The week flew by faster than I expected. I spent most of it wandering around the mansion, thinking, trying to wrap my head around everything. I'm not locked in my room anymore, thank God. In fact, since that night with Kacchan, I've been treated... normally. No more weird comments about me being a "pet." No one dragging me around or giving me orders. Just... living.

But even with that freedom, I've been stuck in my head the entire time. Thinking about the choice Kacchan gave me. Stay a pet, live a quiet life, or become part of his world. The mafia world.

I didn't know much about it before, but now... now I've learned more than I expected. The mafia here isn't like the villains I imagined. They're not out there robbing banks or terrorizing the streets. It's more organized than that. Families run different parts of the city, and each one has its responsibilities. They don't mess with each other—at least, not often. Fights do break out sometimes, but it's rare, more like a controlled chaos. There's an understanding between the families that keeps things from boiling over into total war.

It's not the hero-villain world I grew up with. There are no heroes here. No capes swooping in to save the day. Just mafia families ruling everything. And the strangest part? It's peaceful. Mostly. It's not perfect, and it's not a utopia, but it's stable. People go about their lives. They live, they work, they laugh. And when problems arise, the families step in—not as saviors, but as the ones who keep everything in line.

I've even been helping. I didn't expect that. But over the past week, I've been asked to sit in on a few meetings, offer advice. They all know I've got a sharp mind, that I can plan things out, see the bigger picture. And as much as I hate to admit it, I've been... useful.

Every time I give them a plan, a suggestion to keep things running smoothly, they listen. It's strange. I didn't expect them to take me seriously, but they do. And I've seen the results. Kacchan's family—the people under him—they actually help others. Sure, it's under the guise of maintaining power, but the people in the city... they're safe because of it. They're protected. It's not some villainous enterprise, tearing down the city. It's more like... managing it.

I never thought I'd be able to see things this way. It's not black and white like it used to be. Back in my world, there were heroes and there were villains, and the line was clear. But here? The lines blur. There's no one flying in to save people, but there's no one running around causing senseless destruction either. The families keep order. They fight, sure, but it's controlled. Balanced, in a strange way.

Still, the thought of joining this world, fully stepping into it, feels... wrong. Like I'm betraying everything I've worked for. All the training I did, all the dreams I had of being a hero. But at the same time, I know there's no place for a hero here.

And... there's a part of me that wonders if maybe, just maybe, this world doesn't need heroes. Not the way mine did. What they need are people who can see the bigger picture. People who can stop fights before they start, who can plan, who can make sure the balance stays intact.

That's something I can do.

But I still don't know if I want to.

I spent hours just walking through the mansion's halls, thinking about all of this. Every now and then, I'd run into someone—Kirishima, Denki, Mina—and they'd chat with me, ask me how I was doing. It was nice. I almost felt like I belonged here. But there's still this weight in my chest, this gnawing feeling that I'm not supposed to be part of this world.

But then I look around and see the way people live here. They're not suffering. They're not oppressed. Sure, they're not free in the way I imagined freedom, but they're not in chains either. And the mafia... it's not all bad. Kacchan's family, for all their faults, actually cares about the people they're responsible for. They provide food, protection, security. Things work here. Not perfectly, but well enough.

A week ago, I would have called all of this madness. I would've laughed at the idea of helping a mafia family. Now? I'm not so sure. I've seen enough to know that it's not black and white. And maybe... maybe I can do some good here. In my own way.

I shake my head as I stroll through the garden, letting the fresh air clear my mind for a moment. I can't let myself get too caught up in all of this. There's still a lot I don't know. But one thing's for sure—I've got a choice to make. And whatever I decide, it's going to change everything.

Kacchan was right. I've been thinking about it all week. And no matter what I choose, there's no turning back. Either I live the life of a pet, hidden away from the chaos, or I step into his world fully. I become part of this... system. A strategist. His right-hand man.

I pause, looking out over the garden. The sun is setting, casting long shadows across the ground. It's peaceful here. Quiet.

Maybe that's what makes this place so different. It's not about who's right or wrong. It's about keeping the peace. Keeping everything in balance.

I just have to figure out where I stand in all of it.