There were always some men that confirmed Boruto's sexual preference to men. Yori Yosano was one of those men.
Yori, at first look, looked completely average. He had straight, dark brown hair that didn't have many flyaway's; his eyes were a medium brown, appearing like topaz gemstones when the light hit them just right; his nose was proportional to the rest of his face, not too wide and not too big; his mouth was a little on the thin side with a scar on the top lip; and his jaw was sharp with thick stubble, which showed up in contrast to his pale skin. All in all, a perfectly normal face. There was something about it that made people double take. Maybe it was the way he carried himself, all confidence. Maybe it was the friendly smile that he greeted everyone with. Maybe it was the loving spirit his aura seemed to excrete. Whatever it was, it had Boruto hooked, and that was dangerous.
Boruto cursed the blush on his face. The man in front of him was still smiling widely, but with a raised eyebrow and a curious expression.
Boruto coughed, trying to make the mood more professional between the two.
"Hello, Yosano-san, I am the person sent to show you around my home village. My name is Boruto Uzumaki," Boruto stated evenly, bowing slightly. The blush on his face seemed to be here to stay. Boruto cursed his mother's genetics.
Yosano cocked his head to the side, like a dog would. "Uzumaki, huh? Any relation to the oh great and powerful Lord Seventh?"
Boruto forgot his professionalism for a second, the mask reserved for missions slipping. He stuck his tongue out at the mention of his genetic giver. Yosano laughed, and suddenly Boruto remembered who he was around. He gave a sheepish smile, blush darkening on his face, rubbing the back of his neck, elbow extended toward the sun.
" Lemme guess, he's your dad? Everyone looks like that when their father is mentioned."
"Yes, Yosano-san, Lord Seventh is my father."
Yosano waved his hand in the air as if to dispel a vision, strong fingers catching wide blue eyes. "Please, do not call me Yosano-san; Yori is fine. I have the strangest feeling that you and I are going to become very… close."
Boruto's eyes widened. Was this man… Flirting with him? The blond had heard stories from his fellow shinobi about the people they were on missions to watch over coming onto them, but they had always made it sound like a bad thing. Boruto was entertained by this man who was almost his parent's age flirting with him. It was nice, someone who he found desirable flirting with him. Too bad nothing could come from it.
"Are you flirting with me?" Boruto blurted out, not thinking before opening his mouth. His mother told him that was a trait he had inherited from his father. He gulped and looked at the older man with a deer caught in the headlights expression. Yori laughed, a deep thing, that reminded the young man somehow of beef stew on cold winter nights.
"Nothing gets over your head, huh, Sunshine?"
"'Sunshine'?" the blonde asked, perplexed. This time it was the older man's turn to blush. Boruto had never seen an adult man blush before, and he was entranced by the rose dusting on the man's pale cheeks.
"Y-yeah," the previously confident man stuttered out, "Your hair is like… Sunshine solidified. When the sun rays hit it just right, it gives you sort of a halo, and makes you look ethereal."
Boruto was perplexed; he was never given compliments on his appearance other than that his eyes were 'more blue-er than the seventh's' which was a compliment given to him by Sadara years ago when they took the chunin exams.
He didn't exactly know what to say to that, so he quickly grabbed out the mission scroll in his front pocket of his track suit, and unfurled it, fingers shaking miniscule. The blond quickly scanned the contents of the scroll, and then rescanned it, having been too distracted to really take in anything that was written on it.
"Okay, so it basically looks like you hired me to show you around the village?" Boruto asked, one blond eyebrow raised. Yori nodded, smiling slightly; internally glad they moved on from his bad flirting and onto more professional topics.
"Yeah, I'm only going to be in town for about three weeks for a business conference and I needed someone to show me around so I can navigate around the village on my own."
"What do you do?" Boruto asked curious, as he started walking the opposite way of the front gate. Yori caught on, and trailed beside the eighteen year old.
"I actually work for Garse Inc., ya know, the company that makes all those portable games?"
Boruto's eyes widened, and he started jumping up and down in place, grabbing on to his client's arm. He mentally noted that it was warm and steady, but it was missing all the muscles he had grown used to on all his shinobi friends and family. Office jobs didn't require one to workout or train much. Boruto didn't really mind it. "I LOVE Death Day I, II, and IV!"
Yori smiled as they kept walking, eyes little 'u's. "What about Death Day III: Revenge of the Dead?"
Boruto stuck his tongue out and let go of the man's arm and instead poked it. "Death Day III: Revenge of the Dead was so lame; it wasn't even an original thought. Come on, zombies? As if zombies weren't an idea already beaten to death by media nowadays."
"Are you trying to tell me that you think the Death Day series in general is original at all?," Yori asked incredulously, swatting the blonds' hands away from his figure. Boruto huffed and crossed his arms. Boruto was amazed that he could act so friendly toward a total stranger. Out of the two of the Uzumaki siblings, Himawari was more of the friendly open one; Boruto tended to be distant and reserved toward people he didn't know. "Are you for real trying to tell me that a game that has basically no plot and is all about surviving after the fall of all the shinobi villages is original?"
"It's more original than zombies."
"We can agree to disagree."
"Wow, really showing your age with that statement."
"Oh, be quiet you, don't you have a job to do instead of harassing your clients?"
Boruto sighed dramatically, and swept his hand around the perimeter of where they were standing. Yori looked around, a dark eyebrow raised. "As you can see, we are walking down Konoha's main street. For the first few blocks, the stores are horribly over priced and are basically tourist traps. Also, I am not allowed inside of them."
"What happened?"
"The Great Prank War is what happened. Dad still isn't allowed in them either, even though he is Hokage."
"I'm kinda scared to ask what you both did."
"Even my mother doesn't know," Boruto grinned cheekily. "Me and Dad decided that there was some things she didn't need to know. Now, over there is the best place to get a hamburger, and…."
Boruto just started pointing out random shops, not completely sure what he was supposed to show the man. The mission scroll stated— in the most vague terms— to show the newcomer around. Boruto made a mental note to talk to someone about that scroll.
The two men walked through the village, from the restaurant and shop filled main street, to the side street leading to the academy, to the road split that lead to the training grounds, and eventually all the way toward the business district. The business district was near in the southwestern section of the village, off to the side. Boruto rarely had a reason to go to that section of buildings, so he didn't know it well.
They walked to a building that had a large sign in front of it that read: GARSE INC.
"I assume this is where I will be working the next few weeks," Yori sighed, staring at the building. It gave off a demanding presence, with its slate grey outer walls. It was a more modern building in design, rows on rows of room sized windows. You could see a sea of people in business suits working diligently on their computers when you peaked through the windows, and other people pretending to be working but were really watching funny cat videos.
"Yes… And I guess this concludes our tour," Boruto said, slightly sad that he would have to leave behind the nice brunette. Boruto couldn't figure out what had attracted him to this man so quickly, but he was sad to see him go.
The brunette turned to him, readjusting the strap of his olive backpack. He looked desperate; Boruto hoped it was a sign that the man didn't want to part with him as much as he did. Boruto cursed himself for his wishful thinking. He should know thinking like that leads to disappointment. Boruto was never the first choice.
Suddenly, Boruto's stomach growled loudly, echoing in the quiet street around them. Boruto blushed in embarrassment. Yori couldn't stop laughing, holding onto his stomach.
"How about we go get some food in that body of yours?" Yosano offered, wiping a tear from his eye.
Boruto frowned. "Don't feel like you have to, I understand that you have work to do…"
"Work will always be waiting," Yori said with a strange look crawling across his face. "It can wait. People can't."
When they made eye contact, Yori gave him a smile that made his heart lurch a bit. Boruto ignored it, as he tended to do.
"Well okay…. I don't really know any food shops around here, though…"
"How about we just walk in one direction and go to the first shop we come across? Then it will be a new experience for both of us." Boruto nodded and the two men took off down the street, the opposite way they came in. They walked in comfortable silence, Yori pointing out shapes of clouds every so often.
"My childhood best friend always cloud watched," Boruto noted. For some reason, he wanted this man to know every little thing about his life; his friends, his memories, his aspirations, the things he hates. Boruto tried not to think about why. Tried to remind himself that he wasn't here to stay.
"Why isn't he your best friend anymore?" Yori asked, still staring at the grey clouds above them. It looked like it might rain tonight. Boruto stumbled, having not expected the question.
"I don't know… We just got older and ya know, things change. We were put on different genin teams, so we didn't have the opportunity to hang out much after graduating from the academy. We still talk sometimes; we're just not as close." Boruto thought about how easy it was to lose someone important in your life. Even though Shikadai was still alive and still his friend, he had a new place in Boruto's life. He wasn't the person he went to first when he had a problem, he wasn't always hanging around his house with him, and they weren't causing trouble together anymore. Shikadai was now the friend he got food with sometimes and the relationship was easy, but it was light. Boruto didn't share his secrets with the Nara anymore, and the Nara spoke to him in a slightly distant manner, as if he didn't know how to anymore. In a way, losing people who were still alive was worse than losing people who had passed away.
Yori looked at him with a sad smile on his face, the look making his wrinkles stand out. He looked at him like he understood. Yori didn't say anything and Boruto was glad he didn't.
They came across this slightly run down looking restaurant. It had been near the edge of the business district and it was the only restaurant the two had come across on their quest for nourishment. It was a yellow building that had some of the paint peeling off in patches, the signs were in a complete different language than the one spoken in Konoha (neither man knew what it was), and there was no door in the doorway. Boruto stared at the restaurant in front of them, then at Yori; Yori stared at Boruto, then back at the building in front of them. With a shared nod, the two entered the dilapidated building and left their fate in the hands of the gods.
"Welcome!" a bubbly voice greeted them the moment they stepped through the doorway. Upon entering, the two men were met with the sight of an animated young woman. She had short brown hair that went everywhere, like she had stuck her finger into an electric socket. Her eyes were an odd bubblegum pink that were rare. She looked thrilled to see them, probably not used to getting too many customers in their little out of the way shop.
"Hello," Boruto greeted with a polite smile.
"Sit anywhere you like! As you can see, we don't really have a full house," The girl smiled. The men decided to sit down at the booth farthest from the open entryway. Boruto claimed the seat that put his back to the wall and his front to the door, a lifetime of ninja training instilling that he be ready at a moment's notice for a fight.
"Hi! My name's Machi and I will be your server today!" Machi greeted, her hands crossed behind her back. Boruto noted that the younger girl didn't have any menus in her hands, which was slightly odd. "Your food will be finished shortly!"
Yori and Boruto sent each other a confused look.
"But… we didn't even order anything yet?" Yori asked, confused. Boruto nodded his head vigorously.
Machi looked confused, and then she laughed, a look of realization on her face. "Oh, gosh, I guess you couldn't read the signs!" Suddenly, Machi's lips curled in confusion, finger tapping against her dark cheek. "Hey, wait a minute— if you can't read the signs, then how could you even tell that this place was a restaurant then?"
"All the signs had pictures of food on them," Boruto said.
"Makes sense," Machi stated, nodding in agreement, brown hair flying everywhere.
"Can we go back to the problem at hand?" Yori asked, exasperated at the two younger individuals around him.
"What problem?" Machi asked, completely oblivious. It seemed that she wasn't the brightest crayon in the box.
Yori took a deep breath and rubbed his hands over his face, disbelieving. "How are we getting food if the cook doesn't even know our orders?"
Machi laughed. "Oh, because this is a psychic restaurant, silly!"
Both men sweat dropped, disbelieving. Boruto slammed his head on the cherry wood table and didn't lift it back up. Yori fell backwards in his chair, his soul escaping his body.
"I'm getting too damn old for this shit, I swear," He grumbled to himself.
"Anyway," Machi said, wide smile crinkling her eyes. Boruto couldn't tell if she was faking it or if she was really this happy about everything all the time. He thought that that'd be exhausting, being happy all the time. "While the chef is psychic, I am not, so you guys are gonna have to tell me your drink orders."
Boruto met Yori's eyes, and promptly burst out laughing.
And they couldn't stop. With tears streaming down his face, Boruto couldn't remember the last time he was every this happy; Boruto wasn't quite sure he had ever been this happy before, even when he was younger and his father was around and his days were sent with scrapped knees and his mom gave him forehead kisses every hour and Himawari could only toddle around in the way little kids can only do. Some day's happiness felt so foreign to him, as if the emotion didn't belong to him at all, like borrowed shoes that were the right size but didn't fit exactly right.
It was crazy that he could find happiness in this little, rickety old outlet in the middle of nowhere with a man that he had met less than four hours ago whom he felt more comfortable around than half of his friends and a serving girl with bubblegum eyes.
"Machi! Get your ass back here!" A gruff voice called from the back, knocking the blond out of his thoughts.
Machi smiled wide, her crooked teeth glowing in the sunshine lit area. "Gotta go, boss man's calling me. You know how it is." With that, she disappeared before their very eyes. Boruto wondered if she was a kunoichi.
Yori turned to Boruto with a smile on his face and Boruto felt himself entranced by this older man. Yori smiled at the young Uzumaki like he was drunk, one side of his lips raised higher than the other. Boruto noticed that he had a small scar on his upper lip, slightly hidden behind stubble.
"Where'd you get the scar?" Boruto asked, pointing on his own face the place where Yori had the scar.
"I got in a fight with my brothers when I was younger. We were fighting and he elbowed me in the face and I had to get four stitches," Yori told the blond, staring at Machi who hummed as she walked through the small room, carrying two large plates, easily balancing them on her forearm. Yori looked up at Boruto, who had a disappointed look on his face. Yori laughed. "Not everything has a deep meaning behind it; sometimes things just are."
"Hey guys! Your food's ready!" Machi said, grinning widely, setting down the two off tone white plates down in fron of them. Boruto gazed into his dish and was met with the sight of Oyakodon, a soup rice bowl with egg and chicken in it. Boruto was pleasantly surprised by his dish. His mother had made it time and time again for his sister and him whenever it was cold out and even though the summer air was stifling around him, it brought him back to winter nights in the Uzumaki household. Boruto dug into his food with gusto.
Boruto looked up to be greeted with the defeated face of his acquaintance. Boruto stretched over the table to be greeted with the image of Kaki no Dote Nabe, which is basically oysters simmered in broth with vegetables.
"You don't like oysters?" Boruto asked, twirling around a spoon in his hot broth.
"I'm allergic to shellfish." Boruto froze, and then lost his mind. Boruto laughed so hard he started snorting, hand over his mouth. Boruto bet he looked crazy like this.
"Some psychic, huh?" Boruto laughed.
Yori stuck out his tongue to the blond, which had him rolling his eyes at the thought of the man in front of him being older than his eighteen years.
Yori pushed his plate to the side and forced Boruto's Oyakodon in between them. Boruto gently swatted his hands away from it, trying to keep it all for himself.
"C'mon trade with me," Yori whined.
"Ew, no, I hate oysters," Boruto retorted, sticking his tongue out at the man.
"At least you're not allergic!"
Boruto sighed dramatically, as if the weight of the world was on his shoulders. "Fine, I guess we can share." Yori smiled gratefully at him, and the two men shared the meal.
Boruto watched as Yori ate, his face always portraying his emotions. Just by looking at him, he could tell that Yori didn't like the broth but he liked the chicken. Boruto made sure that the brunette got more than his share of the chicken because he wanted to make the other man as happy as he could make anyone, even if it was as simple as giving him food he preferred. Yori smiled at him with a flush on his face, a gentle look in his soft brown eyes.
In that little shop, Boruto swore he felt something come alive inside of him.
After eating, the two walked slowly down to the inn that Yori was staying at. The mission was completed; Boruto had no reason to stay with the other man. He didn't want to leave, though, so he tried to walk as slow as possible down the street. Yori sent him a knowing smile, but he understood.
Somehow, Boruto felt like Yori would understand everything Boruto felt.
Boruto couldn't explain why Yori made him feel like this— like he was the most important person in the universe, like Yori would accept all of Boruto's faults and shortcomings where most others didn't, like he was worth something other than being the firstborn of the Seventh Hokage.
Even with their slow gait, the two ended up in front of the new inn that would be Yori's home for the next three weeks fairly quickly. The building was a cool blue, newly built after the destruction of the war of the previous generation.
Yori adjusted the olive pack on his back, looking toward the door. Boruto shuffled his feet on the ground, blushing. Neither knew how to say goodbye. They understood that their current relationship was supposed to be professional, but something lurked underneath the chests of them both, a tangible thing. Both were simultaneously scared and elated at the possibilities the future might bring.
Yori turned to the younger man and forced an obviously fake smile on his face. "Thank you, Sunshine. You really helped me out."
Boruto blushed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Nah, I was just doing my job."
Yori smiled at the blond, the soft look back in his topaz eyes. In the fading light of the evening sun, Boruto became aflame, soul becoming pure gold.
The older man quickly made sure that no one was in spotting distance of the two and Yori slowly, ever so cautiously, reached out his arm and caressed his pink knuckles against the blonds' face. The brunette's nails caught against the soft flesh of his cheek and Boruto shivered a bit. He closed his eyes a bit, soft blond eyelashes kissing his tan cheek. His black and pink tracksuit ruffled in the soft wind that blew around them and Boruto knew.
"Do you think we're crazy?" Yori asked normally gruff voice soft and flexible, like the wind around them. He focused on the two whisker scars on Boruto's left cheek, too scared to look him directly in the eye. People said that with age comes courage, but they were liars. No one is courageous with their hearts, too scared of the trauma it means when someone doesn't stay.
"Maybe we are the sane ones and everyone else is just crazy," Boruto whispered to the man that he would leave behind, a smile on his face rising like the sun on a new day.
Yori had a fake contemplative look on his face, and then nodded. He drew himself away, fingers once again ghosting across the cheeks of the tan boy in front of him before completely pulling away. Boruto missed the electricity the touch gave him, and the warmth it had provided, and the completeness that tore his soul to ruin.
"Next time we won't meet as client and employee," Yuri promised, waving his pinky finger around before extending it to the young man. Boruto followed suit and linked their smallest fingers together, an awaiting agreement.
With one look at the blond haired blue eyed young man in front of him, he turned away and walked into the inn, closing the door behind him softly.
Boruto stood still and watched him leave, the world a soft yellow around him.
Boruto was being weird.
Okay, Boruto was always weird, but he was acting weirder than his normal.
His son had came into his office to report to him the status of his completed solo mission and instead of rushing out of the room as quickly as possible like the young blond normally did, he pulled out a portable game console from his pocket and sat in one of the seats in front of the Hokage desk and promptly played a video game. Quietly. For the past forty-five minutes.
Naruto half expected an argument to come from his son, the voice he loved so much usually spat poison tipped words at the older man, though in the past couple years Boruto started bottling things inside instead of starting as many wars with his father. Naruto couldn't tell which was worse; at least when Boruto was yelling at him he knew what was going on in the inner workings of his sons mind. Nowadays it was almost like his son was a stranger he passed everyday on the street.
Naruto was having trouble focusing on his paperwork, his son's presence a distraction, even when the boy was silent and stationary. Hinata always said that Boruto knew how to control a room.
"Boruto, not that I don't enjoy your presence and all, but why are you here?" Naruto asked, stressed, running his hands through his short blond hair. Not knowing why his son was here was driving him insane.
Boruto shrugged, hitting the yellow buttons on the game console probably harder than needed. "Can't a kid visit his good for nothing father at work every so often?"
"Boruto—," His father's stern voice warned. Boruto rolled his eyes.
"Why can't you believe I just want to visit you?"
Naruto raised a blond eyebrow at his son, making the younger blond squirm. He would absolutely love it if his son would visit him at work, just because the kid wanted to. Himawari sometimes did, his little sunflower lighting up his world with her smiles and laughter. Sometimes his lovely wife would visit him, and the only people that saw what they got up to when all alone were the framed Hokage pictures, and they wouldn't tell any secrets.
Boruto never visited the office unless he had to. Naruto knew deep down that Boruto still held some resentment toward the position of Hokage, so he avoided the room like he blamed it for his entire childhood ending bitter and alone.
Naruto tried a different approach.
"Boruto~! Tell me what's going on!"
His son kept playing his game, fighting the enemy to the best of his characters ability. "Now I know who Hima gets her nosiness from, cuz it sure isn't from mom."
"Boruto, tell me!" The Hokage pouted, blue eyes wide and shiny.
Boruto didn't even look up from his game. "You're the Hokage, show some more dignity than that."
Naruto full on pouted and the two had a stare down, bright blue eyes versus light blue eyes, trying to see who would crack first. After two minutes and thirty-eight seconds, Boruto finally cracked and looked at his hands. Internally, Naruto did a victory dance.
In one of the quietest voices Naruto has ever heard from his oldest child— probably the quietest voice he ever heard from either of his children—, Boruto asked: "Dad, what does being in love feel like?"
At the mention of love, Naruto sighed and became all heart eyed. Boruto nearly gagged at the love struck look on his father's face he always got when thinking about his wife.
"Being in love is like… Feeling alive whenever they're near. It's like feeling afloat whenever you think of them. It's wanting them to be happy in everything they do. It's wanting to have kids together because those kids are the perfect mix of you and the person you care about most in the entire world."
Naruto stared off to the East of the Hokage Tower, the direction he knew their home was in, and more importantly, the direction he knew his wife was in. Talking about being in love reminded him of his beautiful wife, whom he hadn't taken out on a date in months.
Naruto stood up so quickly it startled his eldest child. Naruto cast his son an apologetic look before rushing around to grab his Kage cloak and any paperwork he needed to bring home with him. Boruto stared at his father in confusion.
'What a weirdo,' He thought to himself.
"Sorry Bor," Naruto said, throwing the beige and dark red cloak over the shoulders of his orange shirt, and clasping the single button in the front. The blond quickly ushered his look alike out of the room. Boruto was so pushed by his father that the youngest male Uzumaki tripped over his own feet.
"D-dad! What gives!" Boruto stuttered out, his father holding on to the back of his shirt and lifting him up so he wouldn't trip again as he was being pushed. Boruto grumbled that his father could still man handle him around.
"I have to go and do something important."
"Don't you always?" Boruto muttered, bitter and angry. Naruto pretended like he didn't hear him.
"Don't get into any trouble now," Naruto said as he departed, a flash of leaves before he disappeared.
"Where the fuck did these leaves come from?" Boruto asked out loud.
Boruto was lying on his back on the plush couch, playing his favorite Death Valley Game, Death Valley IV: Escape from Evil, when the door bell rang. Boruto figured out someone else could get it; Boruto was too busy playing the game in Expert Mode and he kept getting stuck on the fifth level. Boruto cursed the villain and his entire family, the blue skinned freak.
"Boruto, could you get that?" Hinata called from the kitchen, soft voice carrying through the hallway.
Boruto scowled. "I'm kinda busy, Mom. Tell Himawari to get it!"
"I'm busy helping Mom!" Himawari's strong voice echoed from the kitchen. The young blond grumbled, but nonetheless paused his game to get up and stomp over to the door. Boruto was definitely going to die again this level because of this. He jerked the door open, a glare plastered on his face, to be greeted with…
His father on the porch, holding a bouquet of sunflowers.
Boruto became slightly concerned. "Um… you know you live here, right?" Boruto had heard that people with high stress lifestyles sometimes got amnesia because of all the stress and as the Hokage, his father had the most stressful job in the entire hidden village. "Or did you just forget your keys again?"
Naruto rolled his eyes at his son. "Just go and get your mom, slacker."
Boruto stepped out of the doorway and toward the kitchen. "Mom, some weirdo is at the door for you!" A blood vessel began to beat on the elder Uzumaki's forehead and he looked like he was getting ready to strike. Hinata poked her head down the hallway, dishtowel in hand drying off her wet hands. Boruto smirked, knowing his father wouldn't ever seek revenge in front of his mother, who could be scary when she wanted to be.
Hinata smiled when she noticed the weirdo was just her husband at the door. She approached the two blonds, her steps fluid and graceful, making her appear as if she was floating. She blushed when she saw the bouquet of sunflowers in her husband's capable, tan hands.
He thrust them at her. "Beautiful flowers for a beautiful woman." Boruto gagged. Hinata blushed and giggled, rushing to put the flowers in a vase full of water. Boruto regretted being born.
"What are your intentions with my mother?"Boruto asked, skinny arms crossed, glare on his face. If his father was going to play schoolboy going on his first date, Boruto could act like the man of the house and watch over his mother's virtue.
Naruto pushed his son in the face, making him run into the wall behind him. Boruto sputtered in offense.
"Nata," Naruto called out, following her into the kitchen. He put his arms around her making her giggle in happiness, adjusting the vase of flowers on the granite kitchen counter.
"Hi, Daddy!" Himawari greeted her father warmly, jumping around on the balls of her feet, excited at the idea of life itself. The Uzumaki smile was permanently and honestly pinned to her face. Naruto leaned over to kiss his little girl on her pearl colored forehead. Himawari giggled and moved to keep stirring the soup on the stage.
"Nata," Naruto called out in a sing-song voice, "Let's go out on a date, just you 'n me." Naruto planted kisses all over the inches of his wife's face that he could reach.
Hinata giggled but looked sad. "But I'm almost finished with dinner…"
Naruto waved her concern away. "The kids can finish cooking. They're old enough now, I hope. We can eat the leftovers later."
Hinata hit her with those big blue puppy dog eyes. She sighed once before kissing his chakra scarred cheek.
"Alright," She glowed, "Himawari, take the soup off the stove when it's finished or it will burn. You and Boruto eat your fill before putting up the leftovers. Bolt: stay out of your sister's way and do not touch the stove."
"You got it, boss man," Boruto called from the kitchen table, pulling out his portable game console to restart the level he knew he was doomed to fail.
As his parents left the house to go on their first date in months, looks of pure joy etched on their faces, Boruto wondered if he would ever get a love like his parents. It was beautiful in its unconditionality, but that's where it was sad, too. They sacrificed so much for their partner's happiness he was afraid that one day it would destroy them.
Loving someone too much was dangerous, the power one could have over another person because of mere hormones in the brain.
In a way, Boruto was scared of love, because he has seen what it can do.
AN: Hey guys, look at me updating before Monday! I hope you like it! Yeah, I know it's a little weird that Boruto and Yori are so connected already, but when there's chemistry, ya just know.
I know this chapter wasn't as angsty as the previous, but I hope I put enough in here. Sometimes there has to be fluff to make the angst stand out more.
I don't know what I am going to write for the next chapter at all, but I will figure it out!
Till next time : )
