port mafia · baking · chaos · domestic fluff · yakuza · slice of life · humor · ensemble · hidden soft side · cooking
Flour hangs like fog in the Port Mafia kitchen, a battlefield where aprons clash with tailored suits. Mori’s so-called bonding exercise has spiraled into pandemonium. Heart-shaped cookie cutters lay discarded on the counter. Elise rules the mixing bowl with a tyrant’s glee. Smoke curls from the oven, weaving with the sharp scent of burning sugar and rising panic. Chuuya’s voice cracks as he screams about salted sugar. Akutagawa’s dark tendrils hover protectively over a bag of chocolate chips. Gin reads instructions into a void of noise. Hirotsu notes the thickening smoke with bureaucratic calm. Kajii strains against the arms holding him back from ‘improving’ the oven with explosives. And Mori observes, silent and inscrutable, as the entire team-building endeavor crumbles into…