School's been a load, once again. Guys I'm thinking of posting a super lemony one-shot in between every fanfic I write. So if you guys want me to continue with this idea then please place some headcanons or prompts for the oneshot in the reviews. Also I've been getting many messages in my inbox saying they want the lemon NOW, which as you know is not possible. Therefore, I'll be posting a one-shot after this chapter. Thank you.

Sarada finished up her daily training sessions. Since the exam was in two weeks, classes were exempted. She head down to the cafeteria to grab a bottle of water and some food. She got to the stand and immediately regretted it. The blonde haired kid who was paired up with her during the first round, was standing there. He got a bottle of water and a yakisoba bun (I'll make a reference of yakisoba buns every fanfic).

The cafeteria and school grounds were entirely empty today. Not a single student. Boruto turned around from the stand to go enjoy his meal. His eyes met the dark eyed Uchiha, who broke his food fantasy. His eyes lit up as he slowly snapped out of his daze. "Hey Sarada! There isn't anyone around so d'ya wanna sit with me?" he asked in a friendly manner. His smile was luminous and almost made her sway. Sarada felt a warm radiance from him, and it drove her insane.

She walked past him and grabbed her lunch. She didn't waste a second looking at him as she walked out of the cafeteria and into the courtyard. Boruto scoffed with a wide grin. No way am I giving up on you. He thought.

Boruto followed her out into the courtyard. It was lush and green, populated with plants of every variety. The birch benches were lined up neatly along a pathway. The plants flourished behind and ahead of the benches, hanging over slightly. Boruto saw Sarada sitting at the last bench. He inhaled a large breath before walking over to her. He sat down on the bench to her left. Boruto knew that sitting on her bench was definitely invading Sarada's space so he sat tight on the next bench.

"So how's training going?" He asked casually, his eyes drifting along his yakisoba bun. Sarada didn't reply, and took sips of her water instead. "Hey. If someone is being kind and is asking you a question, you should answer it. I sat here so you wouldn't be alone, ya know?" He said with a hint of anger.

Sarada's eyes widened as the words poured out of his mouth. She shook her head and bit into her last bite of food. "I wasnt listening." She said casually. Boruto smiled to himself. "How's your wound?" His voice was laced with concern and it made sarada prick up.

Sarada's POV:

Dammit! The way Boruto had treated it completely removed all traces of poison. The medical ninjas didn't even have to do anything to me. Why did he heal me? No ones ever done that. No one is that stupid.

Narrator:

Sarada gulped, "It hurts like hell. You did a horrible job." She didn't mean that of course. It was to make him hate her.

Boruto cursed, "ARE YOU KIDDING WITH ME? Man I need to work on my medical skills."

Sarada stood up and walked back to the building.

Boruto's eyes followed her until she disappeared. He sighed and slumped against his bench.

The sun sank into the horizon, painting the sky red and purple. Boruto smiled, as he watched the scene in the sky. Night time was his time.

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Boruto didn't really have time to go through the island but now it was training week so he could train how he liked. He sat on the roof of the school building, the moon bright and high. Everyone was returning to their rooms but he didn't necessarily have to. Boruto pounced off onto a tree and began.

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Sarada strolled through the woods of the island, searching for a particular place. Once she began to near the noise of a bustling city she knew she was there. Sarada pushes through shrubs and bushes until she made it to a small town.

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Boruto Uzumaki swung around a branch and flipped off onto another. Normally he would go do free running and exercise for about an hour before actual training. He was more warmed up that way. He twisted onto a branch and pushed himself off. As he soared through the air, he caught a glimpse of red and yellow lights. He stopped and listened closely. Boruto heard sounds of people laughing and talking and moving about. A town?

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Sarada shuffled through the crowd of dancing and singing people. Everyone had a smile on and were enjoying the monthly festival in Ogawa. Ogawa was a small town that was located deeper into the island, mostly surrounded by trees and shrubs. The vegetation also served as a great camouflage from anyone. It was a small town that liked to keep secret. Sarada knew of it because she had visited Ogawa once before when her parents were traveling.

Sarada finally found what she was looking for. Down the road, in between two big shops, was a cozy, little restaurant. She strolled down, towards the source of a delicious smell that wafted through the air. Sarada couldn't resist but to grab a bite before night training.

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Boruto gaped at the secret town hidden through the trees. It was quite deep into the forest. He had ran full speed for about half an hour straight before actually finding it. He walked around the exit that he entered from, and saw a sign near his foot. Hope you enjoyed your day at Ogawa! It said in a thin, swirly writing. "Ogawa." he muttered to himself.

He saw a cramped, restaurant in the middle of the bustle. It seemed like a warm, welcoming place and the smell that radiated from its door was captivating. Boruto inhaled the pleasant scent and found himself walking towards it. His stomach grumbled so loud he was sure everyone within a ten foot radius of him, would hear it.

He decided to get a bowl before leaving Ogawa. Boruto entered the restaurant, his nose tracing the delicious scent back to its origin. The store was festive and colored with golden yellow, and crimson colors. He pushed his way through the lanterns and passed by a young girl with long black hair. He could've sworn he saw a tint of red from her ear. Glasses. Red glasses. Sarada?

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Sarada had taken a seat at the counter, before she saw a blonde boy enter the restaurant. HIM AGAIN!? She internally screamed, biting her lips. All she could do was hope he didn't see her. Sarada clutched the rim of the seat in anticipation. As soon as he passed by her, she was gonna make a run for it without ordering anything.

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Boruto halted in the middle of the store, and then spun around and plopped down right next to the dark-haired girl. Shinobi weren't aloud to openly address each other as ninja in foreign areas, otherwise it could lead to trouble. Boruto just had to pretend he didn't know who she was. Which when you think about it, he didn't really know. "Whassup." He said quietly, but audible through the thick talk going around. Sarada rolled her eyes and sighed, "Just getting some lunch, thats all." She said this line in a very strange manner. Sarada actually sounded kind of happy and cheerful. She didn't mean it of course.

There were rumors of the Uchiha girl who was broken inside. Everywhere, people knew of Sarada Uchiha, the shinobi who had no emotion. To prevent people from recognizing her, Sarada quickly tied her hair up using her yellow scarf as a hair tie. She put away her glasses and knotted her long shirt at the hem so that it showed her stomach slightly. It was a bit hard to see without her glasses but she could manage.

Boruto gaped at her transformation. She looked so different without glasses. Beautiful actually. He couldn't stop the faint tint of red that stained his cheeks. "Same ya know. I'll just keep you company, for I also need something to eat." He said, smirking at her.

Sarada obviously didn't want to associate with the blonde in any manner, but she had to do what she had to do. "Whatever makes you happy." She twirled a loose strand of hair around her finger and watched him intently. The old man, who was taking orders finally turned around from his kitchen. "What would you two like?" he asked. "Two cups of ramen, with roast pork please." Boruto said swiftly, never breaking his stare with Sarada.

"I recommend that you don't pretend to be my boyfriend." Sarada said, her voice blending in the crowd. Boruto raised a brow and dropped his smirk. "I'm not, I'm not. We're friends, ya know." He replied, shrugging and looking away. Sarada wasn't sure wether he meant they were friends in the act or friends in real life. Boruto kept stealing glances of her beautiful features every now and then, when she was distracted or when their conversations came to an end. Sarada didn't seem to notice apparently. Until right now.

"Boruto, why do you keep looking at me and then pretending that you weren't? Its creepy and I don't want you to do it, so stop." Sarada said, calmly with no emotion. She kept forgetting the act so she put on a small smile again. Boruto smiled apologetically, "Sorry, you just look kinda cute without glasses and with your hair up. I can't help but notice. Not that you don't look cute with glasses and open hair, I mean I was just...ya know?" He rambled, scratching the back of his head.

Sarada's real self would've gotten up and left him chattering, but she couldn't really do that right now. "Don't forget your roll." she hissed. Sarada quickly covered up by bringing up another conversation. "So whats your future plan? Shinobi? Or something else?" She asked in a way that made him hyped to answer.

Boruto smirked and tugged at the strand of blonde hair that fell near his right ear. "I'd probably wanna settle as a regular shinobi. Nothing much. All that stuff." Boruto was swift when it came to lying. He sounded so real that for a moment Sarada thought he was speaking the truth.

"What about you, huh?" He asked, as a bowl of ramen was set before him. He said his thank you and looked back at her for an answer.

Sarada took a pair of chopsticks and twirled a strand of hair around her finger. "I'm not sure yet."

They ate the rest of their ramen in silence as the busy night stole an hour of their life. Sarada shuffled around for her wallet and just when she found it, Boruto handed the cook the bill.

"It's on me, Bishojo." He said quickly, with his dry attempt at making up a new name. She flinched and flashed him a look of pure cringe.

"Whatever you say, Furai." She said smugly, smirking at his embarrassment.

He elbowed her playfully and chuckled at the name she gave him. Sarada tried to hold in her giggles but they escaped her as he wiggled his elbow in her abdomen, where she was very ticklish.

"Boru- I mean Furai! Stop it!" She said between laughs.

Boruto almost gawked at how beautiful her laugh was. He sat back, freeing her from his elbow's torture. Sarada nudged him and laughed.

They walked out the restaurant together, and took a stroll down the colorful town. As they walked down the path of light, Sarada saw a dark ally in between to large gift shops. She grabbed his hand and pulled him into that ally.

Sarada pushed him against the wall. She wasn't that much shorter than him. Only by four inches, but it still felt like he towered over her.

"Listen, boruto." She hissed, venomously.

"If you think this meant anything in our real lives or if you think that you've somehow become my friend or whatnot then stop thinking that because none of it is true. I don't like you and I don't want you to be associated with me. Got it?" She said, her face had some how nester to his with every word.

Boruto gulped air and stared into her depthless, dark orbs. He could feel her hot breath oh his cold neck and it sent chills down his spine.

"Ok, sure...W-whatever you want." He muttered.

Sarada squinted and leaned closer leaving probably less than an inch left between them. Before she could present her satisfaction of his reply, the old man at the ramen store walked in to receive some crates of vegetables.

The air was thick with her rage so Boruto had to think fast. He held her wrists which were pressed against his racing heart, and directed them around his neck. She had to convince herself not to strangle him because she knew what he was doing. He slipped his arms around her slim waist and pulled her against him, her breast brushed against his chest and he held in his blushes.

But Boruto wasn't actually going to kiss her. That would be insane. So he leaned in and began whispering things in her ear. Sarada wasn't sure if she could even pretend to blush, because she had no interest in Boruto. She held her breath and used her chakra to force the blood to rise up there. Then she gasped and clutched onto him tighter as he whispered about what he was going to do with her at home.

The two pretended to be entirely oblivious that someone walked in. The old man passed by the scene, trying to avert his eyes before eventually giving up and running back instead of getting the vegetables.

Boruto licked her ear and blew on it, sending goosebumps along her arms. She pushed him off her and crossed her arms.

"That was unnecessary and it's your fault I had to do this because you had to walk in the same store I did." She hissed, rubbing the area that he licked. Boruto smirked and walked out. Sarada watched him disappear into the clouds of lights and she stood silent in the dark.

After Boruto finally caught up with his training he was exhausted. It was two in the morning and he had to be up at five for training with Shikadai. Only THREE FRICKIN HOURS TO SLEEP!

Sarada completed her training around the same time he did. She got back to the school and did wake up at five, but eight. If she was going go to train she at least needed SOME sleep.

For the rest of that week, Boruto and Sarada had no encounters with each other. And then the week after that too. The second exam takes place.

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So here's some translations. Bishojo means beautiful girl and Furai means flirt in Japanese. Sorry this took so long. I'm not even going to recheck for errors.

Date: 3/19/18

word count: 2605