Bolt fell forwards into Sarada's arms.
"Oh shit, that was rough…" He groaned out, aching all over.
"Do you want me to get a medic? She offered, knowing Bolt was unlikely to say yes.
"...maybe haha." He laughed lightly, trying not to overexert himself. Sarada quickly put her arm around him, and tutted.
"I wish you would actually go see a medic sometimes. It's not good to just leave things."
"Ah but then I wouldn't get such a lovely lady to lean on…" Bolt clicked his tongue as he commented. Sarada laughed a little, and balked inwardly.
"... come on, we're going to at least get you bandaged up at mine." She pulled her face away from Bolt and stood fully, before helping him walk.
Bolt smirked at Sarada's actions, but she saw it and smacked his arm playfully for it.
The pair slowly made their way back to the Uchiha household. A truly massive place, Bolt had always thought. It's size, reflecting the unmatched stance the Uchiha held throughout history. It was a sign of status, prestige, dignity.
That was kind of funny for Bolt.
Sarada didn't even take notice, she creeped towards her lifelong home, just trying to get Bolt some help. He was hurt, even if he wouldn't accept it, and she would alleviate his pain.
"You know, it would be easier for me to walk if you had a tighter grip…" Bolt threw out wistfully, not looking at his teammate as he did. Sarada processed his words and then laughed, again, the way she had earlier. It was horrible.
"Do you know… that if you would just let a medic treat you, I wouldn't need to hold you at all!" Sarada rushed out the words quickly, her volume rising through the sentence until it climaxed in a shout, and pulled herself away from Bolt.
"Ahhhh, no, no, no!!! Sarada!!!" Bolt called out desperately, his balance suddenly thrown off. He wobbled and wiggled, back and forth in a ridiculous manner, in his opinion, until he face-planted directly in front of the main gates.
"Idiot." Sarada huffed after a moment of taking in her fellow ninja, and leisurely helped her teammate up. "Next time, just be grateful." She put her arm around his waist fully, holding him just tight enough, and huffed again.
Bolt looked up at her, his gaze directly on her face, as she helped him. His eyes narrowed slightly.
"Sarada, you know I love you right!" He laughed boisterously, throwing his good arm around her neck. A light tug was all it took and she was intimately close to him. And he kissed her on the cheek.
Sara's froze, the initial closeness had been a surprise for sure, but this was...
"Hey, what are you doing! Stop!" Sarada shrieked out and shifted out of the 'too close' zone. Bolt only laughed more loudly. "Seriously, what's wrong with you…"
Bolt wanted to laugh. Seriously. It was hard for him not too. It was all hilarious to him.
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