then he could definitely see why she didn't want to live right next to him. The press getting a picture of her- and inevitably the baby bump that she would be sporting in a few months- would be bad on so many levels. And not because he was ashamed of their relationship either.

He was a man who had enemies. A shit ton of them.

And having Ichigo's face, as well as her future baby bump plastered all over the news was just plain bad on so many frigging levels. Especially since someone would inevitably put two and two together and would likely announce their relationship to the world.

"What if I quite my job and the two of us move out of the city?" He said this with a hopeful note to his voice. However he hadn't really bothered to totally think it through.

There were like a million different reasons why that wouldn't happen. Like the fact that there wouldn't be any immediate help if anything happened.

Ichigo got chased by an animal and inevitably maimed or partially eaten- then there would be no way to get her any help in time. Both she and the baby would likely die.

"Never mind. That was a stupid suggestion." He said with a scowl, mentally kicking himself for not thinking that one through.

"It's not stupid, Toshi." She said as she walked over to him and wrapped her arms around his torso and tucker herself against his front and let out a contented purr. He huffed quietly and wrapped his arms around her, and felt some of his stress slipping away bit by bit. It was a slow process.

Like agonizingly so.

But he still appreciated her efforts to make him feel better anyways.

Finally he asked, "This isn't something that I can win, is it?"

"Nope."

Still clinging to what little bit of hope that he had left to convince her, he said. "This is a prime location for a house fire or meteor strike-"

"Toshinori." She said warningly. "If anything happens to my new home-"

He grimaced as he muttered sullenly. "Fine. I won't pray to the dark gods for a meteor," She made a feral sounding growl and released him so that she could pushed him a little bit. Earning an overly dramatic sigh from him as he mumbled, "And I won't call Endeavor to ask him to set the place on fire either." Before then adding in a determined tone. "But this doesn't mean that I've given up on getting you to live closer to me than...a block." He growled out the word block as if it were the vilest thing in the world earning a small headshake from her as she turned and then started towards the door to go find the agent.

The moment that she was gone, Toshinori huffed again and then tilted his head back so that he was looking up at the ceiling and idly wondered if he could get away with putting one of the dressers in the room through the ceiling.

Barely ten minutes later, he found himself being banned from the premises when the agent and Ichigo both caught him trying to push the dresser through the ceiling in the bedroom.

The agent was...understandably upset. I mean, he was trying to damage a home that the guy was trying to sell. He'd be pretty pissed too in his place, he supposed.

But Ichigo, she hadn't really seemed all that surprised by his actions. She'd merely given him a look and said, "Really Toshi?" And that was it.

He was still trying to figure out whether she was super mad at him or not for the stunt. So here he was, hanging out on the soon-to-be-front yard. Looking at the house as if he...well, to be honest he was still looking for that fucking meteor.

Seriously, what dark god did he have to talk to about that?

Were the dumbasses on a lunch break or something? I mean, how frigging hard could it be for a god- any god- to hurl a fucking meteor through space and destroy one measly little house?

Huffing in irritation at the whole damned situation, he stood there with a thunderous look on his face. Silently trying to see if he could will the damned thing to blow up or something when Ichigo came walking outside looking pleased with herself.

He growled and wondered if anyone would hold it against him if this once- he acted like a villain and did something way out of left field and utterly terrible. He could explain to any authorities his reasons. Hell he could even explain it to any judges that might get involved that it really was for the better that the event happened.

After all, if he had some sort of emotional melt down- what did everyone think would happen? He certainly wasn't going to frolic through the streets smiling and happy that's for damned sure.

"Okay, everything is all set! I put a nice down payment on the house and if things go through, then this will be my new home." Ichigo said happily as she walked over to him.

He grumbled a little but didn't really say anything. He was busy mentally screaming, WHERE IS MY GODDAMNED METEOR! As he wrapped an arm around her slender shoulders and started to lead her away.

"I'm glad that you found a place that appeals to you," Was really all that he could think of to say about it. And the words burned like acid on his tongue. Because that's what happened when he lied. "Do you mind if we go by a book store or something on the way back to the tower?" He asked out of the blue as an idea occurred to him.

If the gods didn't care to destroy the house then maybe-

"I'm planning to grab something to eat myself." Ichigo said before then tacking on sweetly, "And Toshi, while I don't care if you decide to go by the bookstore- if I find any dark alters or magic books lying around- I'll burn them in front of you."

He stiffened a little bit and gave her a slightly startled look. He opened his mouth to ask her how she had known what he was planning, but then abruptly shut it again to keep himself from getting into any more trouble than he already was and merely said, "Yes dear."

Ichigo gave him a slant eyed look and smiled a little bit.

And he could feel the beginnings of fear shooting chills down his spine. Crap, he was really in for it once they got back, wasn't he?