"Mochida-senpai," Tsuna spoke as he looked left and right down the deserted hallway. Nope, no one around to help him. "What-what can I do for you?"

"Your lovers aren't with you?" Mochida asked, ignoring Tsuna's squeak of 'lovers!' as he looked around as well. "Huh. Well, I - I need - uhg fuck this - you owe me a favor and I demand to be paid back!"

Tsuna blinked, his eyebrows furrowing as he stared at the upperclassman.

"UH," Tsuna began, "a favor?"

"Yeah," Mochida nodded. "A favor. Y'know, for not being your ass during our scheduled fight. I also dropped the issue with Kyoko-chan, so y'know, you owe me a favor now."

Tsuna was pretty sure this was entirely messed up and stupid but he wasn't about to argue.

"...okay?" Tsuna whispered, immediately regretting it.

That was how Tsuna and Mochida found themselves at the abandoned Kokuyo Land, trash bags and heavy gloves on hand.

"UH." Tsuna was so lost. "Why are we here?"

"You see Sawada," Mochida spoke, "my mom is part of a neighborhood clean-up committee and she volunteered me to clean up this trash heap." Seeing Tsuna's blank face, Mochida sighed. "They asked the Hibari Clan for permission to clean the area up, even though technically it doesn't fall under Namimori jurisdiction. Apparently the Hibari Clan claimed Kokuyo a while back as part of its territory so we still have to ask permission to deal with it. Anyways, my mom put me up to clean this place and I'm sure as hell not doing it myself so this is where you come in."

"...but you have an entire Kendo Team to help you," Tsuna pointed out, looking around the run-down area.

"Yeah, but none of them wanted to sacrifice a weekend to do this. You, on the other hand, got a lot of free time." Mochida's expression dared Tsuna to argue. Not that Tsuna could. Takeshi was at baseball practice, Hayato was spending the weekend with his mother and his recently arrived older half-sister, Ettore was taking Lambo and Ipin to the neighborhood park and Reborn had said he had business to attend to, leaving Tsuna by himself for the entire weekend.

"Ouch," Tsuna grumbled, rubbing his wounded feelings. "You could have just told me. I could have asked my mom to see if she would like to help." Because like Tsuna, Nana didn't have very much of a social life.

"I'd rather not have to act on my best behavior, thanks." Mochida waved a hand, thrusting a trash bag into Tsuna's gloved hands. "Let's get started."

Two hours later and Mochida came to realize why Tsuna was called Dame-Tsuna.

"Sawada, what the hell. You've made the place even dirtier. Is that even possible?" Mochida groaned, looking at the trash littering the floor around the boy. The shorter teen huffed, crossing his arms with a pout.

"I - I have a system. It works at my house," Tsuna grumbled.

"Your dogs probably clean up for you," Mochida snapped back, shoving a soda can into his trash bag.

"They are not-!" Tsuna shut up, a shudder running down his spin as the air around the two shifted. Mochida, staring behind Tsuna, was pale and slack-jawed. Tsuna slowly turned, eyes widening at the sight before him.

A man stood there, black tattered top hat obscuring his hair, shadows casting along his bandaged face. A black torn cloak covered his body, a tailored black suit under the ratty material. A air of danger surrounded the man, along with a black cloud that rung alarm bells in Tsuna's head and the two teenagers could only stand there and gap as the man raised a bandaged hand to them.

Mochida gripped Tsuna's arm, pulling him backwards as the man spoke.

"Hello," the bandaged man greeted, "doing a bit of clean up?"

"Bianchi, would you please stop trying to feed Haya cake?" Lavina sighed, looking fed up with her two children as Nana giggled behind her hand, setting her own tea cup down.

"Sorry Lavina," Bianchi apologized, looking away from Hayato who looked slightly pale. The teen gave a sigh of relief and looked at Nana.

"Nana-san, where's Tsuna-sama?" Hayato asked, his eyes bouncing to Reborn, who was settled down behind Nana and sipping a steaming espresso.

"He's spending the day with Mochida-kun today," Nana explained with a teasing smile. "It looks like you and Take-kun have a new rival." Ignoring Hayato sputtering, Nana turned to Lavina.

"Lavina, where did you get these tea cups? They are so cute!" Nana gushed. Lavina and Nana soon fell into conversation over the new cookware store that had opened up near the train station.

"I'm going to go to Tsuna-sama!" Hayato declared, suddenly realizing what Nana had said previously to Mochida being a 'rival'. Two hands snatched Hayato's wrists, keeping him still.

"Hayato," Lavina smile while Bianchi mirrored her, both latching on tight, "where are you going?"

"Yeah Hayato," Bianchi grinned, "we're spending the weekend together."

Hayato gave a long-suffering whine.

"I think blue would be a better color," Takeshi commented as he lazed at the sushi counter, flipping through a baseball magazine. Practice had gotten out early and so Takeshi had gone home to help his dad out at the shop since Tsuna and Nana hadn't been home.

"...for what?" Tsuyoshi asked as he sliced into a tuna.

"A bride's veil. I was thinking a western wedding," Takeshi responded as he peered up innocently at his father.

Tsuyoshi stabbed into the cutting board a little too forcefully.

"Takeshi," Tsuyoshi started, "what the fuck."

Thankfully it was a slow day. No one was suddenly dining in, allowing Tsuyoshi to get everything stocked up for when the rush started.

"What? I'm going to be fifteen soon, pops. I gotta start thinking of my future," Takeshi spoke, a bitter tone lingering on his tongue.

"...Fifteen. Fifteen and the boy's thinking of marriage. Kami-sama help me this boy will be the death of me," Tsuyoshi prayed to the heavens. Takeshi just gave a laugh.

"I mean it, pops. I never got to ask Tsuna's and in marriage before. Well, okay, officially ask. I kinda asked for his hand when I proposed to him to date me, but that kinda went over his head and even after I explained it Tsuna just laughed it off and - sorry, shutting up." Takeshi laughed at the exasperbated expression his father was wearing.

"I don't understand what you like about Tsuna so much. Don't get me wrong," Tsuyoshi held his hands up, "the child is as pure and cute as you say but. Takeshi. What makes you love him so much? What...what did he do to steal you?"

Takeshi frowned, the look bizarre on his face, and held his chin in a thinking pose.

"Huh." Takeshi spoke and tilted his head to the side. "Maybe it was when he saved me from committing suicide that first life?"

Tsuyoshi cut into the cutting board again.

"Suicide?" Tsuyoshi whispered in horror.

"Oh, don't worry dad. I'm not a drama queen anymore," Takeshi laughed and rubbed his head. "I think I fell in love with how strong and warm Tsuna is." Takeshi closed his eyes.

"And he has a really hot body."

Tsuyoshi cut through the cutting board.

"...child, why do you have a mountain forming behind you?"

Mochida didn't know what had happened but after the stranger had introduced himself as Bermuda, the man had begun to help them.

Of course, that was until he witnessed Tsuna's extremely weird ability to accumulate more trash than clean it.

"What? I have a system!" Tsuna defended, moving to stand in front of his trash mountain.

"Dammit Sawada! At this rate, we're going to be here forever!" Mochida snapped, picking up a empty chip bag, crinkling it into a ball before chunking it at Tsuna. Tsuna dodged, giving a wail as the ball wobbled his mountain and made it collapsed.

Bermuda gave a deep chuckle and stuffed another soda can into his trash bag.

"Thank you again Bermuda-san for helping us," Tsuna stated again. "So sorry you have to help."

"He wouldn't be helping if you didn't seem to create trash out of your fucking shadow!" Mochida snapped and Tsuna rolled his eyes.

"It isn't a bother. I am rather delighted to see such youngsters actually caring for the environment. I was also in the area so it's alright." Despite his creepy appearance, Bermuda seemed to be a pretty swell guy.

"What are you doing?"

Mochida and Tsuna jumped, turning to see Kyouya standing there, arms crossed as he glared at Bermuda.

"Hi-Hibari-san," Tsuna squeaked in fear, shuffling closer to the mysterious man by him subconsciously. Kyouya growled low in his throat at the action.

"Hibari-san," Mochida greeted, blinking. "You approved us to clean up Kokuyo Land." Had the Hibari forgotten?

"You," Kyouya snapped to Bermuda. "You do not have permission to be here. Leave or I will bite you to death."

Tsuna and Mochida looked between the two of them before scooting to the sidelines, watching how Kyouya seemed to grow more hostile as the minutes ticked by.

"Kufufufu," a haunting laughter echoed and mist coiled around the trees and trash as a boy and girl appeared, the girl covering her face with her hands while the male…

While the male sported a giant chocolate-bar hat.

Kyouya let out a breathless 'wao' while the female beside the chocolate-hat teen tried to stifle her giggles.

"Mukuro?" Tsuna blinked while Mukuro posed like a evil villain.

"Bermuda, what a pleasant surprise. I didn't know the leader of the...My Nagi, why are you laughing?" Mukuro turned to Chrome who was giggling to herself, ignoring Bermuda who was stiffly staring at the two Mists.

"Mu-Mukuro-sama," Chrome giggled, "your-your hat!" Mukuro stilled, reminding Tsuna of a GIF with a loading symbol over it.

"...no," Mukuro whispered and the hat disappeared, leaving him in all his embarrassed glory.

"Why do you do this to me?" Mukuro stated deadpan to Chrome. He just wanted to be cool, god dammit.

"Enough!" Bermuda snapped and chains seemed to fly out of his cloak, heading straight for Chrome and Mukuro. A swing of their tridents and the chains were sent back to Bermuda.

"Mukuro Rokudo and Chrome Dokuro. You are to be arrested on sight!" Bermuda snapped out, Kyouya falling into a fighting position as he saddled up beside the two, looking bloodthirsty.

Poor Tsuna and Mochida were left watching, thinking,"Wow that escalated quickly."

My favorite headcanon is that Mukuro honestly thinks he is cool. Like, he has this certain idea of cool that has been stuck with him since he was a child and since he is emotionally and developmentally stunted due to the childhood trauma he went through, he never got a chance to socially interact with other kids his own age besides Ken and Chikusa. So little Mukuro, wanting to make a image for himself that isn't just a family-murdering crazy, decides to try and look cool.

Except that Mukuro's definition of cool is lame hair-cuts, trademark laughter, riddle-like speeches, dramatic monologues, and taunts. Lots and lots of taunts. And he really thinks this is how you do it and Ken and Chikusa don't have the heart to tell him that he's fucking lame or a huge dork and when he finally meets Chrome, she adds her own pah-zazz to their special brand of COOL and it becomes a thing for them to try and be cool even though it turns into them being as lame as can be and it really works for them.

Until Chrome actually grows into her COOL thanks to Lal Mirch and the other awesome females around her and she realizes that she isn't as much of a loser as Mukuro and tries to help him - which usually makes him even more lame because this child is cursed to be as lame as can be even when he doesn't mean to be and it becomes a running joke that Mukuro is really lame and trying to pretend to be lame.

But he honestly thinks he is GoodGuy McShades and suffers.

A lot.

/rant done. Sorry.