This is the first time I'm writing a fic like this. I'm also not a Naruto x Sarada fan. I think it's cute that she admires him, that's about it. I don't know what compelled me to write this, but I like to try out new things. Also, I write these pretty quickly and post them soon after, so I always come back to rehash them. So I'm going to make this the reader's choice, whether she sleeps with x or not. I wouldn't like Sarada sleeping around, but again, I wanted to try something new. So please, if you like it, leave a review, let me know what you think, and what you think should happen (but it's not guaranteed it'll go your way).
Edit: Sarada is in her late teens at this point. And no, I am not changing this to Sarada x Boruto. They will interact, possibly end up together, I don't know yet. But it was intended to be NaruSara and it'll stay that way. So no need to comment that. Thanks.
Sarada stood outside the Hokage's office leaning against the wall in her red, tight fitting low-cut mini dress. The neckline was low enough that it reached just above her breasts, giving onlookers a teasing view. The skirt was only long enough to cover everything but her long, slender legs. It's been two weeks since her apprenticeship began and for those two weeks, she struggled against her emotions. This morning she finally came to terms with it.
She decided to wear something nice, something attention catching. Why? She didn't know. She just wanted something that screamed "look at me." For who, she denied the truth. For Boruto of course. Just in case he comes into the office. She's been busy with her apprenticeship and he's been busy with his training and his missions. Seeing him occasionally always made her heart race. But there was no guarantee she would see him today. He never showed much interest in her either. She once wore a little bikini at the beach, and she spent most of it with Chocho, with Boruto hardly batting an eye at her. So why she decided to wear that little dress… she didn't want to think about it.
…Until she stepped into the Hokage's office. It was when she saw the Lord Seventh's eyes widen with shock and blink with bewilderment that she realized who she dressed for. It all came bubbling up. Deeply rooted attraction to him since the day she met him. At first it was just an innocent crush. She was a child, but his tender cerulean eyes and gentle amiable smile was magnetic. When she went to look for her father and had the false idea of who her mother was, he held her softly as he gently talked her through her true feelings about Sakura, biological mother or not. His hand was big and strong and she felt so safe, it was comforting. At the time, she wished he was her father. Now, she wished he was something more. But she knew this relationship was taboo. He was the Hokage, a married man with two children.
Still, the spark in his eyes made her want him more. She was sure he would turn her down. She was sure it would make their relationship complicated. And she was sure it would ruin his image, his career, as well as her future. It would never bode over well. The spark, she knew, must've been shock, rather than attraction. It was a dress that showed a bit more skin than she normally wore. Something she would wear to a date, or catch her love interest's attention. And today she would accomplish neither. There was no way she could risk pulling a move on him, only to be rejected. But still, she couldn't help entertaining thoughts to get what she wanted.
Boruto… the son of the Hokage. If only you would look at me with that spark in your eyes. Then maybe I wouldn't have this silly crush on the Hokage, who you're basically a clone of. A sillier, dumber, more charming clone. Why don't you? Am I not attractive enough? Is there another girl? Is he… that way? She spent so many ways trying to catch his attention, and it all went to waste. Boruto, you idiot.
I'd really like to know what you think of this fic. So what do you think? Should she pull some moves?