If there was one thing Tsuna liked about himself, if anything at all, was the fact he had somehow managed to grow to 5'5. He had always been short, which annoyed him to no end when he was in middle school and almost everybody he met towered over him.

It wasn't much, but it was something.

And then that stupid, stupid accident took out not only a good chunk of the mansion, but also a solid four feet of his height. That fact almost made him want to cry as badly as the mountains of paperwork flooding into his office because of it.

Just to let you know, being ankle height with everything and being unable to reach his precious coffee in the kitchen with tiny, stubby little hands, was not fun. He couldn't even go into HDWM with this tiny body!

Tsuna growled in frustration, staring up at the countertop where that god-given pot of beautiful coffee sat, impossibly high up and staring down mockingly at his new form.

When he was younger he couldn't stomach the bitter liquid, but after being forced through complete hell these past few years with complete idiots as friends (no offence to them but come on) he had come to practically worship the life-giving beverage. He still got the ocassional stomach ache but it was so worth it.

But now he couldn't even get to it. How on earth did Reborn survive this? Being so- so tiny?!

Of course, he's Reborn, the Strongest frickin Hitman in the World (yes the capitalization is nessesary).

He gritted his teeth, eyeing the side of the countertop. If he could jump high enough to reach the handle bar on the drawer, then he could hoist himself up to get to his precious coffee.

Of course, he could just ask one of his friends or someone to just get his coffee for him, but NO! If he, the Vongola Decimo, could get his coffee before, something like being stuck in a four year old body shouldn't hinder him from obtaining his heavenly drink!

With that plan in mind, he hopped in place for a moment, checking his jumping height. Okay, I might make it, somehow!

He stopped his hops, bending his knees and keeping his eyes on the prize. I can do this!

With that he leapt up, tiny hand reached out ahead of him ready to latch onto the handle and get up to the last thing keeping him alive-

He smacked into the side of the counter, sliding down and landing harshly on his butt.

"Ow!" Tsuna yelped, scooting back a bit as he rubbed his sore spot. He took a moment to regain what little dignity he had left and stared back up at his coffee.

It just sat there, undisturbed as if smugly showing off how much higher it was than he was.

Tsuna's little fingers curled into a tight fist. He wasn't going down that easy! He swore to himself that he would not return to that hell full of paperwork emptyhanded!

The Boss of the Vongola Famiglia soon found himself trying to drag a chair over to the countertop, to no avail. He kept slipping and falling on his butt, failing to move a chair well over three times his size more than a few inches.

When he couldnt get it to budge any further, he stopped, gazing back over at the kitchen counter longingly. My... My coffee...

He wanted to cry in frustration. He just wanted coffee, is that too much to ask? His eyes were welling up with tears, much to his ever increasing frustration because NO! I'M TWENTY-FOUR I SHOULDN'T CRY OVER SOMETHING LIKE THIS!

Tsuna glared at the counter. No. No he can't give up here. The counter was mocking him and his new form. His pride was not going to take that sitting down dang it!

The toddler - no I'm a grown man! - found himself gripping a makeshift grappling hook made from whatever he could find lying around. (There were a surprising amount of socks and jewlry strewn about, he'll have to talk to the servants about those.)

His little grappling hook, comprised of several shoelaces and small ropes alongside some random wires, was far from pretty or even safe but he needed his coffee, alright? Anything'll do, besides, it's not like anyone's watching.

He readied his arm, swinging the hook and gaining speed. If he could just get it hooked around the handle he could climb up! Come on come on come on!

Tsuna let go, letting it go flying. So close come on!

It didn't land, bouncing off the side and smacking him in the head. Tsuna rubbed his forehead, eye twitching in annoyance. One more!

It took him a few more tries, each failed attempt followed by every curse under the sun in as many languages Tsuna knew. Or rather, every language Hayato knew, and Tsuna just picked up all the lovely explicit words to fall from the bomber's mouth, much to the Storm Guardian's horror.

Eventually, by some miracle, Tsuna finally managed to get the hook to land nicely on the handle, hooking onto it and staying firmly in place. The brunet have his rope-shoelace-wire contraption a tug, finding that it didn't budge, stable enough to keep him up.

Perfect.

He pressed a foot against the side of the counter, tightening his grip on the likely-not-very-safe grappling hook, and started to climb.

Up. Up. Up.

Towards his sacred coffee.

It went well, at least, for a moment. He felt the rope jerk slightly, making him pause and noticed the strings coming undone.

Oh no no no no no not now! Tsuna tensed, panic bubbling in his gut as he started to move faster. He was only halfway up no don't break please my COFFEE-!

It snapped.

He found himself on the floor, rubbing his butt in pain again as he glared. Not yet, I'm not done yet! I NEED MY COFFEE!

The brunet got back up, scowling at the broken grappling hook. He could try a few other things to get up there, but his headache was already getting worse from all this. Half an hour, and still no coffee. He couldn't take this much longer.

With a final huff, Tsuna took a few steps back, before realizing he only went back about two feet, and took a few more until he had a nice running distace between him and the countertop, where that beautifully hot coffee machine awaited him.

If Reborn could do it, so could he... maybe not as well but come on he could still try dang it.

With that in mind, the twenty-four year old sucked in a breath, braced himself, and ran- well, as best he could when he was stuck in a tiny four year old body.

It felt like miles upon miles he ran, and when he finally got close enough, he steeled his chubby little legs and jumped.

So close so close yes yes come to me COFFEE-!

Stupidly giant hands suddenly grabbed at him midair, and Tsuna bit down a shriek, wailing inside as he was pulled away from his precious coffee. He was turned around to face Takeshi- oh sweet sweet Takeshi please give me my coffee- who blinked at him with an oblivious smile.

"Yo, Tsuna! Whatcha think you're doing?"

Tsuna twisted in the raven head's grasp, peeking over his shoulder at his goal desperately. "Trying to get coffee...?"

Takeshi laughed, shaking his head and he started walking towards the fridge, still holding Tsuna. "Now now, you wont be able to stomach it in that body, c'mon have some milk!"

Damn it, nevermind, he's dead to me. Tsuna let out a low growl, thankful his adult voice had been preserved. Nobody would take him seriously if it changed with his body. The combination may have looked really weird but he didn't care at this point. "Takeshi, wait! I really really need my coffee right now-"

Takeshi didn't seem to hear him, happily opening up the fridge and taking out a carton of milk.

Oh hell no.

Tsuna twisted in Takeshi's grasp, kicking as hard as he could and- wait why aren't any of my hits landing?

Tsuna flailed helplesslly, legs too short to hit anything and clawing at the man's arm trying to squirm his way out. Takeshi- no, Yamamoto, he's so dead to me- sat him down on a pile of books stacked on top of a chair and slid him a glass of milk.

Milk.

Tsuna just wanted his coffee.

"You couldn't have coffee when we were in middle school, if I remember right," Yamamoto mused, seeming oblivious to Tsuna's boiling frustration. "So I don't think you'll be able to handle it at four- eh?"

Finally, finally he turned and noticed Tsuna sending him the most threatening death glare he could. Yamamoto froze, blinking owlishly at him, smile slipping.

Yes. Fear me. Give me my coffee.

They stared at each other for a minute, completely silent. Yamamoto slowly reached forward...

...and patted him on his head.

Tsuna stared at his Rain Guardian in disbelief as the man laughed, in his face, at his death glare!

"Aww, you're so cute when you're angry!"

NO! DON'T YOU DARE CALL ME CUTE! FEAR ME DAMN IT!

Tsuna's growls and glares only seemed to make Yamamoto laugh louder, cooing of all things at him being cute and adorable.

This wasn't how it was supposed to go. He was supposed to get his coffee. His increasing headache demanded it.

"Ta- Yamamoto stop!" Tsuna swatted the man's hands away, pointing at the coffee machine. "I want that."

Yamamoto glanced up at the machine, quirking a brow. "But you can't drink that."

"Yes I can."

"No you can't."

"Yes. I. Can."

"No. You. Can't."

"YES I CAN!"

"Nah, Tsuna," Yamamoto nudged the glass of milk closer. "C'mon, you have milk right here, try it!"

Tsuna crossed his arms, glaring at the glass (he ignored the Rain's aww-ing). "Coffee."

"Milk."

"Coffee."

"Milk."

"Coffee."

"Milk."

"Fine I'll drink the milk but only if you let me have my coffee first!"

Yamamoto laughed lightheartedly. "Okay but just a little! Can't have my boss getting an upset tummy!"

Did he just say tummy?

Tsuna watched at Yamamoto walked back over, fixing up a cup of coffee- wait are those the little mugs Reborn used to use? Tsuna didn't know if he should be grateful or annoyed.

When Yamamoto came back, the brunet was quick to snatch up his precious coffee, blowing on it a bit before drinking some.

There was no way he couldn't have coffee, he's still twenty-four! Yamamoto's totally wrong!

...o0o...

Yamamoto was totally right.

Tsuna sipped his glass of milk in frustration, rubbing his sore stomach as Yama- Takeshi gave him a knowing look. "Don't look so gloomy, Tsuna! Besides, if it's your four year old body from the past, maybe drinking a lot of milk now will help you grow!"

Tsuna froze, staring at Takeshi.

That's... that's right. Milk is supposed to help your bones grow strong, right? He also remembered Takeshi drinking lots of milk when they were kids and he was a giant even back then! So- so does that mean if he drank a lot of this stuff while in his four year old body he'll grow taller?!

With that in mind, Tsuna quickly got back to drinking- now chugging- his milk, much to Takeshi's amusement. He finished up within seconds, slamming the glass down and looking up at Takeshi, a determined glint in his eye. "Gimmie another one."

Takeshi seemed to try choking down another laugh as he got up to refill the Decimo's glass of milk.

It took him far too long to notice he had a mostache of milk on his face.

It also took him far too long to notice his glares looked more like pouts in this body, much to his despair.

...o0o...

A/N: I- I don't even know. I recall on the wiki it says Tsuna can't have coffee, so, yeah. Sorry this took like, almost a year to update, dang. No I'm not gonna abandon this or anything, but don't expect regular updates. Those will pop by randomly lol.

Also thanks to assassin8 for checking this over! It's cause of her this thing is longer than I intended LOL

Thanks for reading! I'd love you hear your thoughts in the reviews, and I'm completely open to ideas by the way!