Hey everybody! This is my first time posting a fanfiction even though I've had an account for who know's how long! I'm excited and hope you all like the following drabbles.

I'm looking for a beta reader to help me edit since I have a hard time with grammar so references are welcomed with open arms!

Disclaimer: I don't own the manga/anime Katekyo Hitman Reborn

Breakfast

Some people had bad days every other month, a few unlucky fellows every other day. For Tsunayoshi Sawada, there was no such thing as a "Good Day". At least, that's what he thought.

Today was one of those such "Bad Days".

White noise buzzed in Tsuna's eardrums as he absentmindedly read reports and jotted down the occasional idea to remember for later events on a yellow sticky note. It was getting out of hand how many notes the young boss was posting on his furniture, soon they would take over the entire Vongola boss's bedroom and office.

Glancing up at the digital clock facing him on the oak desk, Tsuna sighed bitterly as he noted it was 4:57 a.m. He had achieved his goal in clearing his desk enough to see to the opposite side of the office, where the double knobbed door resided. Reborn had relentlessly pestered the new head of the family to organize his space so there would be no safety hazards.

Safety hazards meaning, an attempt on Tsuna's life that he could have easily prevented if he wasn't a Dame-Tsuna and stayed organized. Tsuna retorting to the hitman's lectures with the reminder that there wouldn't be as much paperwork if someone didn't keep blowing out the wall to the dining room because they got annoyed at their "Lackeys" attitude and heinous shrieks.

Still. Completing his goal with only two all-nighters and enough coffee to drown himself with, Tsuna felt his writing hand relax its grip on the pen, his heading nodding forward subconsciously as he started to nod off. Maybe he could finally get some sleep…

"Tsuna-nii!"

Or maybe not.

With a pathetic moan, Tsuna slowly raised his head to greet his guest who had politely thrown the office doors open. At 5:00 a.m. Joy.

"Hello Lambo. Is there something you need." The brown eyed boss greeted his young lightning guardian while rubbing the sleep out of his eyes in an attempt to give the young eight year old his complete attention.

"Lambo's hungry!" The cow-clad boy bluntly told Tsuna. His large green eyes peeking over the desk and staring intently at the boss, expecting him to solve the problem immediately.

"What do you want to eat?" Tsuna's tone telling Lambo he was testing his answer as he staring back down at the younger boy with mother hyper intuition that promised dread.

The reply came instantly. "Takoyaki."

The seventeen year old boss sighed in exasperation. This wasn't the first time Lambo had barged into the office at an early hour demanding the Japanese meal, and it wasn't the first time he had been scolded for attempting to skip breakfast. On the bright side it was an improvement Lambo was no longer attempting to steal fruit snacks and pop tarts anymore...Tsuna had gotten a large complaint list from everyone at the unfair rationing and consumption of pop tarts guiltlessly consumed by the chubby hands of the curly black haired boy. Not to mention the amount of accounting Tsuna had stressed over to manage the budget for eating, and staff hours. It's amazing what pop-tarts did to people.

After thirty-two demands from the lightning guardian to eat Takoyaki for breakfast at an absurd hour of the day that breakfast was not meant to be dined on, Tsuna had finally put his foot down and asked (more like begged) his mother to teach him how to cook so he could appease the boy in cow printed pajamas desires without bothering everyone else.

"Lambo we talked about this…" Tsuna started as he ran a hand through his gravity-defying brown hair.

Lambos small lips immediately were pulled downward as his eyes narrowed at the slight hint of resistance. "Takoyaki." He demanded firmly.

"No." Tsuna said evenly, locking his dark eyes with Lambos green orbs.

A small stomp resounded throughout the room as the guardians requests weren't met much to his displeasure. "Tsuna-nii's a meanie." Lambo's bottom lip puckered out and his eyebrows narrowed as his eyes began to cloud up with tears.

Tsuna didn't even react as he had grown used to the small child's antics. First Lambo would get mad, then pretend he was going to cry, not long before he would sweet talk Tsuna with his big doe-eyed gaze. And all hell would break loose if Lambo didn't get what he wanted by then for the two-year old tantrum, that had never left him even as he grew up, would erupt and decimate the land until it left either an irritated Tsuna with a headache, or a hiccupping Lambo who would lie sprawled across the ground pounding his little fists furiously. Lucky, they hadn't reached phase four in the last year as both Lambo and Tsuna had matured and began to compromise. Or at least Tsuna had.

Tsuna's gaze flickered to the clock, the desire to sleep strong within, but he pushed it down as he lifted himself out of the chair and cracked his back with a loud yawn. Lambos "sad face" was quickly washed off and replaced with a grin. He knew that Tsuna had given in to him. Tsuna gave him a pointed glare only a mother would give her child.

"We're having Omelets." His tone saying the matter was not up for discussion.

Lambo huffed but it was obvious he was still excited as he wrapped his tiny hands in Tsuna's long slender ones, pulling the older boy out the door as he rapidly whispered excitedly what they could put in the breakfast eggs. The young Vongola Decimo patiently listened as Lambos hand enclosed in his tightened its hold, the younger brothers way of saying his thanks to Tsuna. A smile spread itself on Tsuna's face.

Maybe he could have a good day every once in awhile.

"We have to have Takoyaki for breakfast tomorrow though." Lambo persisted after a few minutes.

If Tsuna ever got the chance to sleep that is.

So that's it for the day. I'm going to be using one word prompts so if anybody has an idea of what they think would be a cute prompt please send it.

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