BORUTO'S POV
"I gotta tell ya something important."
Her eyes widened slightly as she stared at me with hints of pink starting to smear on her face for some reason.
Well... I don't really get her at first place, she was angry at me a few seconds ago, and now she is blushing?
She took a hesitant step back, as she raised her hand and covered her moisturised lips, with her glare locked upon me, as her cheeks started getting redder.
She broke the silence by finally questioning me with uneasiness.
"What do you want to tell me?"
Her voice filled with nervousness as her other hand shakily rested upon the wall beside us, as she gulped with her breathing getting clearly faster.
I leaned forward, preparing myself to see her reaction: grinning (more like smirking, now that I realise); resulting her blush to get deeper, reaching all the way to the tip of her ears and nose.
Me being the pathetic prankster I am, wouldn't let my smirk fade away as I continued to imagine my victim's response.
For some odd reason, she was blushing? Like hardcore blushing? Weird girl.
But, hell- her blushing is not going to stop me from fulfilling my main purpose of coming here. I covered the little distance between us, just so that I could get her reaction perfectly.
"I forgot that I had keys to my place.", I whispered, preparing to laugh out loud.
There was a few moments of brief silence, she probably was taking that in; she simply. . . froze?
Before I could ask her anything, in a matter of seconds, the hand over her lips had got a tight grip of my white, v-neck lollipop shirt; and the next thing that I know was that my feet weren't touching the wooden flooring underneath me.
"What the—"
Her grip was tight as fudge, filled with anger as she held me a few inches up, with my toes desperately struggling to touch even the slightest to the cold flooring. Not only was I scared, but also nervous; praying for my lollipop shirt to not come off.
Because...well...that's something which always happens in Icha Icha series, everything starts off with the guys' shirt. I know. Don't ask me how many volumes I've read.
The blush on her cheeks had evaporated, but was instead replaced with her eyes glowing with fury as they continued to narrow.
"YOU WANTED TO TELL ME 'THAT'?!"
"I-I-I am s-sorry! I-I s-shouldn't have c-come to your place w-when I had my k-keys! I f-forgot a-about it!"
My heart usually runs at tremendous speed when I'm with her, this situation wasn't an exception.
But, my heart was racing for a different reason: fear.
Yup, I was scared to death, call me a scary-cat, but the expression on her face is something which I didn't want to see in a million years.
Gosh, just when I thought Uchihas couldn't get any scarier.
"That's not the point! You wanted to tell me 'this'?! I thought that you wanted to—"
She hesitantly swallowed the rest of the words and loosened the grip on my shirt (technically her dad's shirt, but whatever.)
It caused me to land abruptly on the flooring, and for once I wasn't clumsy and didn't trip over and end up landing somewhere.
I immediately straightened my posture, still trying desperately to catch my breath thanks to the unavoidable roller coaster ride which I clearly didn't want to experience again ever.
This girl gets seriously the most abrupt mood swings. It's adolescence people, adolescence.
The girl with spectacles lowered her head with slight disappointment followed by letting out a loud sigh as she clenched her fist tightly.
I hesitantly took the opportunity, and gathered all my courage to ask her.
"What the fudge is wrong with you?! What did you even expect me to tell ya, for you to get so mad at me?!", I questioned her while furrowing my eyebrows still not completely recovered from the horrifying experience I had just encountered.
"Forget it...", she replied with anger clearly evident in her voice along with a hint of disappointment lingering around.
"Weird girl. Stop getting mad so unnecessarily.", I said as I crossed my arms advising her like a good friend I am.
"Stop getting mad? 'You' stop freaking switching between a romantic hot hero from a shoujo anime to the idiot you truly are!", she yelled still with no sign of her anger fading away.
"Excuse me? From where the hell did a 'hot shoujo anime hero' just pop out of nowhere?"
"Never mind!", she yelled with once again her blush starting to form simply in a matter of seconds, she somehow tried to weirdly cover it up resulting her to get embarrassed even more.
"You're the densest idiot I've ever seen!", she added as she slightly pushed me behind with the little force she had thanks to the apparently unbelievable amount of embarrassment she was going through.
"Umm am I a 'shoujo anime hero' or a 'dense idiot'?"
"Firstly, you're not just any shoujo anime hero or a dense bastard you're a ho~"
"Wait what?"
"NOTHING!"
"Didn't you add something like ho~?", I pressed further trying my best to think of an adjective which she was trying to say but her embarrassment took over.
"Stop freaking teasing me!"
"Hey? I'm curious! I genuinely have no clue."
"You are clearly just a 'dense idiot'."
"What about the adjective you had chosen to add? Something starting with ho-?"
"HOMELESS!!"
"Yo! I'm pretty sure it isn't this!"
"Leave already! Do you plan on spending a night here?!"
"Umm I won't mind?"
"Your denseness is going to kill me along with the 765,59,57,369 people crying on this planet."
Too many questions clouded my head. The main one being- is that number the current population of Earth? And was she sarcastic about it? If not, how in the actual fudge did she remember that number?
Confused, I turned my back after shrugging while quickly making it through the long hallway as I climbed the carpeted stairs which lead to her room where my black backpack was placed.
"You have shit to eat, right?", she asked suddenly appearing from behind which lead me gasping. She is definitely learning from Mitsuki. And may I add, that's the most nicest way of enquiring.
"Uhhh yeah? I do have my favourite burger waiting for me in the fridge so..."
Honestly, the only reason I'm running away is because I don't want her father to come and see me in his favourite lollipop shirt. I would have loved to spend time with her.
"Fine, leave.", she replied still not changing her facial expression.
It kinda seemed as if she was slightly disappointed and frustrated at the same time, but I couldn't care more; I had to get out of this place.
With that being said, I exited her home grabbing my backpack and Himawari's pink, Disney Princesses umbrella.
*
Warm rays of sunlight penetrated through my window causing me to slowly and reluctantly wake up lazily. I swear the person who spread the rumour of 'walking up early' makes one feel 'apparently better' and 'happy', is the biggest liar. I stretched my arms followed by yawning lazily as I stayed on my bed contemplating my existence.
Just then, I realised that I was wearing Uncle Sasuke's lollipop shirt the entire night (and the half of the day from yesterday.) The white shirt was all sweaty and stinking which I personally didn't really mind or care, but it was his, so...
Gotta clean this shit.
I gave it for washing to mamma, who in turn gave me weird looks; not that I cared. I don't need to even give her an explanation, she knows what a interesting kid I am.
Just then, my phone buzzed causing me to slightly jump in the air. Who the fudge could call me at seven in the morning?
I feel so important, if this is an advertisement I'm gonna be so disappointed.
It was an unknown number, but I picked it up anyways, slightly hesitant. I might be the only person expecting other than advertisements some kidnappers calling me, or probably weird zombies or aliens? I don't know...but that would be cool.
"Hello?", I asked expecting an alien to answer.
"You idiot."
I immediately recognised the voice, it was a silvery with hints of softness which refused to show up; the words used required no confirmation, I knew exactly whom it was.
"Sarada?"
"You have your N.U. uniform at my place from yesterday, do you want it or are you planning to come naked?"
"That would be fun.", I replied sarcastically as I let out a laugh.
"Very funny.", she commented, clearly not pleased with my silly joke right in the morning.
"I'll send Hima to pick it up from your place; also, don't expect your father's lollipop shirt anytime soon, it needs to be washed thoroughly."
"Lollipop?"
"Never mind, we'll talk later."
"Sure.", she responded as she cut the line confused to hell.
It was the first time I spoke to her on the phone. . . Reminds me of all the struggle I did for her to keep my number on the very first day of N.U.
Her voice which tuned into a perfect harmony kept echoing in my tiny head as I held my phone tightly still staring at the blank screen. It surely feels different. . . In a good way. . .
I let out a smile unconsciously and saved her number with the contact name as: the girl with spectacles.
*
After freshening up, I glanced at myself in the mirror; didn't really look different from yesterday since she had ironed my uniform before giving it to me.
Her husband would be lucky to find a wife like her (provided he's willing to handle her temper), I'll pray for him.
But her ironing my uniform didn't help me in magically tying my stupid, red tie! Yes, I hadn't given upon tying it even after my zillion failed attempts from yesterday. I swear, it's impossible!
After letting out a sigh and shuffling my shitty red tie in my backpack, I dragged myself down the wooden steps, out of our main door.
The girl with spectacles was already standing in front of my house waiting for me, with her hands crossed as she tapped her right foot slightly annoyed.
"You are late."
"Yeah, well...sorry. Let's get going."
She nodded in agreement as we strolled upon the streets of Konoha which lead to the railway station. Just like yesterday, there was slight awkwardness between us but neither of us seem to mind that.
We hopped into the yellow train, but obviously— my rotten luck is going to stay with me till I die as the only single pig. There was no seat available, so we had to stand. Fudge.
She stood beside me as she clenched the 'grab handle' over her which was pivoted on the roof of the train (which I obviously didn't bother doing)
It's funny how she always looked the same in her N.U. uniform. Her short, raven hair contrasted to her top, yet complimented her blue, checkered skirt (which was relatively longer than that of the other girls) The red spectacles went perfectly with her maroon backpack and the giant ribbon on her. . . chest?
Speaking of that, the one thing that always got me jealous was how perfectly she tied her big, red ribbon. Like, HOW?!
She looked from the corner of her eye at the pathetic me who was busy staring at her region which I wasn't supposed to be glancing at.
"D-d-d-don't get the w-wrong i-idea!! I was just staring at your red ribbon!!"
"I didn't ask you anything.", she replied not caring at all.
Damn this girl. She knows me just too well.
"Well, I just noticed. . . you don't wear your tie, don't you?", she said.
"Yeah...I don't know how to", I responded with embarrassment as I looked away to hide it.
I personally find it extremely humiliating and end up feeling useless when I'm not able to do a particular thing; especially when they are these apparently simple things.
"Umm...it's actually really easy, I've seen mom tying it for my dad many times.", she commented as she let out a chuckle imagining her 'cute' parents.
I can understand aunt Sakura, whom I consider as the only normal Uchiha, but her dad? Hell no...I'll end up gagging. Romance? Him? I'm pretty sure the girl with spectacles was an accident. He was probably drunk or what not.
As I was lost in my crazy thoughts, of basically me figuring out how uncle Sasuke's sperm managed to make it's way through; the girl with spectacles pulled out my red tie which was casually sticking out of my backpack swiftly without my realisation.
"W-w-w-what are y-you p-planning to d-do?", I asked as I felt a blush build upon my whiskered cheeks, me practically seeing right into the future judging by her this action and her slightly mischievous smile.
"I'm gonna teach you something, so be happy and accept the education.", she replied as she positioned her red spectacles and let go of her maroon backpack.
No, no, no, no, no!!! I don't like where this is going!! This is bad!! Really bad!! Is this what you call taking revenge? With freaking compound interest?
I've not got enough training from the Icha Icha series!! What am I supposed to do?! Someone needs to help me!!
HEEEEHHHLLPPPP
Can the train crash? Can I magically get hold of the time machine? Where is my Doraemon? Why the fudge does it have to be me? Can I die? Can I faint? I'll probably be fainting if this continues.
She scooted closer to me as she pulled me by my sleeve as I tried to keep a straight face (keyword: tried) and looked away- towards the window, distracting myself. The distance between us was literally minimised for not even a sheet of paper to pass through. Okay, I'm exaggerating, but she is hella close. And it's not fun. At least not in a place surrounded by zillion eyes.
She started by crossing the wide end under the narrow one, with the tie hanging inside out around my neck as she continued telling me instructions casually with her following the steps simultaneously.
I wasn't even able to concentrate upon the damn steps! Who could? She is so, so, so, SO close!!
Her head remained tilted, as she kept focusing upon my neck region which she was busy tying the tie as her raven hair slightly brushed against my face. (Lowkey proud of the size of my Adam's apple.)
I was trying my best to not gulp, or do anything which might give her the slightest hint that I'm practically dying here thanks to the embarrassment. I felt my face heat up to an extent which I never imagined it to, just the fact that she was so close to me made me uncomfortable and nervous.
Despite me trying to control the impossible- sweat started dripping to a point where it could form literally the next Pacific Ocean, and my senses were just not working.
I could just imagine what the people seated in the train would be thinking about us; there was this really weird granny with her grandson, who covered his innocent eyes as she kept eyeing us.
Fudge die already.
I could feel the girl with spectacles' warm breath on my chest- with her every each inhalation and exhalation, it just made me realise the same air we were breathing (me practically taking in the oxygen ideally meant for a hundred people- my breathing rate was that fast) And the smell of the floral shampoo which she used, just wasn't helping.
I would be lying if I said that I didn't enjoy this. I do. I genuinely do enjoy this.
But fudge!
It's a freaking train! What are we even doing? Some sort of PDA? I mean, we aren't doing some appropriately inappropriate things, but shit could happen if the train magically stops or what not. To add things up, I don't even 'like' her.
Her long and fragile fingers performed their tricks as she kept explaining me how I should tie it.
And then, she calls me dense.
The girl with spectacles finally tightened the knot and pulled it up to my collar and said "All done".
Finally.
She then looked at me me who had a temperature of about a million degree celsius, as my mouth hung down with my ocean blue eyes unintentionally widened still staring at her.
(I'm so freaking glad that no one here knows me, I don't need a picture of this circulating anywhere.)
After seeing my flushed face, she finally realised the entire situation (and our position) and immediately pulled herself back as a deep red color flashed upon her cheeks as well; to hide it- she naturally tilted her head down.
"Uhh. . . sorry. . . I didn't mean t—"
"I understand." I reply as I interrupt her and look the other way, with my grip on the grab handle increasing, which I did end up holding somewhere in this entire situation preventing me from falling down.
I tried my best to clear the blush on my cheeks as I shoved my other hand in my pocket hoping to give an impression that it didn't bother me.
Spoiler: I ain't good when it comes to lies.
From the corner of my eye, I saw her still looking down, fidgeting with her fingers as the blush remained plastered on her face.
Awkward.
As I continued to stare at her, she looked back at me causing me to immediately averted my gaze.
Even more awkward.
Great.
Just then, I spotted a familiar person seated next to the window.
He was that one guy whom I least expected to see, his golden eyes remained glued upon us as a smirk shined across his pale face, with his pale blue phone targeted upon us as it continued to flash.
"Mitsuki?"
AUTHOR'S NOTE
Ayy! The stalker is here!
Alright fun fact (super random), I've always wondered how the hell guys tie those ties on regular basis. Tying bows is like still hell lot easier since you've got like two steps, but ties?
Because my curiosity took over, just like Boruto- I literally hunted down a YT video, and the amount of steps just made me dizzy.
So dear future boyfriend (if you'll exist), I ain't tying your tie. Do your shit by yourself.
Anyways, I really hope you guys enjoyed this chapter just how much I did! We've got Mitsuki waiting for us in the next one!
-Yumi
