Short oneshot based off a friend's headcanon that as Boruto grows older, he looks less like Naruto and more like Hinata.
Parents love to compare their children to themselves. It's a point of pride for a lot of parents to see themselves in the next generation and Naruto was no different. It excited him to no end to see his son's blonde hair as he ran around or the big grins on his face. Everything about him, from his big blue eyes that shone like big sapphires to his unruly hair brought a goofy grin to his face. Nonetheless, he could also see Hinata's looks starting to show on the toddler. But for the most, everyone would compare him to Naruto.
Upon seeing the child, Sasuke had laughed and commented that Naruto's clone technique was so embedded in him that it was showing in his offspring. Sakura had lamented on the fact that having shadow clones running around was bad enough, and now that he had a child who looked like him, things would be worse. Hinata had looked lovingly at her son every step of the way and encouraged him to be kind and happy.
When he'd turned 8, his hair was a little longer and he was running around causing trouble, just like his dad. Shopkeepers who had seen Naruto as a child smiled with nostalgia as the boy ran past, paint bucket in hand. Even Teuchi, his eyes weathered by age smiled when he saw the young blonde running around, imagining the boy running alongside his father. Everyone could tell that he was the son of the legendary Naruto.
Around the time he turned 15, people started to notice a difference in the boy. His hair was getting longer and shaggier than his father's ever had and his facial features had elongated. He was swiftly growing up and making a name for himself. Naruto often saw the shadow of his mother in him and it brought him to a chuckling laugh. The defined cheekbones and intense gaze was one that many recognised as a staple of the Hyūga. In fact, he'd even been mistaken for a girl from behind a few times, much to his chagrin.
When the boy finally grew into a man, his hair was long enough that when it was tied back in a ponytail, it reached down to the tip of his jeans. His eyes were soft and resembled that of his mother, his eyes glowing with happiness everywhere he walked. He, alongside Inojin, was drawing a lot of attention from the girls of the village, with their beautiful, slightly effeminate looks creating quite a stir. When Naruto watched him from afar, he was reminded of Hinata before their mission to the moon.
Nothing made the two parents happier than when their child, the man who'd grown up to be renowned as a powerhouse around the nation stood on the television. His confident smile and bright blue eyes, his kindness. Even though it brought giggles from people at his boy's height. He'd definitely inherited it from Hinata, being far shorter than his little sister who towered over him, almost as tall as her father.
He reflected both of them equally, and they couldn't be any prouder of him. He was the sum of their parts and whenever he stood up for the country they would share a smile and squeeze each other's hands. One day, a few weeks before his 28th, Boruto was helping his mother hang out the washing while Naruto fumbled around with his new phone. He glanced over the two people who had raised him and dipped his head slightly.
"Thank you for everything, mum."
"Thank you for everything, dad."