ᴄᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴏᴋ
ʙʏ: ʟᴀᴢʏ ᴛᴏᴡɴ ғᴛ. ʟɪʟ ᴊᴏɴ

[Peace of cake to bake a pretty Cake]

Another usual day for the cell 13 guys but a different activity.

While last time they did wood work, this time they're gonna visit the kitchen and bake, which excited the food loving inmate.

The four walked with cuffed hands and Hajime behind them to the direction of building 13's kitchen.

Once there they were freed from their leashes and freely ran around the foreign room like wild dogs.

"Ok ok. Get your asses over here and let me explain," Hajime's stern tone got ignored as the inmates continued doing what they wanted.

Like a time bomb about to hit '0', Hajime exploded and roughly grabbed the dogs by their collars, pulling them to where he wanted them to behave.

"FOR F∎CK'S SAKE! LISTEN WHEN A GUARD ORDERS YOU! YOU'RE INMATES FOR A REASON!" He scolded and scolded until another figure emerged and entered the kitchen, looking even more pissed than hajime—if possible.

"Sir! With all due respect, could you maybe not be so loud in MY kitchen??" She scolded and made hajime shut up imidiatly.

The boys were amazed by her. Not only did she sew hajime's mouth shut with just few words but she's also a FEMALE!

Four of them gathered around him and as expected, started to flirt with (y/n) but she simply brushed them away.

She stood in the middle of the kitchen and clapped her hands, "So, as you four already know, were gonna bake and I ask of you to please not break any of my properties. Is that clear?" Her last question held malice which caused shivers to go down everyone's spine.

"Y-yes ma'am!" The inmates exclaimed in unison.

Her killing intent soon disappear and clapped her hands again, "Great! Now let's start. I'm (l/n) (y/n) By the way! I help shiro and the old man around but this area specifically is my kitchen so like I said, DON'T break anything, kaay?"

The cooking session started. It began normally, preparing the ingredients, reading through the recipe and putting on proper cooking attire. All normal until the cake making actually started.

"for the last time, inmate 69, DONT EAT ALL THE FROSTING!" That was the second time (y/n) had to scold him for that.

"It's frosting though! It's meant to be eaten!" Rock defended with mouth still filled with purple frosting.

(Y/n)'s angered expressing grew more evident but she gave up as to not waste her energy in No. 69 and just move on to the next inmate.

She went over to No.25, Nico, to see how his cake is progressing.

Nico was standing infront of his creation so (y/n) could only see his back but his cake was rather wide and tall so she could make out some details which were Surprisingly neat.

As she came closer, she praised him, "wow, 25! Your cake really looked detailed. I-"

Nico turned around which exposed his cake and upon seeing it, (y/n) couldn't even Finish her sentence.

"...." She was speechless, and not because his cake was too beautiful.

After some silence, she finnaly asked, "The hell is this?"

Nico beamed, glad that she asked, "It's the latest chapter of [Insert action comic] and it was too aweseom that I had to make a cake for it! The main character was so awesome when he used the D∎∎k c∎∎ power move and his punch was shooting like ∎∎∎ during ∎∎∎∎∎∎∎ and it was..." (Y/n) didn't have the patience to listen to his annoying yet cute voice so she moved to the next inmate. The most useless inmate if them all, No. 15.

As expected, he was messing up the whole cake and even putting alot of salt on the mixture.

When he noticed (y/n) was approaching his isle, he tried moving as cool as possible but to (y/n), he just looked like a doll manipulated by strings, so stiff.

"No. 15. I expected a bit a better performance from you than...this... Abomination." Disgust flowed out with her sentence, flicking away every confidence in jyugo's existence.

She once again, went to the last inmate and probably 2nd problematic child next to 15.

"Inmate 11.... Care to explain what the f∎ck this is?" Her deadpanned expression faced that of a flirtatious and cheery anime girl, with boobs bigger than her head.

"Miss (y/n)! Don't use such words infront if my baby girl!" Uno began caressing the bunny girl's —literally —caked face while he whispered comforting words to the lifeless sculpture.

Having grown annoyed to the boys' b∎llsh∎t, she funed and her head ready to explode at any given moment.

(y/n) finnaly couldn't take it any longer and vent out her anger by screaming, "can't you all just DO THE COOKING BY THE BOOK!!??"

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Excuse the mistakes. I'm writing this at 23:00 and I'm ready to pass out...