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A/N: This scene idea was what pushed me to expand on 'Perfect Balance' and write about Boruto and Sarada's interactions in the Five Kage Summit. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I have enjoyed writing it.


As an official delegate of the Kage Summit, Sarada was entitled to her own modest hotel room. The layout was quite similar to her own room. Wherein once you open the door, you would immediately see the double bed situated next to the floor length sliding window that led to the balcony. To the left of the door was a desk that faced the wall, and next to it was a cabinet.

Sarada sat at the desk with her back facing the window. A steaming cup of tea was next to her as she worked on her talking points for tomorrow's discussion—feeling as determined as ever to make sure she got her message across. It was important for the youth in attendance to understand the importance of Shinobi in this day and age.

Even if she was steeped in her work, she felt a familiar chakra signature present in her balcony. A slight smile crept up on her face.

Sarada didn't stop writing or look back. "I know you're there," she said. "No one else intrudes through my balcony."

The sliding window opened, and he walked in. Boruto was grinning proudly. "I gotta make use of my privileges, right?" He loved that he was the only one Sarada allowed to go into her room through her balcony. He pegged it as one of his privileges. The blond dove into Sarada's bed, stomach first. His face landed on her pillow, and he inhaled her scent.

The Uchiha smirked. She didn't realize he considered it a privilege that she allowed him to come through her balcony instead of the front door like a normal person.

"Stop smelling my pillow you creep," Sarada teased. She was still working, and her back was still turned to him.

Caught red handed. Boruto felt the heat rush to his face. "I-I am not!" He glared at the back of her head, willing it to burst into flames. Much to his dismay, it did not.

Sarada chuckled. She could feel him glare at her. If he could tease her, so could she.

Boruto harrumphed before he rolled off her bed and approached her. He placed an arm on the top of her head, and looked at what she was writing over her shoulder. Sarada didn't mind him. She was used to him being touchy whenever they were alone.

He read the first few lines and realized she was working. Again. He whined, "can you please stop being such a workaholic for once?" His arm slid down from her head to wrap in front of her neck and collar bone. He leaned in closer and rested his left cheek on her left shoulder. His lips were inches away from the base of her neck.

She could feel his breath, it sent shivers down her spine. She put her pen down and slowly pushed his face off her shoulder. "You're too close. I can smell what you had for lunch."

Boruto let her touch his cheek, but he didn't budge. Finally, he had her undivided attention. He grinned. "Come on, we should go out and look around!"

"No," she deadpanned.

Boruto shook her shoulders as he whined. "I'm so bored! Come oooon!"

She gave him 'the look.' It was the look she gave before she punched him into oblivion for being too annoying. He matched her hard gaze with his own. She was being a stick in the mud again. The lightning that crossed between their eyes was almost visible.

Sarada quickly weighed her options. Finally, she sighed and relented. "If you can wait thirty more minutes, I'll go. I just want to finish this."

Boruto scoffed. Fine. Choose work over me. He wasn't waiting that long, either. His voice was low, with a tinge of hurt in his tone. "Fine, go be boring." He let go of her shoulders and straightened up. Without another word, he walked back towards her balcony and jumped out into the night.

As soon as he jumped out of her balcony, Sarada looked back at the open window. Her could feel her chest tighten. A light breeze came in and brought some sand into her room. The curtains were swaying lightly with the wind. She stood up and walked over to the open window. Sarada stared into the cityscape, and longingly looked at the lights and stalls below. Slowly, she closed the window and looked back at her desk. She still had some work to do. The young Uchiha shook her head. This wasn't the time to be dilly dallying. She wasn't here on vacation. This was her first year attending the Kage Summit, and she had actual roles to complete. She couldn't let Naruto or her village down.

Still, the hurt in Boruto's voice and his sudden departure weighed heavily on her heart.

"Maybe I'll feel refreshed after a hot bath," she said to herself. With that, she took a towel out of the closet and walked into the bathroom, hoping to wash the tension away.


It was his first time in Sunagakure. Everything looked so different from his own boring village. The architecture was interesting, unique, and artistic. The curves and circular designs reminded him of Gaara's gourd. Boruto followed the string of lanterns hanging above him into the night market. As expected, it was filled with locals and tourists. There other Shinobi and delegates from the other villages were also looking around, taking advantage of their free time to enjoy what their host village had to offer. There were special deals and sales being held just for the timeframe of the summit.

His mother was right, the Kage summit did have a festive feel. A sense of excitement washed over him. Everything he saw was new, and something to explore. He would treat this a new adventure. As his blue eyes swept over the games, shops, and food stalls, he forced the thoughts of his teammate out of his mind and decided to have some fun.

It was nearly ten in the evening when Boruto had finished his shopping. He bought a few souvenirs for his little sister and mother. He also snagged a book for Mitsuki, and a scarf for Konohamaru. He took note to keep his eyes peeled for more things Mitsuki might like.

Before he left the night market, he remembered Sarada. Was she already asleep? Was she still working on her speech? What if she was hungry? He was sure he saw a stall selling some dango earlier. Boruto's body suddenly turned back into the night market and sought out the stall. He bought three sticks without even thinking. Before he realized it, both of his hands were full with shopping bags, and now a small paper bag filled with dango was added to the load he carried.

Boruto quickly went back to his lodging. All the hotels were booked during the summit. He was forced to stay at a small inn since he was a last minute addition to the Hokage's party. Boruto didn't mind. He certainly didn't want to stay with his dad in his suite. Besides, he was usually out all day. Boruto hid all of his shopping bags inside the closet, took the paper bag filled with dango, and set out for Sarada's hotel.


Sarada came out of the bathroom wearing shorts and an oversized light blue sweater. A towel was thrown over her head. She used the towel to rub at her long locks to dry it. The young Uchiha visibly tensed when she felt someone's chakra land on her balcony, but she relaxed as soon as she recognized the signature. She placed the towel back into the hang rack. Leisurely, she approached the window and slid it open.

Boruto was standing on her balcony with his back leaning against the railing. Her gaze fell on the small brown bag he was holding. He raised it and handed it to her.

"Here," he said. "I thought you might want a snack."

A small smile found its way on Sarada's lips. "Thank you," she took the bag and opened it. Her eyes lit up once she saw what he had brought her. "Oh, dango!" Unlike her father, Sarada loved sweets.

Boruto smiled smugly. He was pleased with himself for choosing the right snack. Although he was taken by surprise when she held out a stick for him to have.

"These are usually best when shared with someone," Sarada said.

Wordlessly, he took the dango and nodded. All of the tension that they had earlier was completely gone. They both gazed at Sunagakure's cityscape as they ate together in comfortable silence.

Finishing his dango quickly, he told her there was another stick in the bag. "You can have it."

She was already done with hers, too. Sarada pulled out the last stick and shook her head. "No, let's share it."

He felt heat rise to his cheeks, his blue eyes slightly growing wider. He couldn't help but stare at her. Her dark eyes reflected the night sky, making it look like the stars had been caught in her orbs. Slowly, his gaze lowered on her pink lips as she bit the first dumpling off. He watched her as she chewed.

Feeling self conscious, she pushed the dango stick to his face and looked away, hiding the blush staining her cheeks.

Boruto looked at the dango. Slowly, he held on to her hand holding the stick. Upon feeling the warmth of his hand on hers, Sarada whipped back to look at him. He was pulling her hand closer as he opened his mouth to take a bite from the dumpling. Sarada's breath hitched. Heat flooded from her chest, up to her whole face and right to the top of her ears as she watched his mouth bite the dumpling clean off the stick. He lifted his blue eyes and locked his gaze with hers as he chewed.

The sight of her soft lips slightly apart, cheeks flushed, and slightly damp hair was filling Boruto with a sensation he had never felt before. It was so foreign and unfamiliar. No one has ever made his heart beat this way, either. Heat blossomed from his core and butterflies filled his stomach as he was enveloped with a strong urge to pull her closer—an overwhelming need to have her near him. Boruto had never felt so much desire.

Slowly testing the waters, he pulled her closer. To his surprise, Sarada did not resist at all.

The logical thing to do was pull away. She knew this well but his ocean blue eyes were drawing her closer, closer. She had always thought his eyes were beautiful. Her heart was fluttering, unconsciously holding her breath. A warm feeling filled her whole body. Boruto never looked at her like this before. No one ever looked at her like this before. Their bodies were now touching, and she could feel his breath on her face. He was still holding on to her hand. She gripped the dango stick harder.

Slowly, Boruto leaned down closer to face. There were only inches of space left between them.

Loud, quick knocks came from Sarada's door. "Uchiha-san!"

Sarada quickly pulled her hand free, and they both jumped away from each other. They fixed their gazes on the floor. Their hearts were beating out of their chests, faces as red as tomatoes.

Sarada's heart was pounding so hard, she could hear her blood pulsing in her ears. What was that? She couldn't shake off the current that went through her system while he was holding on to her hand. The eye contact they had was so intense that she had lost herself for a moment. That proximity, though. Was Boruto going to—

The knocking was even louder now, breaking her away from her thoughts. "Uchiha-san! Urgent summons from the Hokage," the gruff voice said.

Boruto grimaced. He suddenly felt an explainable anger. Someone had disrupted them. Whoever was at the door, he swore he would make them regret it. He was upset that she had broken away from him so easily-so willingly. His blue eyes widened as light gasp escaped his lips. What am I thinking? Why was he so disturbed in the first place? And what was that? He felt like he wasn't in control of his own body earlier but damn everything just felt so natural. Having her body so close to him sent ripples of warmth and electricity throughout his system. What is this feeling?

She was staring at her feet, still standing in the balcony with him. Finally, she found enough of her voice to mumble, "I have to go," as she made her way back into the room.

Recovering from his raging thoughts be blurt out, "I'll go with you!" Boruto tried to come into her room but she blocked his way.

"No," she cut him, not letting him enter her room. "You should get some sleep. This is probably nothing." The hurt in her eyes betrayed the smile she offered. "Thank you for the dango. Good night, Boruto."

Sarada slid the window shut, leaving Boruto outside her balcony. She locked the window, and drew the curtains to a close.

Boruto was rooted to the ground. He stood outside her balcony for Kami knows how long. He was still trying to process what had happened, what were all of those sensations he felt, and what all of the images of her that lingered in his heart and mind meant to him. A myriad of emotions was rushing through his veins confusing him to no end.

He faced the cityscape and looked up to the stars, searching for clues.

There was only one reason he came up with. Boruto's blue eyes widened and his heart skipped upon the revelation that hit him. No way, it's impossible. He let out a short and strangled laugh. He shook his head and smirked at his own stupidity. He dispelled the thought out of his head and shrugged off the whole balcony ordeal. He jumped to the nearest roof and made his way back to his inn. The rush of the cool desert wind that hit his face made it easier for him to clear his mind. What nonsense.

There was no way he was in love with Sarada Uchiha.


A/N: It's so difficult to write about characters who have "uncertain" feelings for one another and constantly deny their love for each other. It frustrates me to no end (but I love every bit of this double tsundere ship anyway). Hahaha!

Posting this on Valentine's Day because I think it's just right that I do. I hope I was able to relay both Sarada and Boruto's confusion with regards to their feelings towards one another, and the effort they needed to try to push it away.

I hope I was able to give justice to their thoughts and feelings while still remaining in character. Who do you think will come to realize (and accept) that they had fallen for the other? Who do you think will confess first? Let me know, please. I want to hear your thoughts about it.

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Happy Valentine's Day. May you continue to spread and give love to those around you!

All my love,

Kairi