Cat's Rule the world.... since when?!

Breakfast Rebellion

If they serve me bland food again, I'm done.

I was already feeling better after the run. My body was warm, and my head was a little clearer. Kirishima might've been impressed by my speed, but I wasn't sticking around just to get congratulated. I needed food. Real food.

But, of course, nothing ever goes the way I hope.

I hadn't even gotten halfway back to my room before Sero showed up, leaning casually against the doorframe.

"Morning, Midoriya!" he called through the door. "Bakugo sent me to get you for breakfast. Let's go!"

I groaned and rubbed my temples. Breakfast. Right. I hadn't exactly forgotten about yesterday's "meal"—if you could call it that—but I had definitely hoped today would be different. Maybe Bakugo got the memo that I wasn't about to eat whatever weird slop they were serving.

Yeah, wishful thinking.

"Be right there," I mumbled, not really excited about it.

I followed Sero down the hall to the dining room. It was just as grand and ridiculous as the rest of the mansion, with a long table, elegant chandeliers, and fancy silverware that looked way too expensive for anyone to actually use. The others were already there—Kirishima, Mina, and Bakugo. Great.

I took a seat at the end of the table, and sure enough, there it was. Another bland, grey-looking plate of... mush. It was like déjà vu from last night, only worse. This time, it came with a side of something out of a tin can.

Nope. 

Nope, 

nope, 

nope.

I stared at the plate in front of me, my stomach churning. The consistency looked like wet cardboard, and it smelled like... well, nothing. Not even a hint of spice or seasoning. Just this weird, tasteless blob of whatever they thought humans ate here.

I glanced down the table, where the others were already digging into their food. Real food. Food with color, texture, and actual flavor.

Meanwhile, I was stuck with whatever this was. 

Healthy?

 Sure, maybe.

 But edible? 

Definitely not.

"Uh, is this seriously breakfast?" I asked, looking up at Sero, who'd sat down next to me.

He blinked at me, surprised. "Yeah, Bakugo said you should have something light. It's, uh, good for pets?"

I'm not a freaking pet.

I pushed the plate away, shaking my head. "I'm not eating that."

The room went quiet, everyone turning to look at me like I'd just thrown a chair through a window. Bakugo's eyes narrowed, and Mina raised an eyebrow.

"What's wrong with it?" Sero asked, genuinely confused. "It's supposed to be healthy."

"It's supposed to be awful," I corrected. "I'm not eating this... whatever this is. I'm a human, not some mindless body you can throw canned food at."

Bakugo snorted, clearly irritated. "It's what pets eat here. Deal with it."

Nope. 

Not happening.

I stood up, ignoring the way Bakugo's glare burned holes into the back of my head. "I'm not eating it. If you want to treat me like a pet, then I'll just starve, thanks."

I didn't wait for a response. I stood up turned on my heel and walked out, leaving my plate untouched on the table. Let them figure out what to do with that.

As I made my way back to my room, my stomach growled in protest, but I ignored it. I wasn't going to cave. Not to them, and definitely not to that excuse for a meal. I'd rather go hungry than be treated like some helpless animal.

When I got back to my room, I slammed the door shut behind me and collapsed onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling. My mind was racing, but my body was just tired. Exhausted, actually. The running, the fighting, the constant confusion—it was all catching up to me.

I'm not a pet. 

I'm not.

I tried to tell myself that, over and over, but this whole situation was starting to wear me down. They weren't treating me like a person. They were treating me like... like a possession. Like I wasn't capable of making my own decisions or knowing what was best for myself.

I didn't train my whole life, didn't get into UA, just to end up here. 

In this world, where cats rule and humans are treated like second-class citizens.

I sighed, rubbing my face with my hands. It was ridiculous. All of it. I was supposed to be a hero, or at least on my way to becoming one. But instead, I was stuck here, fighting for basic rights like food. What kind of hero couldn't even get a proper meal?

If Bakugo thinks I'm just going to roll over and play along with this "pet" nonsense, he's got another thing coming.

But the truth was, I didn't know how to fix this. I didn't know how to get out of here, or if that was even possible. I'd saved a cat, gotten hit by a car, and now I was trapped in a mafia mansion with a bunch of cat-people who didn't think I was capable of making my own choices.

My stomach growled again, louder this time, but I ignored it.

Not giving in. 

Not eating that garbage.

I glanced around the room, feeling restless again. There had to be a way out of this mess. Some way to prove to them that I wasn't just a pet, that I was still a person with my own mind. But for now? I needed a plan.

And a real breakfast.