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

A Taste of Reality

I need food. 

Real food. 

Not whatever Kacchan thinks is 'appropriate' for a human pet.

After everything, my stomach was growling like a beast. That bland, tasteless excuse for food back at the mansion? Yeah, I was not doing that at all. I deserved something better—something I could actually eat without gagging. So, I made a decision: I'd get out of that stuffy building and find food myself.

Easy, right?

The streets weren't exactly welcoming. Cat people were everywhere, going about their lives like this was completely normal. Some wore fancy clothes, clearly important or rich, while others looked like they had just gotten out of bed. I tried to blend in, sticking to the sides of the road, keeping my head down. No one seemed to notice me—until I saw them.

Humans.

I froze, my blood running cold as I took in the sight. There they were, walking alongside the cats. No, scratch that. They weren't walking. They were being dragged, led like pets on leashes with collars around their necks. Some looked completely out of it, their eyes dull and lifeless, while others shuffled nervously, glancing around like they were waiting for something—anything—to change. Not only that but they were just about 3 of them and a dozent cat people. It seems humans were really rare here.

This is messed up.

The sight turned my stomach. People were treated like nothing more than animals. Pets. My fists clenched at my sides as I watched them get tugged along, obedient, quiet... broken. My heart raced, but not from fear this time—this was anger. Burning, white-hot anger.

There's no way in hell that's happening to me.

I kept moving, though my thoughts were swirling. This place—it was beyond cruel. The way they treated humans like objects, like toys... it was sick. I swallowed hard, trying to keep my emotions in check.

Suddenly, I felt a tug on my sleeve. I blinked, looking down to see a small child—no older than six or seven—staring up at me with wide, curious eyes. The kid's face was innocent, cheeks a little dirty, but there was a sandwich in their hand. They held it out to me with a shy smile.

Child: "You look hungry."

I stared at the sandwich, feeling my stomach do a flip. It wasn't much—just two slices of bread with something in between—but it was food. Real food.

I'm starving...

Without thinking, I nodded, accepting the sandwich. The kid's eyes lit up as I took a bite. It wasn't anything fancy, but compared to what I'd been offered at the mansion, it was like heaven. I chewed, the flavors mixing in my mouth—bland, maybe a bit old, but it didn't matter. It was food. And it wasn't that gross mush I'd been given earlier.

Me: "Thank you."

The child grinned, clearly pleased with my response. Then, they reached out, hesitating for a moment before speaking.

Child: "Can I pet your head?"

I blinked. That was... a weird request. But the kid looked so hopeful, like that small gesture would make their day. I shrugged. Why not?

Me: "Sure."

They beamed, gently patting the top of my head, their tiny fingers ruffling my messy hair. I stood still, letting them enjoy the moment. It was... kind of nice, actually. The kid giggled, pulling back with a bright smile. For a brief second, I forgot where I was, forgot the craziness of this world. It was just a simple moment between me and this kid.

Then reality crashed back down.

A sharp voice cut through the air, harsh and angry.

Mother: "Get away from him!"

I barely had time to react before the child's mother stormed over, her face twisted in disgust. She grabbed the child's hand, yanking them away from me like I was contagious. I took a step back, eyes wide, as she glared at me with pure hatred.

Mother: "Filthy human! How dare you let him touch you!"

She didn't stop there. Before I could say anything, she threw something at me—a small rock or a piece of debris, I wasn't sure. It missed, but the message was clear: I wasn't welcome. Not here. Not anywhere.

Great. 

Thanks for the reminder.

I didn't stick around to hear more. Sandwich in hand, I turned and started running again, weaving through the streets, avoiding the glares and whispers. My stomach turned—not from the food, but from the way I'd been treated. Like I was less than dirt. Like I was nothing.

This is... this is so wrong.

I kept running, faster now, my heart pounding. As I moved through the city, I took in more of it—more of this twisted world. Humans being walked on leashes, carried in cages, sitting obediently at their owners' feet. They were treated nicely, sure, but only as long as they stayed in their place. Only as long as they acted like good pets.

I'm not a pet. 

I'll never be a pet.

I clenched my fists, anger bubbling up inside me again. I couldn't let this happen to me. I wouldn't let this world break me the way it had broken them. No matter what Bakugo said, no matter what these people believed—I wasn't going to just roll over and accept this.

As I slowed my pace, catching my breath, I found a bench to sit on, my mind racing. This place was wrong—every part of it. But what could I do? I was stuck here, no way back, no way out. And Bakugo... Kacchan... he was part of this world. A big part, apparently.

Maybe... maybe I should give him a second chance. 

At least, he knows me. 

He's not like these people.

I groaned, rubbing my temples. The thought of forgiving Bakugo for dragging me into this was annoying as hell. But... if anyone could help me survive here, it was him. And after overhearing that conversation earlier, I knew he had enemies. If I was going to stay alive in this world, maybe I needed him as much as he needed me.

Ugh. 

Why is this so complicated?

I stood up, finishing the sandwich in a few quick bites. It wasn't much, but it was enough to give me a little more strength. I looked around, taking in the strange world again, but this time with more determination.

Alright, Kacchan. 

I'll give you a second chance. 

But only because we know each other. 

Don't make me regret it.

With that, I started walking again, my mind made up. This world wasn't going to break me. And if I had anything to say about it, I'd make sure it didn't break Kacchan either.