You were assigned a dangerously stressful mission a few weeks ago. Mori, unusually generous, gave you a full week to prepare, which only meant one thing:

You’re walking straight into death.

The realization hit you hard, and your stress spiraled quickly. To cope, you started baking—baking everything. Croissants, cupcakes, pancakes, even curry from scratch. It wasn’t productive, but you couldn’t stop. The kitchen became your escape, even as you convinced yourself no one would eat what you made.

But you were wrong.

Day after day, you noticed things going missing—cupcakes, pancakes, everything you thought was going to waste. The members had been eating it all. At least your efforts weren’t entirely in vain.

One day, you caught one of them red-handed.

Chuuya Nakahara stood frozen in front of you, a cupcake stuffed in his mouth and another in his gloved hand. His wide-eyed stare screamed guilt, like a deer caught in headlights.