A/N: This is a collaboration between me and Tyytyy, otherwise known as KanaTyy. I never thought I would collab with anyone and ended up finding the one. We've written other fics before this on Tyy's page and are now starting to write on mine too, so I hope you enjoy! Tyy is starring as Kawaki while yours truly will be Boruto, our dynamic is really something to behold so you'd best get ready.
Disclaimer: We do no own Naruto or any of it's character.
Kawaki- Chapter one
It was all a load of bullshit. Being forced to attend college, live in a fucking cramped apartment and share it with a roommate who was annoying as hell no less. I was in my second year, but he was a freshman and on scholarship. He was smart and athletic, new to the school's football team and everyone was raving about him. But he was a fucking pain in my ass. I didn't give a fuck about school, if my guardian hadn't forced me to join, I wouldn't be here at all and even though I was here I spent all my time getting fucked up.
Last night I'd gone a little far and had to lay out of my classes for the day. I woke up to the sound of my alarm and ending up beating the shit out of the clock to get it quiet. Soon as I finished crushing the clock and laid back down my door swung open and Boruto popped in, trying to get me to get up but I cursed him out and refused to move. My head was throbbing and I had only been asleep for an hour at most. There was no way in hell I was getting up.
After a moment he left, knowing I wouldn't give in and eventually I was able to fall asleep once more. It was already late evening before I woke up and I felt like shit. I took a shower and stepped into a pair of pajama bottoms before going into the small kitchen to make myself a sandwich. I ate it quickly on my way to the couch where I plopped down and grabbed my goods box from under the coffee table, quickly rolling a joint.
This was what I needed to feel better. I lit the joint and took a few puffs, savoring the taste. My connection always had the best shit and I wasn't halfway through with the joint before I started to feel the effects-and Boruto walked in the door. His nose scrunched up the instant he walked in and I laid back on the couch, taking another hit and ignoring him. I let my feet rest on the coffee table and stared at the ceiling while exhaling slowly.
"Look, I'm not gonna tell you how to live your life, but as long as we're sharing an apartment I don't want it smelling like weed all the time. At least do that shit in your room." Boruto grumbled as he took off his shoes and hung up his jacket.
I took another hit before lifting my head to look at him. "I don't care what you want asshole. This place is half mine."
"And half of it is mine, so you'd better fucking care. Don't make me take drastic measures." He warned, narrowing his blue eyes. "I've been nice up til now, you don't want to get on my bad side."
I took several more hits while staring at him before outing the joint and sighing. He was such a bitch. "You don't want me to kick your ass." I said, standing and walking into the kitchen for a beer.
"Whatever." I heard him mumble. "Just light a candle or something. Seriously."
Light a candle? He was such a damn idiot. I just ignored him as I sipped my beer and then my phone went off. I didn't know where the hell it was coming from. I couldn't remember the last time I'd had my phone… last night really had been crazy. I walked into the living room, staring at the couch where the sound was loudest. After feeling under the cushions I found it. I missed the call but checked and found it to be Sarada. I'd actually met her through my idiot of a roommate. She liked to party, unlike him and was probably looking to smoke. I called her back as I sat on the couch.
"Kawaki, hey!" She answered and I could tell she was excited.
"You called." I muttered, setting my beer down to go through my goods box. Boruto ruined my high so I needed a little something more.
"Yeah, I was wanting to stop by if you don't mind… with a few friends."
"Alright fine. Bring some cigars."
"Okay!" She giggled and I hung up, feeling Boruto's eyes on me.
I sighed as I went about packing a bowl to smoke. "The fuck is your problem now?" I asked before grabbing my lighter and raising the bowl to my lips.
"I should be asking you that. Did we not just have a conversation about sharing the apartment? I swear my words go in one ear and out the other." He complained. "I'm not trying to nag you, dude, but you really need to learn about boundaries. I asked you to light a candle, how the hell did that turn into you bringing your buddies over to stink up the whole place?"
"Look asshole, I don't have a fucking candle. Even if I did it wouldn't help. You need to stop acting like a bitch and have a life for once. Here, hit this. It will help." I said, holding up the bowl.
He shook his head, expression not impressed. "Not a chance."
"Suit yourself. And it was your little girlfriend anyway. She wants to smoke." I told him, smirking as I went to take another pull from the bowl.
Boruto scoffed and went into the kitchen to grab a beer for himself, leaning against the wall as he drank it. "I didn't know you had an interest in my love life, but for your information I'm single. I don't give a fuck if you smoke. Just spray some febreeze or something then, buy it at the store around the corner."
"So you're just pining over her then. I don't give a fuck and what the hell do I look like, buying febreeze. You want it, you buy it." I loved the smell of weed and Boruto just needed to get used to it.
He rolled his eyes and turned towards the hall. "Fine, I'll buy the damn febreeze. Make sure you use it or else. I will get drastic." He said and headed off to his room, taking his beer with him.
That dumbass… always making threats he couldn't uphold. He may have been strong thanks to his strict workouts but I was stronger. I'd beat the fuck out of his cinnamon roll ass.
Soon Sarada and several of her friends showed up and I let them inside. Boruto was still hiding in his bedroom. Everybody took a seat, some on the floor since the seating was limited in our small apartment. I was surrounded by freshmen and all of them were girls. Shit they were annoying.
"I brought the cigars." Sarada told me, sitting damn near on top of me as she handed over two packs of cigars with hearts in her eyes.
I nodded, in the process of opening my grinder. Most of the girls were talking amongst themselves but Sarada was too busy trying to talk to me. I knew she liked me but I wouldn't fuck with her. I couldn't help feeling that Boruto had a thing for her and even though he got on my last fucking nerve, I wouldn't get in his way. Once I had the weed grinded to my liking I broke down the cigar and quickly rolled it up before handing it to Sarada.
"Let me get closer in rotation." Sarada's best friend laughed as she came to sit on the other side of me. Then my phone rang.
Some of my friends wanted to come over and I wasn't going to stop them. It was friday night anyway and I liked to have a good time. Also, I needed some guys to get me away from all these girls. Boruto was still hiding in his room, even by the time all my friends arrived. The apartment was packed and smoky as fuck and it pissed me off that I felt kind of guilty having Boruto trying to escape in his room so I went to him.
I opened his door without knocking and he was drying his hair with a towel while another was tucked around his waist. My eyes briefly glanced over him before settling into a scowl that he matched.
"What the hell! Ever heard of knocking?" He yelled and then wrinkled his nose. "Just how much weed are you smoking, it reeks out there."
"You don't fucking knock either." I snapped. "Get dressed and come drink with us. We're smoking a lot but if you get drunk enough you won't notice."
Surprisingly Boruto smiled before trying to hide it. "Yeah, that's not the point I was trying to make. If you wanna drink you know I'm down, but only if you take your lazy ass to the store and buy some febreeze."
"What?" I glared at him. "I thought you were going to do that. I can't go to the store and leave you with all these people. Your bitch ass needs protecting."
"Who are you calling a bitch, bastard? I don't need anyone's protection." He huffed. "If you're scared to go alone then I'll go with you. But if anyone here breaks anything while we're out, you're paying for it."
"Do I look fucking scared to you?" I asked, cocking a brow. "We don't need no damn febreeze when all this smoking is going on. We can get it tomorrow. When nobody is here."
He sighed, recognizing my stubborn tone and knowing I wasn't going to budge on this. "Give an inch and they take a fucking mile . . . fine, we'll go tomorrow. Now get out so I can get dressed."
I rolled my eyes as I backed out and shut his door. I didn't make it all the way into the living room before one of Sarada's friends bumped into me.
"Oh, sorry." She giggled, face turning red. "Just going to the bathroom."
Ignoring her, I stepped aside so she could walk by and then continued into the living room. I grabbed my beer from the coffee table and went to stand beside Iwabe who passed me a blunt. I leaned against the wall as I smoked and talked with the guys, ignoring all the girls and their annoying stares. I couldn't deny the relief I felt when Boruto joined us. He was wearing jeans and a black t shirt, casual but enough to leave me feeling underdressed since I was still in nothing but my pajama bottoms. Not that I gave a fuck.
His nose scrunched up at the smell but he seemed to get over it, snatching an unopened beer from a guy's hand as he passed him. He didn't so much as spare the guy a glance as he opened it and took a sip. I watched his blue eyes scan the crowd before meeting mine and slowly he walked over.
"For someone so antisocial, you sure know how to get a lot of people together." He mused, taking in who was here while taking another sip of his beer.
"I don't try… they just come to me." I shrugged, having a sip of my own. "Most of these people are your friends though. Your little girlfriends."
"Oh fuck off. You're the one they're after." He said and nodded to a pair of brunettes checking me out. "See? That's what happens when you walk around half naked."
I sighed. "Well, I'm a guy. This is natural. Doesn't mean they shouldn't keep their eyes to themselves."
Boruto snorted and shook his head. "Sure dude, as long as you're not flaunting it."
"When you look like me, you don't need to flaunt." I muttered as Iwabe came back over, passing me another blunt. I took it.
Boruto raised an eyebrow and then glanced back at the girls, nearly choking on his beer. I looked over to see what the fuss was about and saw one of them making suggestive motions with her mouth and hands.
"Eh." I grunted and hit the blunt as I ignored the gesture. "What a whore."
"I don't envy you." Boruto said and then spotted Shikadai and Metal. "The hell are they doing here?" He asked with a grin and quickly walked over to them.
I sighed as Sarada took his place the instant he was gone. After taking another drag from the blunt I passed it to her and she took it happily, unnecessarily leaning on me as she did.
"You weren't on campus today…" She giggled.
I shrugged. I tried to make it most of the time… but it was pretty often that I didn't. "Couldn't make it."
"But you look fine to me." She mused.
"I am." I said before walking away to find Iwabe and distance myself from her. We started talking about the new shit he'd be picking up tomorrow but I was only half listening, my eyes drifting over to Boruto and watching as he laughed and joked with his friends. He looked happy. He never looked like that when it was just me and him here…
For once, I was actually glad when everybody had finally left. The apartment grew quiet and I sat on the couch to finish my beer. It was late as fuck and Boruto had just locked the door before taking a moment to glance around the living room. The place was a mess, but only because trash was everywhere. I knew he was going to nag me. He could laugh and have a grand time with his friends but then give me hell just because.
"You gonna give me a hand?" He asked as he started to pick up the trash near the doorway.
"Tonight?" I gaped at him. I'd been drinking and smoking for hours. All I wanted to do was pass out. When he gave me a look I groaned and got to my feet. "You're a fucking pain in my ass."
Sulking, I went into the kitchen and grabbed a trash bag before returning to him so I could help clean up the mess.
He watched me move around for a bit before chuckling.
"The fuck's so funny, asshole?" I snapped, snatching up an empty beer can.
"Nothing . . . other than the fact that you look like a grandpa." He said.
"Me? A grandpa? Fuck you." I glared at the coffee table as I cleared it of trash.
He chuckled again and threw his handful of garbage in the bag I had brought.
"Better a grandpa than a grandma. Bitch." I grumbled, carrying the garbage bag into the kitchen where I threw away some more trash. "Fucking prick… calling me a grandpa." I wanted to slap his ass for that. Laughing like he was somebody.
Boruto soon came in with the last of the trash from the living room in his arms. "Move over old man." He teased as I stood in front of the trash can.
Eyes narrowed, I stepped aside and started walking away. "Goodnight grandma." I snorted as I walked into the hallway, heading towards my room.
"Night grandpa, we'll go shopping tomorrow morning, don't forget!" He yelled cheekily.
"Fuck you, I'll be sleeping in the morning!" I yelled back just before stepping into my room and slamming the door.
Damn him for being so annoying.
…
I crashed hard and was sleeping so fucking good when Boruto suddenly started shaking me. I swatted him off and rolled over but he wasn't done. He started pulling my hair and ears, trying to be as annoying as possible.
"Let's go, get up." He ordered. "You said you would, it's not even that early. Come on."
"Get the fuck out of my room, asshole." I growled, snuggling into my comforter. It felt so good to be in the bed. I was still half asleep.
He began pulling my piercings next, moving the blanket out of the way. "Stop being difficult, it's not like I'm waking you up for class. You can go back to sleep when we get back."
"Fuuuuck!" I swatted him away and covered myself back up. "We'll go when I wake up. Leave!"
I heard his footsteps as he left and breathed a sigh of relief, ready to go back to sleep. He came back though and the next thing I knew I was covered in ice cold water.
"Goddammit!" I hissed, jumping up and out of the bed and grabbing the bastard by his neck before shoving him against the wall. "You want me to kick your fucking ass?" I growled, my hot skin rebelling against the cold water soaking me.
"First off, that was funny as hell. You should have seen your face and second, I did ask nicely. It's not my fault you don't listen." He said, not the least bit sorry.
"I don't have any reason to fucking listen to you." I scoffed, squeezing his throat before releasing him and stepping away. My whole body was covered in cold chills to the point that I shuddered. "Damn you, Boruto. You will wash my bedclothes and fucking make it up too." I demanded, pushing down my pajama bottoms. "Get the fuck out, I'm going to warm up in the shower."
He held his neck and turned away, shrugging. "Whatever. I'll be waiting so don't take all day."
"I'll take all fucking day if I want to." I muttered, stripping out of my briefs on my way into my bathroom. Sometimes I wanted to kill his cinnamon roll ass.
…
After my shower I dressed in a pair of my favorite worn out jeans and grabbed one of my usual sleeveless vests and put it on. When I didn't have school this is how I dressed. Always. I ran my hand through my hair before leaving my room, unable to believe this bastard was dragging me out for fucking febreeze. He was waiting in the living room, sitting on the couch and appearing rather impatient. He looked annoyed as I sat next to him and reached for my box. I met his annoyed look with a glare.
"What? You know I have to smoke to get my day started."
"Yeah yeah, tell me when you're done." He sighed and moved to get up.
"Where the hell are you going? Just sit here for a fucking second it won't take long."
He looked at me like I was stupid. "Dude, you know I don't like the smell."
"Asshole, it's not going to hurt you." I rolled my eyes, having finished packing a bowl. I grabbed my lighter and quickly took a hit.
"I know that." He insisted before leaving the room.
I sighed, finding him to be painfully annoying. I could hear him rustling around and then the start of the washing machine. Since he'd busied himself, I took my time smoking. Once I finished the bowl and knew he was done, I got up.
"Come on, asshole. Let's get this over with." I called, making sure I had my phone and wallet.
"Right behind you, bastard." He said as his blond head peaked out from the hallway. He was wearing those stupid sunglasses that he thought made him look cool and he grabbed his keys.
I led the way out, not bothering to wait while Boruto took the time to lock the door behind us. I was already on the sidewalk before he got down the stairs but he jogged to catch up to me. I still couldn't believe I was doing this. I didn't even fucking shop. I bought weed. I didn't even buy my own food. Boruto always did that shit, I just handed him money. I didn't understand why this febreeze meant so fucking much to him.
"So, how much money do you need?" I asked as we walked along. I was not going to buy the shit myself. I came, and he'd damn well better appreciate the thought.
"Don't know for sure, I gotta see what they have first." He said as he switched places with me, walking on the side closest to the road.
"I hope you're going to get some other shopping done so we don't look like a couple of fucking idiots going to town for febreeze." I scowled straight ahead, shoving my hands in my pockets.
He tilted his sunglasses down a bit and made a face. "But we are going into town to get febreeze . . . though I guess I can get some other stuff. Like candles." He smirked.
I scowled at him before shaking my head. "I'll just wait outside while you do your shopping."
It didn't take long to reach the store and it didn't look that busy either. I stopped once we got close enough, not going inside and Boruto held out his hand. I pulled my wallet out and opened it.
"How much do you need?" I asked, annoyed by this whole endeavour.
"Just fork over your wallet, I left mine at home." He told me. "I'll get some more beer and some food too. What do you want?"
"Damn it you're such a pain." I scoffed, slapping my wallet in his hand. "I don't fucking care. Whatever. Just hurry."
He smiled and nodded. "Don't miss me too much." He teased and headed inside.
I pulled out my phone and started checking some missed calls and unread messages while I waited. Boruto would probably take his precious time but I hoped he would be quick. Like I'd fucking miss him while he was gone though… what the fuck was wrong with him. He really knew how to get under my skin. We'd been roommates for several months now but I still wasn't used to him. I probably never would be.
"Kawaki?"
I lifted my head at the sound of my name, eyes widening at the sight of Hikaru walking up to me. He was wearing tight jeans and a dress shirt, grinning happily as his eyes roamed over me. We hadn't seen each other in a couple years. We used to fuck around in highschool but that was ancient history.
"Hikaru." I greeted him coolly, dropping my phone in my pocket.
"Oh my god, it's been forever. You look as good as always." He chuckled. "How are you?"
"Fine." I muttered, feeling a bit awkward with this reunion.
"Enjoying the college life?" He asked, amber eyes dancing with interest. But I was no longer interested.
"It is what it is." I shrugged. "How about you?" I asked then, feeling obligated.
"I'm good. Working all the time so I'm enjoying this day off. We should do something sometime… it has been too long."
I thought over how I could turn him down gently but before I could come up with anything Boruto came out of the store, both hands holding onto several bags. I cleared my throat as he walked up to us, blue eyes looking over Hikaru, his sunglasses pushed up into his hair.
"Oh, I see." Hikaru giggled and reached over to run his hand over my shoulder. "Too bad. Maybe I'll see you around, Kawaki."
I cursed Hikaru endlessly in my mind as he pranced off and Boruto eyed him with curiosity. "Let's go." I said, taking half the bags from Boruto and quickly walking off.
He caught up and was sure enough interested. "Who was that? Seemed quite the character."
"An old friend. He's not important." I grumbled, hoping he'd drop it.
"He is if you actually admit he's a friend of yours." He pointed out. "Why so secretive? He got some dirt on you or something? In that case, he and I should talk."
"I said old friend. Not current. He ain't got shit on me. Nobody does so don't waste your time asshole."
Boruto nodded his head, making his sunglasses fall back on his face. "Touchy touchy, sheesh. I'll find blackmail material on my own then."
"Why the hell would you want to?" I asked, offended.
He smirked. "For insurance purposes, dude. Gotta save my own ass."
"I just can't fucking deal with you." I shook my head.
Before long we made it home and Boruto unlocked the door for us. We carried the bags into the kitchen and set them on the counter. The fact that I was starving was the only thing that had me going through the bags with Boruto. We put everything up and then I pulled out some shit to make a sandwich.
"I'm making spicy chicken so don't go making that sandwich a skyscraper." Boruto said as pulled out some pans and the flour.
"I'm starving here. I could eat two sandwiches and then your spicy chicken and still be hungry. I'm still growing. I have to eat. A lot." I said as I started putting the sandwich together, layering it up just to be a dick. But I'd still eat whatever he cooked no matter what.
He scoffed and washed his hands. "Still growing my ass, you get any taller and you won't be able to step foot in here without having to bend down all the time."
"Guess I'll have to move out if that happens." I shrugged, picking up my completed sandwich before taking a big bite.
"Uh huh, I'll give you some candles as a going away present." He chuckled and dried his hands with a paper towel. "Now get so I can start cooking."
"I'll be in the living room. Get your febreze at the ready." I smirked as I carried my sandwich into the living room and sat on the couch, turning the TV on while I ate.
I turned on a music channel, finished my sandwich and then went about rolling a joint. That sandwich really hit the spot, but I couldn't wait to eat whatever Boruto was cooking. He had it going. It smelled good. I laid back on the couch as I lit the joint and started smoking. Now that I'd eaten and was getting high, I seriously wanted to take a nap. I wasn't going to actually go to sleep, but as I laid on the couch, listening to the music, my eyes grew heavier and heavier. I outed the joint and put it away before letting my eyes close completely. In a matter of seconds, I'd drifted off.
…
I woke up to the smell of cinnamon candles and a hand shaking my shoulder. "Hey. The food's done. You better get up before I eat it all myself." Boruto warned.
I opened my eyes to meet his and yawned. "Damn… I was sleeping so good asshole."
"Don't you always?" He asked and pushed my legs down so he could sit next to me, two plates and beers already on the coffee table.
"I would if you weren't always fucking waking me up." I groaned, my hand running through my hair as I sat up and took a look at the food. It looked as good as it smelled so I was quick to grab my plate. "You got it smelling fruity as fuck in here."
Boruto grabbed the remote and snorted. "Cinnamon isn't a fruit, genius."
"Must be the febreeze then. Whatever it is, it's strong as hell and the smell of weed is much better." I stabbed a piece of the cut up chicken with my fork and then had a taste. It was damn good.
"Then go stink it up in your room." He said and flipped through the channels, digging in once he found something to watch.
"I will stink it up right here as soon as I eat." I told him, mouth full as I wolfed down the whole plate quickly. I hadn't realized how hungry I was. I sat the plate down and grabbed the beer Boruto had for me.
He pulled a candle out of nowhere and set it on the table. "Fine then, just light this when you're done."
"You're too fucking much." I sighed, having a sip of my beer before grabbing my box.
Boruto opened his beer when his phone went off. He pulled it out of his pocket and typed a response, setting it next to his thigh before looking back at the TV.
I almost asked who he was texting, but knew it was none of my fucking business so I kept my mouth shut and continued to busy myself with rolling a joint. I rolled it up and lifted it to my lips, my tongue running across the sticky line before finishing it up and then noticed Boruto was staring at me.
"What?" I asked, arching a brow.
"Nothing." He said quickly, his phone going off again. He laughed after he read the message and a smile was on his face while he typed a response.
"Didn't look like nothing." I said as I lit the joint. "And what the hell has you so happy over there?" I asked, unable to stop myself.
He looked up at me, smile growing. "The guys are putting together a prank for one of the coaches and Metal's throwing out all these ideas. He seems like such a nice guy, but he can be so fucking evil sometimes."
"Sounds pretty lame to me. And those guys like Metal- they're the ones you have to worry about." I hit the joint and leaned back on the couch, resting my legs across Boruto's because he was in my way. "I hope you're not going to partake in such lame shit."
"You only think it's lame cause you're not apart of it." He said and pinched my leg but didn't do anything else to make me move. "Besides, I'm more than capable of handling someone like Metal. I'm the one people need to worry about."
"Ooh." I laughed to myself before taking another drag. "Nobody is ever gonna worry about your lame ass."
He rolled his eyes and reached for some chicken off of his plate. "Just because you don't think so doesn't mean shit. Plenty of freshmen know better than to mess with me."
"Whatever. You're only untouched because you did so well in high school and everyone is expecting you to be such an amazing receiver. Ooh, Boruto the almighty receiver. Shit. I'm not impressed."
Boruto swallowed and reached for his beer next. "Yeah, well everyone can take those expectations and shove it up their asses. I don't play football for them, I play it cause I want to. They need to stay out of my life and worry about their own." He said and chugged half the can.
I was stuck between laughing and coughing. "You better… be glad they expect something of you."
He had a lot of people who adored him. A lot of people who supported him. He was somebody… he was going to be huge- possibly go pro after college. He was smart too and easy to be around. Me though… I didn't have anyone. Sure people gravitated towards me as long as weed was involved, but that's just how people were. Once the weed was gone, so would they be.
"I would prefer they didn't. I'm doing this for me, not them. I'm so sick of people telling me what I should do and how I should act. You'd be surprised at what people have the nerve to say to my face . . . and they think it's okay to say shit like that. I wasn't kidding when I told you I was the one to worry about. My record isn't as spotless as you might think." He ranted, blue eyes staring at the wall.
"Nobody's perfect." I mumbled, staring at the joint in my fingers and feeling how deep my words truly were.
Nobody was perfect, nor could they be. But I had more faults than most.