A/N: This happens during episode 92 of Boruto: Naruto Next Generations! and refers to episode 72. It's just a silly little thing that I've been thinking about. I hope you'll enjoy it! ;)
Disclaimer: Anything you recognize as canon does not belong to me (basically).
Do you really want to know?
As Boruto, Sarada and Mitsuki laughed together, bathed in the light of the setting sun, Boruto suddenly tensed and stopped laughing, prompting the two others to stop as well and look at him in varying states of confusion.
"What is it Boruto...?" the young Uchiha asked, wondering if her teammate had finally snapped.
Mitsuki shared a questioning glance with her when Boruto did not react beyond a nervous twitch under his eye. This went on for a few minutes, until...
"Ne Mitsuki..." the blond finally broke the silence, "...When you left, Sarada and I didn't know at first for sure, so we kind of decided we had to check your house out in case anything had happened..."
Understanding slowly dawned on Sarada, and she took a step back, determined not to get involved, but still wanting to see how this would unfold.
"Oh?" Mitsuki's questioning tone was light and Boruto resolutely avoided eye-contact.
"Yeah... And erm, your door was sort of... open?" Boruto's voice was beginning to waver and he glanced nervously at the retreating Sarada, silently begging for help.
Alas, it was not to be. The Uchiha innocently averted her eyes and Boruto felt like crying.
"HM?" Mitsuki smiled, puzzled but patient.
"... So Sarada entered without permission-" (sweet revenge)
"Hey!"
"-and I followed to make sure she didn't make a mess, you know, like- it was a matter of solidarity- if she found stuff she didn't like, bro to bro you know...!"
"I'm glad you felt this way Boruto." Mitsuki replied, still smiling and still not seeing where this was going.
Boruto felt his nerves progressively getting the best of him and he fidgeted where he stood, refusing to glance at Sarada for support since the traitor made it clear she wasn't going to get involved.
"A-anyway, we looked around for a bit, and I gotta say you have the most depressing interior design, like I guess not everyone has a gift for it but man, it was seriously bland-"
"Boruto, what do you want to tell me?"
The young Uzumaki floundered at being interrupted in his beating around the bush and his eyes darted everywhere but in Mitsuki's direction. Sarada quietly snickered to the side and wondered to herself if the blue-haired boy had interrupted because he had been offended by Boruto's criticism of his admittedly bland decorating sense.
"Wha- what I mean to tell you is..."
Both Mitsuki and Sarada leaned forward and Boruto felt his face grow hotter.
"Erm..."
Sarada's eyes twinkled with glee.
"... uuuh- sorry for intruding! I don't usually ever enter houses uninvited, Kaa-san would kill me if she knew, even if we're teammates, so I wanted to let you know and apologize-"
"For goodness' sake, BORUTO!" Sarada burst out, cutting off the blond's apologetic babbling with a glare. "That's not really what he wanted to say," she quickly informed the blinking Mitsuki, before turning back to her childhood friend, "Right, Bo-ru-tooo?"
"Sh-shut up! It is! I just wanted to apologize, so there! I'm going home, see you guys later-"
"Not so fast!" Sarada grabbed the retreating boy by the collar and pulled him back to face Mitsuki. "Really," she heaved a sigh, "you're such a hopeless case, I guess I just have to help you out."
"Sarada you!-" Boruto's panicked gasp didn't deter the dark-haired girl, and she looked Mitsuki right in the eye.
"We saw the picture on your nightstand, and what Boruto wants to know is: why do you keep a picture of him there?"
…
After a strangled noise of shock, Boruto protested loudly.
"Oi! You want to know too, you hypocrite!-"
"So?" Sarada prompted, not breaking eye-contact once and keeping a firm hold on Boruto's arm to prevent escape, "I don't mean to force you to answer, but as it is his picture, I think w- he has a right to know."
Mitsuki's golden orbs had widened slightly at the question and his mouth had formed a small "oh", before he closed it and contemplated his answer. He couldn't exactly talk about the provenance of the picture since it involved his parent who was an S-rank classified subject, but thankfully, this was not exactly what the young Uchiha's question had been about. He decided to be as truthful as he could under the present circumstances.
He held his chin in a thinking pose.
"I like Boruto, so I put his picture close to my bed in order to be able to see it when I am at home and not by his side."
Boruto felt Sarada's grip on his arm go slack, but he was too stunned to react anyway. Mitsuki continued unhindered.
"I debated on taking it with me when I went to Iwa, but I realized there was a high probability of it being found, which would have painted me as even more suspicious than what they had already previously assumed. Besides, I figured it would brighten up the room in my absence if I left it, since Boruto-"
"-is your sun, right?" Sarada quipped, but it wasn't him she was watching anymore.
"Indeed." Mitsuki confirmed and smiled at Boruto.
The boy was standing frozen, mouth hanging wide open and face entirely scarlet, all the way from his neck to the roots of his hair.
"Th-that's..."
"What is it Boruto?"
The Uzumaki stared, unable to respond in any coherent form, and so Sarada decided once again to take things in her own hands.
"You like Boruto very much huh?" she smirked and observed Boruto's reactions from the corner of her eye.
"Yes, he is a very precious person to me." the blue-haired boy replied with as much ease as usual, "I have finally realized this was also a product of my will, and can now confidently say that he is my sun by choice, even if it may have not been the case at first." he concluded with a close-eyed smile.
"I... see."
Sarada was unsure of the exact meaning behind some parts of that last statement, but decided to ignore her bemusement and looked back at Boruto who had finally closed his mouth. He was sweating profusely when he opened it again, and Sarada had a lot of trouble not showing her eagerness; this was better than a movie.
"I... Thank you M-Mitsuki, for thinking so highly of me... You're a really good friend!"
Sarada almost face-planted there and then. Couldn't that idiot take a hint!
"Just erm- if you could refrain from putting it just next to your bed, it would help prevent any... misunderstandings..." the last part was mumbled and it was Sarada's turn to blush furiously at the implications.
"Boruto!"
"What! It's true, it gets you wondering ya know?!"
"Oh? What are you two talking about?"
"NOTHING, you don't have to worry about that Mitsuki! You're a great guy, it's good that you're so pure!" Boruto chuckled awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck as he smiled at him.
Mitsuki wondered what made Boruto think that he was pure, what with the way his parent had trained him to kill his opponents in cold blood – which he was only now starting to discover was a bit frowned upon in actual society – but he just smiled back, glad that the blond didn't think badly of him.
The three of them continued to discuss (argue) for some time before they went their separate ways, Mitsuki being finally allowed to return to his flat for the first time in weeks. And as Boruto asked his mom if he should consider it weird if someone had his picture on their nightstand – only to have Hinata vaguely reveal that she may or may not have stalked his dad for years prior to their getting together – and as Sarada despaired at the stupidity of boys with her mother, Mitsuki placed some new photos on his nightstand and hugged Boruto's picture close, confident in that his choices and his will were his own.
… At least his teammates hadn't found his Boruto Dakimakura*; that would have been hard to explain.
FIN
Definition of *Dakimakura: (from daki (抱き) "to embrace or cling" and makura (枕) "pillow"), is a type of large pillow from Japan. The word is often translated in English as a "body pillow". (Wikipedia)
"WHAT DO WE WANT?"
"DAKIMAKURAS!"
"HOW DO WE WANT THEM?"
"CUTE AND CLEAN!"
(seriously though, I need a huggable fluffy version of Mitsuki that won't be butt-naked)
That's it for the end word, hope you enjoyed this little piece ;)
I may or may not write a prequel about Mitsuki's Boruto Dakimakura in the future.
Extra:
"...Sooo, do you plan on making those things available to the public anytime soon?"
"Why Suigetsu, of course I am. How selfish of me would it be to keep this invention all to myself? Aside from bettering our relationship with the Leaf, there is also the fact that we already have produced a sizeable stock that we need to make some profit from. I am counting on Naruto-kun's 'Hokage hat version' being a big hit, for one..."
"Oh, so this was your plan from the very beginning?"
Orochimaru turned slightly towards Suigetsu, still petting his Mitsuki Dakimakura tranquilly.
"Of course Suigetsu, have no doubts concerning my motivations." he answered and went back to sewing the reds of Sasuke's sharingan on another human-sized pillow case.
"... Of course."
THE (TRUE) END.
Update: Minor edits
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