Chapter 1- History Might Repeat Itself
Boruto walked throughout the street with a pout in his face. He was disappointed that once again, his friends didn't show up in the pranking he planned. He stared sadly in the ground and walked with a hunched shoulders.
He could feel Sarada's chakra following him. He stopped and smirked suddenly. Hmm, he thought smugly. It was like how his mom followed his dad when they're their age. "You can come out if you want!"
Sarada came out behind a pole. Boruto turned around with a handsome smirk. "Yo, Sarada! What comes?"
She raised her right brow and gritted her teeth at him. He chuckled. "What are you laughing at?"
"I didn't know you have a crush on me that much, Sarada-chan," he said. His eyes were twinkling while he gazed at her.
She flushed red and glared at him indignantly, "What are you talking about? I don't have a crush on you. Hmph!" She turned and ran away.
He was left shaking his head with a soft chuckles. That girl really like him somehow. Maybe he needs to court her before others will think to do it.
On another time. On another time. Maybe years from now.
