A/N: Hey guys! I just got on Wellbutrin for my ADHD and Anxiety, so I'm pretty amped today and want to write something I'm unfamiliar with. Thus, a Boruto/Sarada fic! Let me know what you think; I don't see all too many of these just yet, probably because the series is so young. Wish me luck!

PS: Kishimoto owns literally everything.

PSS: Boruto and Sarada are like 14 here I guess?

PSSS: 10 Ryo = 1 USD (100 Yen = 10 Ryo is a confirmed metric from Kishimoto, so the math is pretty simple)

Boruto yawned as he stood up put on his black jacket, having taken a late-day nap in his room after getting home from a mission earlier today. Stretching out, he reminisced. Things had gone smoothly; his team had been required to slay a gargantuan tortoise that was ruining a local lakeside town's sugar cane crop. It had taken a long while at first, but one they'd figured out that his shell was weak to Wind ninjutsu, the task had been quite easy. And thus, he was another 1000 Ryo richer.

It was quite funny really; his team went on so many missions that he'd already built up quite a reserve of cash, and he didn't even need it. Frankly, he was surprised his mom wasn't forcing him to pay rent or something seeing as he wasn't exactly the most willing contributor to his chores at home. At his age, Naruto had been living in an apartment by himself. That was pretty crazy to think of; he couldn't imagine living on his own. Speaking of his father, Naruto was out of the house pulling an overnight shift, as usual. Despite that, Boruto couldn't bring himself to be particularly mad at his father this evening.

Ne, I'm kind of glad dad isn't here tonight...

Yes, for once he was in fact glad that the Hokage wasn't present. There was something he had to do tonight and explaining it to his mother was already going to be quite an embarrassing chore. He couldn't imagine the mess it would make if he talked to his dad about what he had planned.

Frankly, he wasn't even sure if his dad had ever even been on a date. Then again, neither had he, so there wasn't really much of an argument to be made.

Boruto reddened briefly at the thought. He was going on a date. A date. Shikadai would freak when he heard about this! Well, maybe not freak, it was Shikadai after all, but regardless he'd think it was cool... maybe. Eh, who cared, he was giddy with excitement, and admittedly very nervous. It was 8:00 now; he had to meet his date at 8:30. That would be plenty of time.

Boruto then walked down the stairs briskly, hitai-ite tied around his neck and just barely covered by the inner edges of his jacket. He didn't need it on his forehead right now, and those things got a tad uncomfortable after a while. Walking past the kitchen, Boruto was glad that his mother was nowhere to be found, letting out a sigh of relief. The sooner he could leave the better, and to be honest, if he could leave without telling his mother where he was going, that would be a good thing.

Phew, I guess I'm in the clear.

Then of course, things went ever so slightly wrong as he made it to the door.

"Boruto? Where are you going so late?"

A soft voice had called from behind him, in the living room. Turning his neck around in almost a comically slow fashion, he found himself looking at a wide-eyed, vaguely inquisitive Hinata. His mother had caught him.

Damn it! I was so close.

So Boruto forced himself to choke out a reply, albeit with a highly flushed face and a blatantly nervous tone.

"Ah! Mom... I'm just headed out to get in some shuriken throwing practice! Ye-yeah...just shuriken throwing! Sasuke-Sensei says he won't teach me any new jutsu until my basics are better, so I figured I'd go work on it in my off-time..."

His mother eyed him suspiciously for a moment, her usually soft look breaking, if only a tiny bit. Then, she sighed and spoke, seemingly unbothered.

"Alright. I'm proud to see you taking the initiative to train yourself. One question though... wouldn't it be better to practice shuriken throwing with Sarada? She's very good at it, isn't she?"

If Boruto had water in his mouth, he would be spitting it out.

Shit! Mothers are too damn perceptive!

Sparing himself a tad more embarrassment, instead of answering, Boruto just bolted for the door, and swung it open, simply calling out to his mom in a rushed mess of words that could be described as an excuse if you used a microscope.

"Heymomsorrygottagoitsalreadylate!"

The door slammed, and Boruto was off, already leaping away from his house, building to building. That said, even though he had only just started moving, he was already sweating bullets. The power of a mother was not to be underestimated.

Although he'd never know, the moment after he left, Hinata briefly chuckled to herself over a soft smile. Her son needed to learn to hide his intentions better.

By the time he got to the training ground, Boruto was panting, hands to his knees. Had he been followed? Rapidly glancing around, he observed his surroundings, scanning them for any sign of life. The coast looked clear; just the usual forested surroundings and lake. Glancing down at his watch, he checked the time.

8:15 PM... she should be here in like fifteen minutes the-

"You're early?"

A familiar, seemingly inquisitive voice called out from behind him. Of course she was already here. Frantically straightening his back and turning himself around, Boruto found himself face to face with Sarada, wearing her red jacket and...jeans instead of shorts? This was...new. Unsure how to actually prepare a response to her quite literally calling him out, he responded in the most natural way possible; with distaste and a venomous tone.

"Why does it sounds like a question, eh!?"

Sarada just crossed her arms and frowned, turning her head away as she replied, seemingly disinterested.

"You just aren't usually one to be this early is all. I actually figured you'd stand me up."

Boruto sighed almost sweat dropped; were her expectations really that low?! Trying his best to not sound like he was lamenting a jail sentence, he replied, hoping to gain at least a little bit of credibility.

"Ne, I'd never stand you up! I even escaped a terrible beast to meet you tonight!"

He puffed up his chest a little after the last part. Sarada turned her head back towards him and looked at him with suspicion in her eyes before replying.

"And which beast might that have been?"

Boruto's moment of pride was quickly squashed, much like a bug.

"...My mother?"

Sarada just sighed before... laughing? She covered her mouth with her right hand as if she was hiding something, but this sound was distinctly laughter. He didn't hear her laugh often. Boruto of course, just sort of stared at her while she did so, coming to a realization that he'd certainly dwelled upon before coupled with another that he hadn't ever noticed.

She's really pretty... and she has a cute laugh? Is that a thing? I dunno, but it sure seems like it.

Of course, being a teenage boy with no impulse control, Boruto did the least smooth thing possible and blurted it out.

"Your laugh is cute."

Sarada's eyes widened before her entire face reddened in what appeared to be a blush. That was good, right? Well, maybe not, seeing as she immediately turned around and began walking towards the path back to the village. Worried for a moment, Boruto was about to speak when Sarada did it for him.

"...Idiot. Come on, let's go get something to eat."

Boruto's eyes widened before he broke out into a grin; he hadn't messed things up too terribly. Quickly catching up to Sarada, he walked alongside her, quite content with the way things were going so far.

They were about 10 minutes from the the village when Sarada broke what had amounted to mostly silence up until now.

"Where are we eating?"

Shit! I hadn't thought about that! How stupid am I?

He had to figure out something quickly; what did you say in a situation like this? Letting his instincts take the wheel for a moment, he blurted out what amounted to on-the-spot bullshit.

"Oh! I figured we'd um... eat somewhere you wanted to go?"

Thank God that had been what his brain came up with. It was pretty much the only time tonight that his instincts had been on point tonight. Letting the lady decided tended to be a good thing to do, right? Fuck, he didn't know, he was fourteen and new to all of this!

Please work, please work, please work...

"Oh, alright. How does Ichiraku's sound?"

Ramen? He loved ramen! Although, Boruto didn't even know Sarada enjoyed it. Odd.

"I didn't know you liked ramen."

Sarada just glanced at him and smiled a tad before replying.

"Mama makes it whenever papa comes home. I think he got hooked on it because of your dad, actually."

That made a surprising amount of sense. Boruto nodded, satisfied with the answer, and kept on walking before thinking of yet another question to ask.

"Why did we meet at the training ground instead of in town? Wouldn't it have been faster to meet there?"

Sarada nodded, affirming his statement, but then replied with an answer he wasn't expecting, using a significantly more subdued and almost embarrassed tone.

"...I was worried papa would follow me if I told him I was going downtown. If we got caught meeting at the training ground, it would be a lot easier to come up with an excuse than if we were caught in town, no?"

Boruto gulped. The idea of Sasuke finding him on a date with his daughter was quite terrifying.

"Yeah, it was probably a good idea now that I think about it. I'd rather our date go uninterrupted by my sudden murder at the hands of your father."

Sarada, once again, began laughing after hearing this. Boruto withheld his compliments this time, but did laugh along with her. This was turning out to be a very enjoyable experience. It became even more so when Sarada spoke again, this time quite suddenly and without any inhibition, as if she'd been working up to saying whatever it was she was about to say. Extending her left arm outwards towards Boruto with an open palm, she looked at him with soft eyes, speaking just as softly.

"Hold my hand?"

Boruto, for the second time tonight, blushed, glancing around wildly to try and hide it before inadvertently letting eyes met with Sarada's. In that moment, he could tell that she was thinking the exact same thing he was.

Just do it, dammit!

So, without the exchanging of any more words, Boruto simply extended his right arm and took Sarada's hand in his own. Immediately upon contact, his eyes widened with intrigue.

She's really... warm? Why is her hand so warm?

Sarada, as if reading his mind, grumbled out a simple, oddly disdainful response towards the blonde's surprise.

"...it's my nature type. Fire-Release users are really warm all the time. Trust me, it's not as nice as it sounds; makes wearing sweaters a living hell."

Boruto failed to stifle a grin and chuckle at the image of Sarada wearing a sweater. The picture his brain had conjured up looked distinctly like a children's librarian. This being said, his laughter earned him an evil glare from her, as well as a swift punch in the shoulder from her still-free right hand.

"'Ow! What was that for?"

Sarada simply puffed up her cheeks and turned her head away, speaking in a blatantly exaggerated tone of accusation.

"Laughing at a lady is impolite."

Boruto rolled his eyes before attempting to defend himself.

"Hey! It's not my fault you only wear short-sleeved shirts!"

Sarada turned her head back towards him ever so slightly, sparing him a brief glance before sighing and speaking in an equally exaggerated tone.

"Fine, I suppose you're allowed one laugh... but no more! On another note, when did you start noticing what I wore?"

When had he started paying attention to her clothes? Trying his best to mask his intentions, he snuck a glance in Sarada's direction to simply just look at her face for a brief moment. Turning away before she could notice, lest he be punched again, he thought about it for a second.

It was that day on top of the Hokage monument, with Mitsuki, I think... yeah, that when I first realized how pretty she was. I paid attention to what she was wearing starting around then.

It was almost always the same thing, of course. A red dress, or a red shirt, or a red skirt; here was a lot of red, but still, anything that had to do with how she looked interested Boruto, more than any other girl around him certainly had. It even interested him perhaps too much, because soon before long, as their walk towards the village was coming to an end, his mind began to wander in a bit of a risky direction.

Her shirt's pretty, as always... and tight, too. I wonder if everything she wears is red...

He then of course, gulped very loudly and snapped himself back to the realm of reasonable possibility. As much as Boruto's brain wanted to start dreaming of all the clothes he couldn't see, this was a first date, and he was effectively the most inexperienced person alive when it came to any sort of physicality. He'd kissed somebody once on a dare, and that was about it. Unfortunately for him, Sarada had noticed the gulp, and had hopefully not noticed the fact that his pants were had quickly become very snug during his little mental vacation. Turning her to face him with a smirk on her face, she spoke in a relatively calm, inquisitive tone.

"You excited?"

Shit, she had noticed! With his face quickly turning into a wildfire, Boruto frantically searched for an excuse to hide his particular predicament.

"Oh! Well, uh...you're v-very pretty and um..."

Yet, to his surprise, Sarada merely raised an eyebrow in response, and Boruto stopped talking very quickly. Looking him over as if she was suspicious of something, she mounted her reply quickly.

"I was talking about the food, dumbass. What did you think I mean- ohhhhh. Oh. OH!"

Well, it was good to know he wasn't the only one blushing anymore. However, unlike the horrific scowl he'd expected, Sarada's grin had held steadfast after her recognition of his... "issue", laughter following from her mouth instead of a scream like he would have imagined.

"H-hey! It's not funny! I can't control it!"

Are all girls this evil?

Sarada quieted down quite quickly after that, but she was clearly still amused.

"S-sorry *snicker*, it's just... you're so embarrassed by it!"

Boruto looked legitimately offended for a moment, his tone placing this on full display as he pointed an accusatory finger in her direction.

"Of course I am! What would you do if I found out you were wet and started laughing!?"

Sarada feigned a frown, although seeming to legitimately ponder upon his question for a brief moment before replying, this time with a tone that was a tad softer than earlier.

"It's not a big deal, it's natural. I just didn't expect it is all."

His eyes brightened at the notion that Sarada wasn't horribly offended. Boruto then managed to get a reply out, although quite quietly in very stark opposition to his usual behavior.

"...Why wouldn't you? You're a very pretty girl and that tends to be what happens around pretty girls."

This time it was Sarada's turn to be quiet for a moment.

"...thank you. I don't get that a lot... or from anybody besides Chocho, really."

With that, Boruto finally managed to get back his smile from earlier.

"Hey, I guess that just means I get to be the first person to prove her right!"

At that, Sarada laughed once more, although Boruto still had another question to ask.

"I dunno how to phrase this, really, but, is it okay to talk about this stuff? Like, with a girl? I know about most of it, but I just figured this wasn't the kind of thing you talked about on a date, especially not a first one."

Sarada cocked her head, thinking about it for a second, only to reply in a seemingly affirmative tone.

"I don't see why not; we're teenagers and we're on a date, no need to dance around it. It's not unreasonable to think about things like that, although like you said, I guess it's a little bit embarrassing. I'm sure we'll get used to that kind of thing though. I hope so, at least. I just don't think we need to be worried about being awkward, since that's a given. We should just have fun, I guess."

Boruto simply nodded his head in response before beginning to walk alongside her again. He loved the fact that she was so relaxed about these things; he'd have expected her to be as high-strung as she was during missions, but no, deep down, Sarada was just a very... chill girl.

I'm really glad I got her before somebody else.

And even though he didn't know it at the moment, she was glad too.

Dinner went off without a hitch, surprisingly enough. There were no run-ins with teammates, or awkward discussions about human anatomy, just an enjoyable meal shared between two people. And thus, it was coming to the time at which they had to say goodbye for the night. They were standing on a lamp-lit pathway near Boruto's home, having walked to a nearby park after eating to get some fresh air. There was nobody around them, and for that, the duo was grateful.

"You know I can walk you home, right?"

Sarada shook her head, smiling as she spoke.

"I'm pretty sure papa would notice you, and if he did, he'd probably know exactly what we'd been up to. That's...not something I think you'd like very much."

Boruto sighed and replied, resigning himself to the idea that he'd probably never be able to be the gentleman he was probably supposed to be.

"Ah well, I suppose we'll just have to say goodbye here then. Did you have fun?"

Sarada nodded, speaking with what amounted to simple happiness.

"Absolutely. Thanks for taking me out, Boruto-kun."

He raised an eyebrow.

"Kun?"

Sarada gave him an expectant look while she replied?

"Why, would you rather I call you an idiot?"

Boruto snorted, trying his best not to laugh; there had been enough untimely laughter from both parties tonight, the last thing he needed was to mess things up at the last moment of the date. Then, mustering all the confidence he could, he spoke the ballsiest sentence of the night. It could either be incredibly corny or incredibly charming; he didn't know just yet.

"I dunno, idiot's got a nice ring to it. I always liked the fact that you came up with a nickname for me; it helped me figure out that you liked me as much as I liked you."

Please don't backfire, please don't backfire, please don't backfire.

Sarada only stared at him for a moment before smiling; she'd made the same decision to not laugh that he had, he imagined. Only she'd hidden it better.

"Yeah, well, idiot it is then."

Boruto gave her a farcical frown before replying, spurred on by his newfound confidence.

"Awe... can I at least be your idiot?"

Wide-eyed, this time, Sarada couldn't hide her laughter. Boruto's resulting frown was quite real when compared to his last.

"S-sorry, it's just... was that your way of asking me to be your girlfriend?"

Boruto spoke, almost offended, although knowing from previous experience that she meant well.

"So what if it was?"

It took Sarada a moment to calm down, but upon doing so, her reply lifted Boruto's spirits into the stratosphere.

"Haha. Yeah, sure; you can be my idiot. But I want something before I go."

He gulped. Did she mean-

Calm down. Remember that it's okay to talk about things.

"Can I assume that you want me to kiss you?"

Sarada blushed upon hearing the words themselves. So she WAS still more comfortable with subtlety. It was good to know that he still had a few buttons to push.

"...maybe I do. I guess you'll just have to try and see if it works out well for you.

Boruto smirked to try and hide how scared he was. What if he messed it up? He'd done this once for god's sakes, he didn't know if Sarada had ever done it, and it was all just scary and-

"Boruto. We agreed to not be afraid of these kind of things, didn't we? If I'm going to be Hokage I can't be afraid of a kiss."

Looking Sarada straight in the eyes, he saw a soft but scared look that reminded him that she was just as new at this as he was. That being said, he figured it wouldn't do to let her leave unhappy.

"I guess your right hand man can't be either, then."

And with that, Boruto lifted Sarada's glasses off of her head with his left hand before leaning in and pressing his lips to hers ever so softly.

I don't want to push my luck, but wow, she really means it when she says ALL of her is warm.

After a few seconds he pulled away to see a smiling Sarada standing in front of him.

"That was... nice. I liked it, even if it was a bit tame."

Boruto simply shrugged before replying.

"Yeah, it was nice. And even if it was tame, we have plenty of time to get better at it."

Sarada laughed before beginning to walk off.

"I suppose we do. Say... are you busy tomorrow night?"

Boruto shook his head, replying expectantly.

"Nope; why, do you have something in mind?"

Sarada shot him a smirk before replying.

"I might. I guess you'll just have to wait and see. Have a good night, idiot."

And with that, she flickered away on her merry way home. Turning around to walk towards his home, Boruto felt satisfied, among other things, but most prominently, he was excited and looking forwards to next time. Maybe things wouldn't be as awkward next time.

Nah, probably not.

That being said, the fear of awkwardness didn't stop his mind from wandering; only this time, Boruto welcomed it with open arms.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this! If you want to see this become a lil series, please review and favorite; I'd love to keep writing this kind of thing.