port mafia · baking · chaos · domestic fluff · yakuza · slice of life · humor · ensemble · hidden soft side · cooking
The Port Mafia kitchen is a battlefield of flour and chaos. Mori’s “bonding arrangement” has devolved into madness. Aprons clash with suits; heart-shaped cutters lie abandoned. Elise commands the mixing bowl with ruthless precision. Smoke curls from the oven, mingling with the scent of burnt sugar and panic. Chuuya screams about salted sugar. Akutagawa’s Rashomon looms over chocolate chips. Gin reads instructions no one hears. Hirotsu calmly notes the smoke. Kajii is restrained from adding explosives. Mori watches, silent, as the team building burns.