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Warnings: this is just a small thing, I guess. I had this idea in my mind for a while so I just wrote it.

Word count: 916

Valentine's Day 2019

There was something about her that day. Something Boruto didn't know, couldn't describe, but it was there keeping him from thinking straight. He gave up on understanding why his heart pounded so fast when they were together. He also gave up understanding whatever was different about her that day. Was there something wrong with him?

Sarada was too close, laying her head on his shoulder and sleeping profoundly. Her arms were affectionately around him and the sweet smell of her strawberry shampoo irradiated from her soft hair. He was worried. He wanted to touch her. He wanted to run. He wanted her to feel for him the same way he did for her — but he wasn't sure of how he felt.

He moved a little to the side, afraid of waking her up but willing to get comfortable. A soft sound left her mouth causing him to freeze in place, but as soon as her steady breath restarted Boruto understood she was still asleep. Occasionally a smile played on her lips, and he chose to believe he was the reason behind them even though knowing that during her sleep her mind was far from there, far from him. His mind itself wasn't functioning properly considering he had just woken up, nevertheless Boruto just rested his body in the tree again and took a deep breath thinking that she was the prettiest girl he'd ever laid eyes on, even while sleeping. He couldn't remember which one of them slept first, but he knew it was a good decision for a holiday.

One motion awakened him from his daydream and not much later a pair of black eyes stared at him. Sarada said silent words through them. She was about to detach from him, but he was not even a little satisfied with that and when she started to raise her head, his mind acted without proper thinking. He placed his left hand behind her head and her eyes widened in response. He couldn't avoid looking at them and the way they gleamed due to the sun rays. A crazy thought passed through his mind. What if…

He leaned closer and she simply let him. When their lips touched for the first time neither of them could deny the feeling anymore, not that they were even considering that.

The first one was his fault.

There was something about him that day. There was something about the way he avoided her at all costs and his usual wide grin was absent. She wasn't happy about the way their bodies were distant apart so her eyes tried to scan him in search of explanations and found none. Did she do something wrong the day before?

They were on a mission, she shouldn't be worrying about her stupid friend. Wait, were they still friends? That was exactly the kind of thought she should avoid. If he had a problem with her as it seemed like, he was the one that should talk to her. At least that was what her mind said. In her heart, she wanted to touch him. She wanted to find out what was on his mind. She expected him to feel the same way she did — but she wasn't sure of how he felt.

The sun was almost set on the horizon and Sarada was done being ignored. She started walking and was legitimately surprised when she noticed her pace guided to the origin of her doubts and daydreams. She knew he couldn't see her approach, and she thought about turning back and running away. Runaway wouldn't solve the heavy feeling in her heart.

She got closer, stretching her arms to touch his shoulder but when blue eyes met black ones embarrassment took control and none of them could say a thing. They just stayed looking at each other, mind racing and hearts beating uncontrollably. A crazy thought passed through her mind.

Sarada hugged Boruto all of a sudden, kissing him as he kissed back with as much passion. It felt as good as the first time, they were as happy as the first time. It was impossible to deny the feelings at this point, even if they tried their hardest.

The second one was her fault.

They started to avoid each other but destiny always made purposeful encounters either way. No words were said at these moments but the feelings were continuously there, making cold sweat run down their spine and blush appear in their faces. One day he was done. Boruto woke up early in the morning and headed to her house, thinking about what to say in the way. He thought about nothing more than her, to be honest, nothing but the way she would react when he said whatever he was going to say. Sarada opened the door.

Boruto sighed. "We have to deal with this."

"Deal? As in 'those feelings are a problem'?" Sarada was partially curious and a bit hurt.

He took his time to think about what to say next. It was hard to think when she wasn't there but it was considerably harder to do so when she was right there in front of him, being the perfect girl of his dream — like always. "Deal, as in you're too important for me to let you go."

Sarada widened her eyes, feeling her heart skip a beat. It was now or never, they both knew. They kissed for the third time.

They lost count the same day