Title: A Snag
Pairing: 5927
Rating: T
Warnings: yaoi but nothing that will make your eyes bleed.
Summary: Nana is fed up

Nana sighed as she held up one of Tsuna's shirts and eyed it critically. 'How on earth does that boy keep destroying his clothes?' she wondered, noting the hurried threadwork down the back. She dropped it in her ever-growing pile of clothes to repair and picked up another shirt. It snagged on the corner of the washing machine and, with a soft riiipp, parts in two and Nana was left holding at two sodden pieces of useless fabric. Her famous patience began to fray.

'That's it,' she fumed, clenching the offending garment tightly. She spent hours washing and drying and ironing Tsuna's clothes, only to be repaid with piles of rags. She stormed up the stairs.

"Sawada Tsunayoshi!" She slammed his door open and Tsuna fell off his bed in surprise.

"M-Mom?" he said, visibly startled. His eyes clocked on his ruined shirt and gulped. "I can explain-"

"I don't want an explanation. All your clothes are like this. All of them. Even your socks, for goodness' sake! I have no idea what you boys get up to, but stop it." Tsuna looked like he was about to protest but Nana raged on. "Today young man, you're going to town and buying new clothes which won't turn up completely destroyed in my washing machine. Is that understood?"

And even though Tsuna is to be the tenth boss of the Vongola, the most famed family in the Mafia, he nods and agrees. Because all men fear their mothers.

"Gokudera-kun, I-I can't."

"Why not?" Gokudera murmured against his neck and despite his protests, Tsuna wrapped his arms around Gokudera's strong back.

"Because you always end up ripping my clothes off!"

Gokudera blinked and made hasty apologies in Tsuna's ear, but didn't even slow his groping. "Sorry Juudaime, I'll just do it like this now instead."

Tsuna's "what?" turned into a whine as Gokudera rubbed and pressed up against him and kissed him and pleasure rushed through his veins. No clothes were destroyed that night.

Tsuna told Nana that he'd do his own washing from then on. After all, the damp patches in his pants were more embarrassing than his ripped shirts.