This lighthearted & chaotic oneshot captures Taki being a mess and K suffering through it—but secretly enjoying himself. 😊✨

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"Why is there flour everywhere?"
"Because cooking is an art."
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K liked order.

He liked structure, discipline, and things going exactly as planned.

Which was why Taki was his greatest challenge.

Because Taki was loud. Unpredictable. A storm with no warning signs.

And yet—somehow, K never minded as much as he thought he would.

K had made one mistake.

He had agreed to help Taki cook.

In his defense, Taki had looked way too excited when he asked.

In Taki's defense, he was a disaster in the kitchen.

K sighed, watching the mess unfold before him. "Taki."

"Yes, my wise and patient mentor?"

K narrowed his eyes. "Why is there flour everywhere?"

Taki grinned. "Because cooking is an art."

K looked at the counter. The floor. Himself.

Flour. Everywhere.

He exhaled slowly. "Taki, this is a nightmare."

Taki gasped. "It's a creative process."

"It's a disaster."

Taki pouted. "You're no fun."

K pinched the bridge of his nose. He was too tired for this.

"Okay," K muttered. "Let's just—"

Taki accidentally turned the mixer on full speed.

Flour exploded into the air.

K stared blankly, covered in white powder.

Taki slowly turned to him, eyes wide.

"...So," Taki whispered, "I might have made it worse."

K closed his eyes. He was going to need so much patience for this.

After twenty minutes of emergency cleanup, K sat at the counter, watching Taki mix batter again—carefully this time.

"So," K said, voice calm. "Do you always make this much of a mess?"

Taki laughed. "Of course! It means I'm putting in effort."

K stared. "That's not how effort works."

Taki grinned. "Maybe not, but it's how I work."

K sighed. There was no winning against him.

But, somehow—

He didn't really mind.

Finally, after a long struggle, their cookies were done.

Taki held one up proudly. "Moment of truth!"

K took a bite, pausing thoughtfully.

"...Not bad."

Taki beamed. "HA! SEE? I am a genius."

K rolled his eyes, but he was smiling. "Sure."

Taki nudged him. "Come on, admit it. You had fun."

K hesitated—then sighed. "...Maybe."

Taki grinned. "I knew it."

K shook his head. Taki was exhausting.

But somehow, he always made the chaos worth it.

K wasn't sure how it happened.

One moment, they had successfully baked cookies.

The next, Taki was challenging him to a decorating contest.

And now?

Now, K was staring at a cookie monstrosity.

It had way too much icing, sprinkles covering every inch, and Taki had even drawn a face on it—a horrifying, slightly melted face.

Taki grinned proudly. "Behold, my masterpiece!"

K stared. "It's terrifying."

Taki pouted. "You have no artistic vision."

K gestured at his own cookie—perfectly decorated, balanced, a textbook example of precision.

Taki squinted. "Boring."

K exhaled. "It's supposed to look like this."

Taki smirked. "And mine is supposed to have personality."

"Your cookie looks like it's begging for mercy."

"Exactly!"

K rubbed his temples. He was too young for this level of stress.

Of course, Taki wasn't satisfied with just decorating.

"Oh," Taki grinned mischievously. "I just had a great idea."

K sighed. "I don't like your ideas."

"You'll love this one."

Taki grabbed a handful of sprinkles—and launched them at K.

K froze.

Slowly, he wiped stray sprinkles off his sleeve.

Taki giggled nervously. "Haha... uh, oops?"

K stared at him. Unmoving. Silent. Dangerous.

Then—

K retaliated.

With a handful of flour.

Taki yelped. "TRAITOR!"

And just like that, the kitchen descended into absolute war.

It was an absolute war zone.

Flour covered the counters, sprinkles littered the floor, and icing was smeared across Taki's cheek like war paint.

K exhaled, staring at the disaster around him. "We should probably clean this up."

Taki, still grinning mischievously, nodded. "Yeah, before—"

The door swung open.

And the rest of &TEAM walked in.

A long, stunned silence followed.

Jo, blinking in disbelief: "...What the hell happened here?"

Yuma, wide-eyed: "Is that—is that flour in your hair?"

Fuma, horrified: "My kitchen."

Harua, tilting his head: "Looks fun."

Maki, deadpan: "This is why we don't let Taki near food."

Taki, offended: "Excuse you, I am a culinary genius."

K pinched the bridge of his nose. "I can explain."

Nicholas smirked. "No, no. Please. Explain."

K sighed. This was already a disaster.

So, naturally—

He made it worse.

EJ crossed his arms. "So, let me guess—Taki started it?"

Taki gasped. "Why is it always me?!"

EJ smirked. "Because it's always you."

K, already overwhelmed, grabbed a handful of flour... and hurled it at EJ.

Direct hit.

Silence.

EJ slowly wiped the flour off his shirt.

The room was so still you could hear a pin drop.

Taki gawked. "Oh my god."

Nicholas grinned. "K, that was a mistake."

Jo, leaning back: "Oh, this is gonna be good."

Harua, amused: "I thought I was the quiet one."

K, realizing what he just did, took a step back.

EJ—**expression unreadable, calm as ever—**picked up a bag of flour.

K's stomach dropped.

"...EJ," K warned.

EJ smirked. Then threw the entire bag.

Absolute chaos erupted.

Flour. Everywhere.

Sprinkles flying like confetti.

Someone (probably Nicholas) knocked over the icing bowl.

Jo was screaming.

Maki was hiding behind the fridge.

Fuma had fully given up on life.

Taki and Yuma were attacking Nicholas with wooden spoons.

Harua was eating a cookie in the corner like nothing was happening.

And in the center of it all—K and EJ locked in a full-scale flour war.

Nicholas, laughing hysterically: "THIS IS THE GREATEST DAY OF MY LIFE."

Fuma, watching his kitchen being destroyed: "This is the worst day of mine."

Eventually—when the entire kitchen looked like a sugar explosion—they all finally collapsed on the floor, completely exhausted.

K sighed, rubbing his temple. "Never again."

Taki grinned. "Until next time?"

K glared.

Taki winked.

Fuma groaned. "You're all banned from my kitchen."

Jo nodded. "That's fair."

EJ, still dusting flour off himself, smirked. "That was fun."

K exhaled sharply. "I hate all of you."

Nicholas grinned. "Aww, we love you too, boss."

And just like that, game night was canceled forever.

(Or at least, until next week.)