A/N: Thank you so much for all your support, lovelies! Tyy and I love reading your comments and thoughts. I'm not sure if I mentioned it before, but we have this story written all the way up to Chapter 40 and up, not yet done with it, too.

We don't own Naruto/Boruto.

Sarada thought today would be good, especially with how well the previous day went for the two of them. Sex wasn't exactly what she anticipated to do during their not date sick leave, but… she wasn't exactly complaining, either. Even if Boruto was being so annoying, paying attention to his phone more than her half the time, he made up for it. And really did take good care of her.

That morning, she looked at herself in her mirror and gasped at all the marks he had left on her body. There were two hickeys on the left side of her neck, one right under her bra line, and another near her navel. His hands left marks on her hips as well, and her cheeks burned at the recollection of how exactly these marks came to be.

There was only one solution—wear a turtleneck sweater. Thank god it was winter. The day started out well enough, that is until he asked her to come to his office and buy flowers for that bratty pop star.

Sarada couldn't decide if he was stupid or mean. How can he ask her to do such a trivial task? Flowers and arranging dinner? That was an intern's job. And if he wanted to suck up to her, he could do it his bloody self instead of rubbing it in on her face. Sarada hated having to do it, not because she was jealous, hell no. Because it was such a menial task. No other reason. Naruto's food tastes weren't exactly the best, so she had to ask other colleagues for suggestions for them to have dinner, the place she found was fancy enough and private. Naruto happily accepted the invitation she sent, but Boruto didn't respond yet. The manager called her up to confirm shortly.

To calm her rage, she asked Chocho and Inojin to decide what flower arrangement to buy and got herself a large tub of ice cream to make her feel better for lunch. As soon as she opened it up, she lost her appetite and decided to give it to her colleagues instead, opting to go for a walk to clear her head. Maybe she was overthinking this entire thing again. She really had to stop doing that.

Once she was back in the office, Kagura came to speak to her and she thought she would die. Boruto had answered her door, and if she was right, he answered it when he was half-naked and barely awake. Panic was all she felt, scrambling for an excuse, but Kagura didn't seem to mind, and she was thankful he butted out of her business with him. She would have to talk to him not to tell anyone what he saw in her apartment that day… she couldn't risk people talking about her and Boruto.

Not that there was anything to talk about anyway.

What pissed Sarada off more was the way Boruto so rudely interrupted her and Kagura's conversation. Walking up to her in a tissy and accusing her of getting her report wrong. In all her years of working in this company, she had never made a mistake with numbers.

And then Namida came… and proved her wrong.

Oh. That smug look on Boruto's face as so annoying and she wanted nothing more than to smack if off his lips with her own lips… wait, what? No. Smack if off with her foot is more like it. Yes, much better.

She needed to take a lot of calming breaths before getting to that report again and was thankful for the distraction when Kagura texted her, confirming their yoga run later after work. Getting on the mat and sweating sounded like a good idea. Nice way to collect herself again, because she had been so out of it lately.

Letting Boruto drive her home, stay in her apartment and worst… hold her hand.

Shit. What was happening to her?

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Later that evening, Kagura came by her desk, already in his yoga attire. "Ready to go?"

"Yes," Sarada stood from her desk and closed her laptop. "I think I'll change in the studio."

He grinned. "Alright, let's go."

The two of them walked to his car, and Sarada hopped in, waiting for Kagura to start and drive out of the parking lot. He was the one who carried most of the conversation, and Sarada was thankful, as she wasn't really in the mood. One thing great about yoga was that she didn't have to mind anyone else. Just her and her practice.

As soon as they got to the building, Sarada headed for the changing room and pulled on her clothes. She cringed at seeing the hickeys on her body and prayed that no one would confront her about it. Her yoga pants barely hid the hickey near her belly button, but her sports bra did absolutely nothing to hide the one on her neck, and she grimaced upon noticing there was a tiny one right at the top of her breasts, too.

Well fuck.

Can't back out now due to the marks. Even if it really was embarrassing. Way too embarrassing.

Sarada tied her hair up in a ponytail and put on her contact lenses. The lady next to her gave her a side-eye, and Sarada looked at her, too. She quickly looked away and ran out of the bathroom.

That famous Uchiha glare won every time. She made a mental note to thank her Papa for them.

Pulling her bag over her shoulder, Sarada walked, already barefoot to the reception. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw Boruto… pulling away from a hug with another woman.

Who the fuck was she supposed to be?

When he said he would be at the same studio she thought he was pulling her leg, but he was really here. In a muscle shirt and yoga shorts and… oh. My. God.

Sarada snickered when she saw her claw marks at the edge of his shoulder, and some were peeking out right under his hairline. Good to know she wasn't the only one suffering from evidence from the previous day.

She walked right by them, only to look at Boruto from the corner of her eye, a smirk on her face. It was satisfying to see that his gaze followed her as she walked… but she couldn't help but frown when she saw the woman again.

Sarada had never seen her before. Certainly not in any of the picture frames in his office. She had long dark blond hair, brown eyes and… she was hot, having a slim figure and also wore yoga pants and a sports bra. This chick looked like a regular.

Hmph. No matter. Tonight wasn't about her, or Boruto. Sarada was going to enjoy her time on her mat and she wasn't going to let anyone distract her.

Or so she thought.

Kagura stopped talking to his friend, and walked in with her to the studio, taking a seat next to her mat. He was quick to lie down on his back and close his eyes.

At least now, she could have some peace… until Boruto took the mat next to hers, and the girl he was with earlier took the mat in front of him. Her lower lip jutted out… There was only one reason why that girl chose the mat in front of Boruto.

Whenever they would do stretches, he would have a nice, clear view of her body and ass.

Fuck that bitch. That wasn't the point of going to yoga.

"Fancy meeting you here." He smiled his best smile at her, blue eyes bright.

Sarada crossed her legs in front of her and smirked. "My father told me not to talk to stalkers," she whispered.

"Right. Smart man." Boruto chuckled. "But I'm not a stalker."

That made her smile. Sure he wasn't. He was just here to make sure she didn't do anything funny with someone else. This boy was so clingy and he was obviously in love with her. He needed to suck it up and confess. "Then do you need something, or are you still following me?" Her dark eyes glittered with mischievousness. It was only a matter of time…

"Not tonight, sorry. I told you, I already had these plans. With Ashina." He said, turning his gaze pointedly to the woman in front of him.

Well, fuck this bitch. All the playfulness in her eyes disappeared and she looked ahead, a pout forming on her lips. "Right. And I have plans with Kagura." She closed her eyes and straightened her back, willing herself to relax and start her breathing exercises because only god knew how pissed off she was right now and needed to be calmed down.

It wasn't long until the yoga instructor came upfront and introduced herself. She asked if anyone was a first-timer, and no one raised their hands, not even Boruto. The instructor smiled, pleased that she had a knowledgeable class. She wasted no time getting started, going first with floor stretches and leg races. Sarada's body burned, but it felt good, and she was feeling the heat in no time.

Taking a quick look at her side, Boruto was doing just fine and her cheeks burned. Damn. He looked good. His arms were flexed under him, and his legs were muscular, blue eyes trained to the ceiling, concentrating on the workout.

Concentrating. Right. Her and the mat, nothing else. She had to get him out of her mind or else she wouldn't be getting the best out of her workout.

The next exercise was to catch their breath in cat and cows, and Sarada nearly growled seeing Ashina's form. Damn that woman was hot. Her ass in perfect view for Boruto to see. It took her longer than expected to calm her breathing.

Once the instructor was happy with their form, they proceeded to take a plank, and Sarada was feeling proud of herself for still having good form. She looked over at Kagura, and he was doing splendidly. Kagura had always had a slim but well-built body, and he carried himself with ease, breathing normally and even.

And then… she looked over at Boruto and her arms shook.

Boruto's arms were flexed yet again, his breathing also even, eyes closed. She could see the sweat bead on his forehead, and some tiny scratch marks peek under his shirt.

Fuck.

Sarada looked back down on her mat and took a deep breath.

"Remember, if this is too much for you, you can always take child's pose and rest…" the instructor reminded. "We will stay in plank for five more breaths."

Sarada internally cursed. Like hell she was going to rest. She wasn't going to give up. Never. Taking in another breath, although shaky, she fixed her form and lifted her hips higher, having her core and thighs do more work. Boruto was too distracting. She didn't need him in her head, but it was so hard to get the image and feeling of him in her.

Her eyes snapped open. Fucking hell. Sarada gritted her teeth. Why was getting him out of her head so hard?

As their poses progressed, Sarada did her best not to look at Boruto. But his form in Warrior 2 and Reverse Warrior was so… attractive. God. He had to stop being so attractive. She was starting to lose count how many times she had to swallow in order not to drool.

The routine was fairly intense, but nothing Sarada couldn't manage. She almost lost her balance in tree pose a few times because she couldn't help but try to steal a look at how he was doing. Boruto always took the harder variations and although he was shaking at times, he never lost his balance, not even in tree pose.

"Remember, the key to tree pose is to look at one thing only. Really zone in on it and don't move your gaze so you can keep your balance."

Sarada hated that Boruto's gaze was lowered. No doubt looking at Ashina's peachy and plump ass.

Fuck these two.

"Okay, now shake it off," the instructor shifted from foot to foot. "We will start with some partner work for the cool down. So everyone, get a partner."

For some absurd reason, Sarada looked to her right, and Boruto looked to his left. Their eyes locking for a few seconds but were drawn away when Ashina put her hand on the crook of Boruto's elbow, and Kagura held on to her shoulder. She looked at Kagura and smiled, moving over to his side of the mat.

"Okay, class, sit down and open up your legs, facing your partner. Now, you can change how wide or how narrow your legs will be, but you have to be close enough to hold on to each other's hands."

Sarada sat down and opened up her legs, Kagura doing the same, feet brushing as they adjusted and held their hands out to hold on to each other.

In this position, Sarada could see Boruto… he was facing and looking right at her, despite having Ashina in front of him. The girl was giggling and talking about something she couldn't quite hear.

"You alright, Sarada?" Kagura asked.

She tore her gaze away from Boruto and looked at Kagura. "Yes."

"Now," the instructor started. "Making sure you have a good hold, one person has to go first, pull your partner and make sure you bend from your waist and not your back, okay? Really feel that stretch on your inner thighs as you go."

Kagura pulled Sarada towards him, and she slowly followed, reaching nearly all the way down. It burned, but it felt good. Slowly, he helped her back to a seated position and it was her turn to pull him down. Sarada couldn't help but look at Boruto, bending down closer to Ashina and she could feel her blood boil.

She scoffed and chided herself the moment she did. Fuck.

Once Kagura was back up, he asked how she was feeling, and Sarada brushed it off. The next few stretches were side bends, going in opposite directions. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't stop looking at Boruto, and he knew she was looking…

They were looking at each other, after all.

It was starting to feel hot all over again, and Sarada was relieved when their partner stretches ended, going back to their own mats to really cool down. When she was flat on her back, she closed her eyes, thankful for the rest. Her body felt good slowing down but her heart was still in chaos.

Just what was Boruto Uzumaki doing to her?

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After class, Sarada went to the bathroom to get changed, opting for a sweater and joggers, practically ready for bed. She cursed at seeing the hickey on her neck yet again, but no one said anything and that's all that she really cared about. Once she walked out, she found Boruto and Kagura chatting in the lobby with Ashina.

Sarada stopped right next to Kagura, a tight smile on her lips. "Hello."

"Sarada, this is Ashina," Kagura introduced a warm smile on his face. "Boruto's friend from Konoha U."

"Hi," she smiled and extended her hand to shake.

Ashina also greeted her back and smiled at Boruto. "I hope you don't mind, Kagura will be taking me home, and Boruto will be taking you."

She blinked. "Excuse me?"

"You're coming with me," Boruto said plainly, grabbing her hand and tugging her closer to him.

Her eyes narrowed at him and then she looked back at Kagura, who only waved and walked the other way to help Ashina with her bag.

What the actual fuck? Was this all a setup?

Her anger flared, even yoga couldn't calm her temper. "I'm walking." She pried her hand out his hold and walked towards the elevator.

Boruto followed behind her calmly. "Sure you can walk… to my car."

"No." She crossed her arms and waited for the elevator, thankful no one was around to hear them.

"Don't try me, Sarada. I will drive you home and you're gonna be happy about it." He huffed and crossed his arms too.

She crossed her arms across her chest and blatantly ignored him, pretending like she didn't hear a thing as she walked into the elevator and hit the button for the ground floor. Once the door closed, Boruto moved unnecessarily close to her, until their arms were touching.

"You're really cute when you pout, Sarada." He told her at her ear, smiling.

Sarada looked away, hiding the blush forming on her cheeks. He was so cute… he had to stop being so cute. It wasn't fair. "Hn."

"Wanna stop at Ninbucks on the way home? I'll buy you hot chocolate."

"... no."

"Are you sure?" He leaned into her, a wide smile on his face. "It's on the way."

"... okay fine." Damn her for being so easy. But her lower lip still jutted out in a pout.

For the record, she was still mad at him. And there was no way in hell that one cup of hot chocolate was going to make her forgive him.

The drive was quiet and Sarada was still being stubborn. He had been so mean to her all day, and it was only right he made it up to her. But one cup isn't going to cut it, no way. She didn't even line up with him, only sulked on the couch, arms still tightly crossed against her chest, that pout looking permanent.

Boruto placed the cup in front of her on the table and sat down on the couch next to her. "Sarada, you've been pouting for a long time… I'm getting worried your face may get stuck like that." He joked and poked her cheek playfully before turning his attention to his coffee.

"Hmph," she took her cup and held it close to her face, still not wanting to say anything to him. "Even if it did, I'd still be cute." Woah. Where did that come from? She really needed to calm down. Agreeing with herself, she took a nice long sip of her drink.

"Well, you got me there." He said softly and then had a sip of his coffee. "So you're mad at me… what's it gonna take for you to forgive me?" He turned his head back to look at her, propping his cheek in his hand and his elbow on the table.

Sarada peeked at him and steeled her heart. God. He was so cute. It had to be illegal to be that cute. Thinking of what to say, her thoughts drifted to why she was angry with him in the first place.

He's annoying. Check.

He was mean to me. Okay.

Asked me to do small things for Lily. Fair.

And he brought another girl to yoga. Fuck that.

I'm jealous. Woah what? No.

No.

Sarada scoffed. "I can give you a list."

"I'm listening."

Was he serious? She put her cup down and turned to face him on the couch. It was so hard to stay mad at him when he was looking at her so tenderly. "You're so annoying." Even if she said it with a straight face, she couldn't help but giggle, not believing she actually said that to her boss.

"Annoying enough to be forgiven?" He asked hopefully.

"You're as persistent as a stalker." She scrunched her nose up at him.

"No, I'm not," He argued quickly, cheeks puffing out as he turned his head straight. "Why do you keep calling me that?"

"Because you've been following me since day one. Why do you even do that?"

"I don't know. Why do you let me?"

She bit her lower lip, stopping herself from smiling. "I don't know. Maybe I'm afraid you'll fire me, sir."

Boruto stiffened at that and looked back to her once again, eyes widening slightly. "You're joking… right?"

She blinked a few times. Was she? "Maybe?"

"Oh…" his face fell and he appeared to turn thoughtful. "Well, you don't have to worry about that."

"I hope not…" she muttered. She liked her job and wouldn't want to leave. "Anyway," she picked her drink back up and took a sip. "I'm still mad at you. Your puppy eyes aren't going to cut it for me to forgive you."

Boruto nodded, assuming as much. "Gifts then?"

"You can't buy forgiveness!" Sarada wished they were back on her couch, just so she could hit him with a pillow.

"Damn… what can I do then?" He exaggerated a sigh and picked his coffee up for another sip.

Her eyes trailed from his hand, the cup and up to his lips. Well… there was one thing. But not here. "Can I go home now?"

"What?" He frowned and set his coffee back down and glanced at her cup. "We haven't even finished our drinks though…"

"Okay. After, then." She sighed and slumped down on the couch.

"Yeah. I won't keep you." He grumbled, shifting in his seat slightly and cupping his mug in both hands.

Being next to him felt so comforting, making it even harder for her to stay mad. She peeked up at him again and noticed the back of his neck still a little red. "Doesn't your back hurt?" She grinned.

"Not at all. I consider them friendly reminders." He said, turning smug at the question. "You got me good though."

She giggled and her hand came up to her neck. "I could say the same for you."

He smiled and looked to her hand at her neck. "I saw." He said and then turned in his seat, his hand slipping under her sweater, fingers circling a spot on her lower tummy. "And here too."

Sarada squeaked at his touch and her other hand came to hold his. "Oh my god stop it!"

They were in public, what was he thinking! Her cheeks burned but loved how warm his hand felt on her skin.

"Calm down. It's not like I was touching you in any… intimate areas." He laughed quietly and pulled his hand away.

Her hand slipped back on her tummy, frowning at losing physical contact. She had to stop thinking about these things. It was doing things to her heart and making her tummy do backflips.

"... right." Sarada went back to her drink, sipping quietly.

"I'm sorry." His apology came out in a near whisper, so low she almost missed it. It was unexpected too. "I wasn't thinking…"

Neither am I… she thought. Her expression softened as she leaned on his shoulder, releasing a heavy sigh.

They sat in silence like that for a while as they finished their drinks. Once it was empty, they stood to leave, Boruto leading the way. As soon as they were outside of Ninbucks, a cold wind blew, and Sarada shivered. What was she thinking, saying she was going to walk home. The two walked side by side, arms and knuckles brushing as they walked to the parking lot. By the third time their knuckles brushed, Sarada extended her pinky out to his, wanting to hold his hand.

Whether Boruto knew she wanted it or not, she didn't know, but he took her hand in his either way. "Your hand is freezing." He scoffed, walking a little faster.

Boruto's hands were the exact opposite. Despite the cold weather, they were still so warm. She matched his pace and held on to his hand a little tighter as they made their way to his car. He opened the passenger side for her and she hopped in, blowing on her hands as she waited for him to settle in.

It was still so cold out these days but Sarada was thankful Boruto kept things nice and warm for her.

Boruto started the car and drove out of the parking lot, keeping his eyes on the road until they reached the main street. Sarada kept her hands on her lap, trying to warm them up on her thighs. Boruto glanced over at her hands and then laid his right over them, helping her with his own warmth. He shouldn't have been so warm.

"I should have warmed the car first." He said in an apologetic tone.

Sarada held on to his hand with both of hers, and shook her head. "It's okay. I feel much better now."

"Good."

Wrapping her small hands around his, she brought it up to her cheek and closed her eyes. He really shouldn't have been so warm, but Sarada was so grateful he is. They didn't talk much until he pulled up to her driveway, and Sarada picked up her bags. Boruto was already out of the car, opening up her door for her.

As they walked up to her apartment, Boruto held on to her hand the entire time, only letting go once they reached her door.

"So… can I pick you up for work in the morning? I'll have the car nice and toasty."

"Morning?" She scrunched up her nose. "You're always at work so early."

"So? That's good, getting to work early… Riding with me will make it worthwhile." He said cheekily.

Sarada rolled her eyes. Wow, this guy was really full of himself. "Oh, I'm sure you will," she replied sarcastically. "I'm still mad at you, though."

Boruto laughed softly and then suddenly leaned in, placing a tender, lingering kiss to her lips before pulling back. "I'll be here by six. You can forgive me in the morning."

There was no time to react. Sarada just stood there as he grinned at her and waved before turning around and walking back to his idling car. She stood outside, watching him as he got in and drove away, nowhere near feeling as cold as she did earlier.

A shaky hand came up to her warm lips…

She was so not in love with him.

A/N: Your guesses were fun to read through, and it looks like there's a clamor for our beloved Snake Boi. Soon, fam. Soon. Thank you again for all your support for this story. Tyy and I genuinely have so much fun writing and we're happy it resonates with you! Believe me when I say we're just as frustrated as you all are with how dumb and stubborn they're all being but hey, they're on good terms again. Any thoughts on how the next morning is going to play out? Do you think Sarada's a morning person? Teehee.

Cheers,

Kairi and Tyy