Haha, thought I would try my hand at writing :D Tony thisistony  and kinda-but-not-really Binni binnin  are completely to blame for this. This comes from the same universe as this and this.

Title: Morning Routines

Characters/Pairing: Gokudera and Yama, kinda 59/80

Rating: G

Summary: Goku has been put in charge of watching over a little three and a half inch tall Yaman :D

Notes: Warning: Fic made of all kinds of phail and super short, un-betaed, and OOC Goku-mother henning

           The hemming of the coat was a bit lopsided, but that was okay, it would keep the idiot warm all the same ( no way in hell was he going back to that doll store infested with those stupid, giddy, giggling, airhead girls). Holding the navy pea coat at arms length, Gokudera took one last look at the little garment he spent a good four hours making. The afore mentioned hem was slightly longer on the right side, and the large mismatching buttons had all been taken from his various button-downs (just the last button, easily hidden from view by a clever tucking in of the shirt), the thread he used was a bright sunny yellow, and the little pocket he had sacrificed his fingers for took up a large portion of the jackets left side, but he was an explosions expert not a damn tailor. Feeling slightly proud non-the-less Gokudera pinched the coat between his bandaged fingers and walked over to Yama’s makeshift tissue box bed.

    “Oi, Yama. Wake up”, he whispered gently prodding the tiny person to consciousness. Gokudera waited patiently as one blurry eye blinked open, closely followed by the other. Yawning widely and arching his arms over his head Yama climbed out of the box rubbing his eye with a balled up fist and smiling sleepily.

    “G’morning, Haya-maman”, flushing at his title the green eyed promptu mother scooped up his ‘son’ in one hand and the day’s clothes, set aside the night before, with the other. Grumbling protests to the questioning of his masculinity, Gokudera started his morning routine of making breakfast for 1 ½ (though puling his hair back into a pony tail and wearing a pink apron didn’t exactly help in convincing Yama he was the epitome of manliness), washing and brushing what needed to be washed and brushed, wrapping themselves in their winter apparel (Yama’s completely handmade from his crocheted cap and scarf to his leather and velcro booties) and calling hasty good byes to Uri over their shoulders (“Guard the apartment Uri, and fucking kill any shitheads who try to get in” and “Haha, see you later Uri-sama”) they scurried down the street to walk the Tenth to school.

Omake:
"Are you sure it was a good idea to leave Yama with Gokudera-kun?" Tsuna asked worriedly, watching as said person tossed Lambo out the window.

"It's fine" Reborn explained, "He has a weakness for small cute things".
"B-but Lambo!?"
"I said, small and cute, not useless and annoying"