Tumblr drabble prompt. No. 29: "How is my wife more badass than me?" for Boursara requested by Darkprincess238
Aged up characters, canon compliant
When your wife is out there fighting mountains all you can do is watch, and pray she doesn't find out you forgot to hang out the laundry again.
Mitsuki was looking at Boruto.
He didn't really need to see the destruction in front of him. After all, it was always way more interesting, and entertaining, to watch Boruto's reactions, no matter what he was looking at. Right now he was blinking, incomprehensibly, at his wife, pale as a sheet.
Sarada was just coming into view after being covered by a dust cloud that was slowly dispatching. She was panting heavily, both her fists still tightly closed and lifted in a defensive position as she scanned the area through the dust with the Sharingan. Then it seemed she spotted what she was looking for and took off.
They both followed her into the dust and watched her head to the base of the mountain, crouching down to pick up the enemy nin she had just slammed into the stone with enough force to split the entire mountain in two.
It was abundantly clear that they weren't needed. Sarada had just—literally—gone up against a mountain, an ancient sentient that had been standing guard over the world since the beginning of time, and won.
Boruto scratched the back of his head nervously, and gave a short laugh, "How come my wife is more badass than me? It's not fair, ya know!" he complained, and Mitsuki knew him far too well not to hear the pride mixed in with the thinly veiled exasperation.
Laughing lightly, Mitsuki couldn't help but give a small quip. "Wasn't that half the reason you fell for her to start?" he asked and gave Boruto a comforting pat on the shoulder. "Though I—as always—recommend you to try to stay on her good side, for your own health, and continued existence." Then he took a step back and giggled to himself as Boruto paled even further.
"Oh, crap. The laundry."