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

A Day of Rest

The walk to my room felt longer than usual. My legs were heavy, and the adrenaline that had carried me through the fight was quickly fading, leaving nothing but exhaustion in its wake. Every step felt like it took more energy than I had left, and by the time I reached the door, my body was practically begging me to collapse.

I pushed the door open, barely registering the familiar surroundings of the room. Everything blurred together—there was the bed, a chair, the walls, and the windows. It was all a haze. My mind could only focus on one thing: sleep.

I stumbled toward the bed, not even bothering to take off my clothes. The second my body hit the mattress, it was like everything just shut down. The tension in my muscles melted away, and a deep, bone-weary fatigue took over.

As I lay there, half-conscious, my thoughts started to drift. Flashes of the battle played in my mind—Bakugo barking orders, the sounds of gunfire, the faces of the people I'd taken down one by one. And then, the faces of Mina, Sero, Denki, and Kirishima, all smiling and congratulating me.

Their voices echoed faintly in my head. "You're definitely not just some pet." That one stuck with me the most. I wasn't a pet, no matter what this world said. I had proved that today, hadn't I? I could hold my own. I wasn't just here to be dragged around by Bakugo's whims.

Still, a part of me knew that things weren't that simple. As much as I hated the idea, I wasn't free here. Not yet, at least. But if today had shown me anything, it was that I could change things. I wasn't powerless. Not anymore.

Those thoughts floated in and out of my mind, but I was too tired to hold onto them for long. My eyes were already closing, the warmth of the bed pulling me deeper into unconsciousness. I could feel sleep overtaking me, the weight of everything that had happened finally sinking in.

Just for a little while... I thought to myself, barely able to string the words together in my mind. I'll rest... just for a little while...

And then, nothing.

When I woke up, the room was dark. For a moment, I didn't even know where I was. The unfamiliar surroundings disoriented me, and my mind was still foggy with sleep. But slowly, everything started to come back—the mansion, the fight, Bakugo...

I blinked groggily, trying to sit up. My body ached in places I didn't even realize could hurt. My muscles were sore, my head pounded faintly, and my throat felt dry. How long had I been asleep?

A glance out the window told me it was nighttime again. Had I really slept through an entire day?

I rubbed my eyes, trying to shake off the lingering drowsiness. My stomach growled loudly, reminding me that I hadn't eaten anything since... well, before the fight. It wasn't the first time I'd gone a day without eating, but that didn't make it any easier.

Sitting up slowly, I stretched my arms and legs, wincing at the stiffness in my joints. I felt like I had been run over by a truck, but at least I wasn't as tired as before. The sleep had done me some good. Even if I had collapsed like an idiot, I needed it.

I stood up, feeling a little unsteady on my feet, and walked over to the window. Outside, the mansion grounds were quiet. No sign of the chaos that had erupted the day before. The moonlight cast long shadows across the garden, making everything look peaceful. Almost too peaceful, considering what had gone down.

Part of me wondered what Bakugo had been doing while I slept. Knowing him, he'd probably been barking orders, making sure everything was in place. He was a perfectionist when it came to stuff like that. And with the spy situation still hanging over his head, I figured he'd been busy dealing with that too.

I hadn't heard anything from him or the others since the fight. It was strange—usually Bakugo would have barged in by now, yelling at me for one thing or another. But everything was eerily quiet.

My stomach growled again, louder this time. I sighed. Food would have to come next. As much as I wanted to figure out what was happening, I couldn't do much on an empty stomach. I'd find something to eat, and then... well, I'd figure out the rest after that.

I pulled open the door to my room, stepping into the dimly lit hallway. The mansion seemed just as quiet as outside. No signs of anyone. Maybe everyone was still busy cleaning up, or maybe they were resting too.

As I made my way toward the dining room, my mind wandered back to the events of the previous day. The way Bakugo had looked at me after the fight—half proud, half frustrated. He hadn't yelled at me as much as I'd expected. In fact, he'd almost seemed... impressed.

A small, tired smile crept onto my face. It wasn't often that Bakugo gave any kind of approval, even in his own harsh way. But knowing I had earned even a sliver of respect from him felt... good.

And yet, I knew things weren't going to be that simple. As much as I had proved myself, I was still stuck here. Still trapped in this strange world where humans were pets and freedom was something I could only dream of.

But I wasn't giving up. Not yet. If anything, yesterday had shown me that there was a way out. I just had to be patient. I had to play along for now, but that didn't mean I was going to roll over and accept things. Not by a long shot.

By the time I reached the dining room, the hunger gnawing at my stomach was impossible to ignore. The moment I got insinde, I saw a small trey with fruits and some sandwitches with the note... Deku on them. Seems like this was mine. 

As I scarfed down the food, I couldn't help but think about what came next. The fight had been won, but there were still so many loose ends. The spy, the mansion's defenses, and whatever Bakugo had planned for me. I had to be ready for whatever came next.

But for now, I'd let myself enjoy the quiet. I'd survived the battle, and for the first time in a long while, I felt like I had control over my own fate.

After finishing my meal, I made my way back to my room. The exhaustion was still there, but it wasn't as overwhelming as before. I could think clearly now, plan ahead.

But sleep was calling me again, and this time, I wasn't going to fight it.

I collapsed onto the bed once more, letting out a deep breath. Tomorrow, I'd figure things out. Tomorrow, I'd start putting my plans into action.

For now, I'd sleep.