[Reborn!] Can I, a Brooding Type, Get a Meal from the Vongola?

I was reborn.

Reborn in a peaceful otherworld, one with hardly any anomalies, evil gods, or vengeful spirits to speak of!! How am I supposed to eat here?!

I'm a former investigator, for crying out loud!

So, with no choice, I accepted reality and the assets my parents left behind when they died young, and moved to the peaceful area of Namimori.

On the first day of school, I met a boy in blue star-patterned underwear with flames shooting from his head.

On the second day, I met a silver-haired delinquent-looking boy carrying bombs.

On the third day, a gorgeous red-and-gray-haired girl handed a drink to the underwear guy, then fainted in fright at a baby who seemed to be the product of an evil god.

But Nana's cooking was so good that I couldn't help trying to summon the dead to learn her recipes.

Reborn threatened me, so I gave up.

I took a liking to Yamamoto Takeshi's baseball bat and couldn't help trying to summon the dead to secretly learn baseball from them.

Sawada Tsunayoshi caught on, so I gave up.

Aaaah, I can't stay in Namimori any longer!!!

But the Vongola people cook so well, dammit.

I'm defecting! I'm defecting!!

I can't stand Byakuran eating marshmallows three times a day.

I'm leaving the dark side for the light! For the light!!!

In short, it's a story about someone wavering between different gangs just to get a decent meal.

Content warnings:

The entire story is in first person. In the main story, many characters have one-sided crushes on the protagonist, but the side stories will have a pairing.

The author is writing this chaotic nonsense in a fit of madness. Please don't attack them, because the author is a super★awesome★ape★who might get captured by the zoo at any moment and turned into a flyswatter, swatting one giant★fly★at a time.

Please don't give me advice, because I'm writing★chaos★!

Theme: Love yourself, love the world