Chōchō stood before Sakura Uchiha.

The young Akimichi had never been more ecstatic in her life. Well that was debatable but needless to say, she had been internally jumping for joy since this morning, when she received the best news ever. Thanks to Sarada, she'd be getting an unlimited supply of potato chips for the next three months. Unlimited! Words could not even begin to explain how thankful she was. And hungry. Yeah, the girl clutched her stomach, she was starving.

"Sarada should be upstairs in her room. Would you like me to go and get her?" The woman gave her a gentle smile, which made the amber eyed girl wonder how in the hell this lady was related to her oh so Uchiha-like friend.

Her bangs swayed as she shook her head. "That's okay. I'm just here to thank her for something. You mind if I go up myself?"

"Go ahead. It's the second door to the left." Before she could say more, the teen was making her way up the staircase, squealing in the ungodliest of pitches.

The pink haired kunoichi could only stare in bewilderment.

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The Akimichi stood in front of Sarada's door with the intent to knock. She couldn't wait to tell Sarada. Albeit the girl may not share the same love of potato chips, Chōchō was excited to share the news anyway. After all, Sarada was the one to thank.

Her excitement quickly turned into curiosity once she took notice of the conversation coming from the other side of the door.

"Fine but you owe me one, Boruto."

Amber colored eyes went wide as the girl shamelessly pressed her right ear against the door. Sarada was so going to hear it from Chōchō for not telling her about having a boy in her room. Not just any boy, too. She had Boruto over! To say that Chōchō was surprised was an understatement.

"Of course." No doubt that was him. But what was he doing here?

"If you don't want my mom to know you're here, then you're gonna have to be quiet." Oh? Chōchō marvelled at this.

Moments passed before either of the two spoke again and the brown haired girl was left to wonder what they were up to. It was strange enough that the girl had willingly let the blonde in her room. But why the secrecy? What were they hiding?

Sarada's voice broke the silence. "Get on the bed. And if I'm going to do this, you need to take that off." Wait. What the hell?

Chōchō Akimichi was beginning to think thoughts. Whatever it was that the two were doing in there was probably not something she should know about.

The girl shivered. Was this really happening? Boruto and Sarada fell silent again and this time, Chōchō could only think about how wrong this was.

"Boruto! It's so big, I don't think I can—" The Akimichi's thoughts ran wild as Sarada stammered.

"Please? Just try."

Oh my god! Chōchō was practically screaming inside. Sarada had the guts to do this in her parents' house! But then again, where else would they do it? Boruto's mother had the byakugan. There's no hiding from that.

"Fine." She heard Sarada say.

She shot a glance at the staircase. Surely Mrs.Uchiha would be coming up soon to check on her. Maybe it was time to go? As interesting as this was, this was something only Boruto and Sarada should know about. And she could respect that. If anything, if she wanted to see her two friends the same way again, it was best if she went home.

"Oh Sarada. Ah, that feels—" Boruto's words trailed off, but Chōchō heard the series of groans the blonde boy made. Her cheeks flushed. She did not like the way Boruto said her friend's name. It demolished the tiny part of her brain that still believed in her friends' innocence.

"Keep still or you'll regret it. Here, put this in your mouth. And stop making noise."

All it took was a few more groans from Boruto for Chōchō to lose her mind. She couldn't take it anymore. No amount of potato chips would make her feel better after this. Nobody should have to hear their two friends get it on.

Oh, she was so out of here.

Chōchō had never run so fast in her life. She bid Sakura goodbye in a scurry and probably left dents in the floor as she stomped out.

Again, the kunoichi could only stare in bewilderment.

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Earlier

Boruto stood before Sarada Uchiha.

The young Uzumaki had never felt so much pain in his life. Well that was debatable but needless to say, he had been dying inside since this morning, when he received the worst beating ever. All thanks to Sasuke, who had been pushing him hard this past week. Words could not even begin to explain how tired he was. And injured. Yeah, the boy clutched his stomach, he was injured.

"Boruto? You're bleeding!"

He took a look at his hand, which had previously been on his wounded stomach. Blood covered his fingertips and part of his—once white—shirt turned crimson.

"Your crazy ass father decided to try some new things today. Thus, this." Boruto pointed at his blood stained shirt.

Sarada grimaced. "Look, if you're looking for my mother, she's downstairs."

"No. I need you to help me. Your mom can't know." The girl raised her eyebrows. Her mother was one of the best medical ninjas the village had to offer. Either Boruto was stupid, or he was lying about where he got the nasty cut from. "The last time I went to your mom after training with Sasuke, I was graced with a firm beating the next day. Courtesy of your father."

Sarada didn't follow.

"Point is, she probably told him off for being so rough with me." He explained. "And it's not a coincidence that the very next day, I face an angry Sasuke. I learned my lesson. Your mom can't know."

"Fine. But you owe me one, Boruto."

"Of course."

"And if you don't want my mom to know you're here, then you're gonna have to be quiet." Sarada stared at the boy. Oh, this was going to hurt. A small part of her would enjoy it, she thought.

Boruto shifted uncomfortably under her gaze. She then took notice of the less severe cuts he had. Just what the hell had her father been doing to him? Poor guy. It was no secret that her father took everything seriously. Boruto was in for one hell of a ride. Or he was just riding in hell. Either way, she couldn't believe Boruto still agrees to train with Sasuke.

Sarada began to look for her first aid kit. Last she remembered, it was in her closet. "Get on the bed. And if I'm going to do this, you need to take that off." Though she didn't say, Boruto knew that she meant his shirt.

He removed it and took a seat on the girl's bed. Sarada, now having found what she was looking for, began to soak a cloth in hydrogen peroxide. Once it was ready, she turned to face the blonde.

Her eyes went wide when they landed on the gash running across his stomach. "Boruto! It's so big, I don't think I can—"

He stared at her desperately. "Please? Just try."

How could she resist those eyes? They would kill her one day, she thought. Screw you, idiot.

"Fine." Sarada huffed. She wasn't doing this because she cared or anything. Yeah right. She grabbed the damp cloth and began to clean the wound.

It had long since stopped bleeding, but Sarada could not ignore the dirt and white lint that lingered.

Boruto squirmed. "Oh Sarada. Ah, that feels—" He would not cry, Boruto thought. Sure it stung, but he had felt way worse. He was under the Sasuke Uchiha's wing. His mother was a monster when upset. And often times the girl before him made it fairly easy for him to believe she was the devil herself. So he could handle this.

His groans got louder as Sarada ran the cloth against his skin a little harder than before.

Nevermind, he could not handle this.

Something about the way he said her name made Sarada a bit flustered. "Keep still or else you'll regret it. Here, put this in your mouth." She handed him a T-shirt that was nearby. "And stop making noise."

He accepted it and proceeded to make the most inhumane sounds, much to Sarada's dismay.

Oh, it was going to be a long night.

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A/N : hello! so a lot has happened since i left. i don't think i will continue any of my other stories, but i'm back and (hopefully) i've improved.

this story is ib a few other stories i've read, so it isn't my idea. anyways, if you want you can follow me on instagram! @soranhoe

thank you!