Bolt (aka Boruto) and Sarada are 18 at this point.


Bolt had noticed her spending less and less time with him, sneaking away at every opportunity. It wasn't until they ran into Kawaki at the taiyaki stall that he realized what was happening. Her eyes glimmered and her chakra flared. Sarada noticed his irritation but it was too late to try and hide it. Bolt pulled her aside.

He grabbed her by her shoulders. "Is there something between you two?" he grilled furiously.

"No, I just…"

"Then what was that just now?!"

"What? We just had a normal conversation!"

"Your eyes lit up when you saw him. Like you were in love with him! And you've been more and more distant lately! It all makes sense now. All that time you say you've been spending at the lab. You've just been courting him!"

"No, you've got it all wrong!"

Bolt glared at her, brows furrowed tightly. His chakra burned with the fiercest heat. It hurt her to see him look at her that way. Even with all his outbursts, she had never seen him in such fury.

"Bolt, please…"

"There's nothing left to discuss, Sarada. If you prefer him, then just go." With that, he turned and flickered away.

"Bolt…"

She had volunteered to work with Katasuke to help study his abilities and his past. In all that time she spent with him, she couldn't help but notice his tall, muscular physique, his dark and mysterious aura. It was magnetizing, even with his bad attitude. Each session left her wanting to know more, and she spent extra time with him. Kawaki took notice of her interest and began to soften his brashness, to a point of almost inconspicuous flirtation.

Sarada went home hoping Bolt would cool down and she could talk to him while he was level headed. But as her eyelids slowly shut, she heard a knock on her balcony doors. Her heart jumped. 'Bolt!' It's become routine for him to visit her this way. She wiped her tears and tried to put on a cheerful expression.

She opened the door to see a dark, tall figure.

"Kawaki?! What are you doing here?"

"Shh. I couldn't stop thinking about you. The way you looked in that dress tonight." He recalled the little red dress. She even had on heels and makeup, her hair styled. Clearly she dressed herself up for the night with Bolt. He looked her up and down in her sleep clothes. A tight tube top and short shorts. He grabbed her arm.

His strength made her feel weak. With his other hand her grabbed the back of her head and shoved his lips onto hers.

'No… this isn't right… Bolt…'

Sarada couldn't control herself. She couldn't deny how attracted she's been to him. She kissed him back, touched him back, enjoyed every moment his skin touched hers, and immersed herself in feeling him inside her. But deep down she could only think about those bright blue eyes and messy blonde hair.