This is a filler chapter, written for BoruSaraWeek2020 D7: Coffee, Princess. There will be another update after this, and it will be back to canon chapters.

THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SPOILERS! You may opt to skip it if you don't like being spoiled for the canon chapters.

We received a prompt on Tumblr, and it was just perfect for this AU!

Prompt: Did that person just take a photo of us?

We don't own Naruto/Boruto.


With the news of Sarada and Hōki's breakup out, Boruto felt like he could finally breathe easy. It had been two weeks of Sarada barely leaving her condo when she wasn't shooting, and spending a week going home to her parents' house, making it look like she was trying to get a hold of herself again after their split.

What a load of bullshit. As if Sarada needed "time and space to heal" when it was supposed to be a mutual decision on their part to "split up."

Hōki made it look like he was hurt—for about a day—until he started posting photos with his new female lead, shaping up to look like a new love interest.

Boruto missed Sarada and when she was finally set to come back home to her condo, he was happy to have her back in his arms and to sleep with her again. As much as he wanted to spend the day indoors, Sarada was getting antsy, wanting to go out for a cup of coffee and cake. She had been stuck at home for two weeks, it was understandable but still risky.

"You're supposed to be heartbroken, princess," Boruto reasoned, careful not to rile her up about it.

"Well… I'm not." Sarada stomped her foot and crossed her arms over her chest. "I want to move on with my life already."

Boruto couldn't argue with those two points. Sarada certainly wasn't the type to sit around and mope over a guy who wasn't even great. "Yeah, you're right." He sighed and got up from the couch. "Fine, cake and coffee?"

"Yes." She brightened instantly, dropping her arms before closing the distance between them and hugging him around his waist. "Thank you."

He chuckled lightly and hugged her back, resting his cheek on the top of her head. "Anything for you, princess."

Boruto drove them to a coffee shop halfway across town. Not only because it's what Sarada wanted, but also because it was the most private. Despite being located in the business district, it had a homey and dainty feel to the place, decorated with white wood and comfy couches. They also served one of the best strawberry cakes in the city.

Sarada was nearly bouncing on her feet in excitement and he couldn't blame her at all. It had been a while since they both came to visit. He had already called in advance, reserving a particular nook in the cafe wherein the couch faced a wall, back turned against everyone else inside. The backrest wasn't high enough to hide their faces but if Sarada wanted to cuddle—and no doubt she would want to—her head would be hidden and only his shirt's collar until the top of his blond head would be seen. Sarada slipped into the couch first and Boruto followed suit.

As soon as they were both seated, Sarada scooted closer to Boruto and wrapped both her arms around his left which was closest to her. "Is this… a date?"

His eyes widened by the smallest bit but a light blush and a large bright grin cracked on his face. "Y-yeah it is." If Boruto knew earlier she wanted this to be a date, he would have had flowers sent here in advance. Perhaps he could have it sent to her house to surprise her when they were back.

"Ooh. I was worried we wouldn't get another date." She sighed, but a soft smile was gracing her lips. "The first one was beautiful. I want more dates."

What? "My princess wants dates? She will get all the dates she wants," Boruto declared.

"Next time, I want to go to the beach and have a picnic… at night." Sarada told him, already excited about the idea of more dates to come.

"Night picnics on the beach, got it," Boruto nodded, interlacing their fingers together and rubbing his nose on hers. "How about ghost hunting, too?" He smirked, a devilish smile on his face.

Sarada shuddered and pulled away from him as if he'd wounded her. "I hate you!" She pouted, turning her face away from him. He knew well how much she hated scary things.

He laughed and tickled her side, making her lighten up a little bit. "Aw, come on, I'll protect you! And you can cling on to me as much as you like, ya know?"

"No." She huffed but laid her head on his shoulder. "You're so mean."

"I'm not," that grin on his face was starting to look permanent. God, he missed her so much. Having her leaning on him and teasing her again made him feel so happy.

The waiter came around and handed them a menu. Boruto didn't even need to take a look, he already knew what they wanted. After the waiter took their order, he scurried away to have it placed and finally, they were alone again.

He pressed his lips to her temple and took a deep breath, inhaling her scent. "I missed you."

"I've missed you too." She whispered back, moving her hand to cling onto his shirt. "I don't like dating other people."

"I'm the only one you've ever dated," he grinned cheekily. Although Boruto knew what Sarada meant, he couldn't help but tease her.

"Yeah… but nobody knows that. Everybody thinks it's Hōki and not you." Sarada sighed sadly. She didn't like lying, even if it was necessary. She would have liked nothing more than being able to tell the world that Boruto owned her heart.

"I know," his smile fell by the smallest bit and he rubbed her back soothingly. "As long as we know how we feel about each other, the rest of the world doesn't matter."

Sarada tilted her head back, gazing at him with a look of pure adoration in her eyes. "You really mean that?"

"I do," Boruto leaned down to capture her lips in a light and chaste kiss. It lasted way too short for her liking, and he barely pulled away when he heard a familiar sound.

Click.

His eyes widened, gaze shifting to the other side of the cafe. There weren't any big professional cameras, but there was a phone and it was pointed right at them.

"Oh fuck," Boruto cursed, gaze pointedly staring at the girl. She hastily put her phone away and sipped her drink, wanting to look innocent.

"What?" Sarada asked softly, knowing that look on his face. "Did they take a photo?"

"They did." Although his voice was low, it was lethal. "Shit. Mitsuki is going to kill me." Boruto sat back down on the couch and slumped down on it, arms crossing against his chest. He knew this was going to happen but getting caught like that has got to be a new idiotic record. Even for him.

"Let me out."

"What?" Boruto quirked a brow up. "Why?"

"I'll take care of it." She said simply, patting his leg under the table.

"Wh-what?" His arms fell to his side, jaw slack. "What do you mean you'll take care of it?" He sat up, blocking her way out of the couch. There was no way he was going to let Sarada out of the couch.

Sarada narrowed her dark eyes on him. "Boruto, let me up. I can handle this easily. Look at this face, nobody can refuse me." She said, giving him a bout of puppy dog eyes.

Boruto bit his lower lip, eyes growing wide. He wouldn't budge to those big beautiful black eyes and her adorable pouty lips. No. He would absolutely not—he slid out of the couch and stood up, holding her hand to help her out. Once Sarada was on her feet, he slapped a hand to his forehead. "Fuck me," He muttered. Boruto was too weak against her and he really should've known better.

"Later," Sarada whispered, patting him on his chest before brushing past him and heading for the girl who was still sipping her drink and giving Sarada a side-eye, looking stunned to be approached by her.

Sarada smiles warmly at the girl and they exchanged a few words that he couldn't hear. The two of them smiled and giggled as the girl showed Sarada her phone and even let Sarada hold it. After a couple of moments, Sarada accepted a pen and notebook from the girl, giving her autograph before waving Boruto over.

The blond felt a wave of anxiety rush over him, but he put on a charming smile and confidently walked over to the two, beaming at the young girl. "Hello."

"Hi." The girl replied meekly and Sarada giggled, moving to stand by his side.

"We're going to take a proper picture for her," Sarada explained.

"Oh," Boruto blinked. That wasn't… what he expected. At all. "Sure, why not." He grinned, despite not knowing what the hell Sarada was up to.

The girl was beside herself with glee, Boruto could practically see the stars in her eyes.

Sarada smiled brightly, leaning close against him as she would any time while the girl took the photo.

"Thank you so much." She cooed, showing them both the picture she'd taken.

"You're welcome. Much better." Sarada approved. "Thank you for your support."

The girl was nearing hysterics as Sarada took Boruto's hand and pulled him back to their table. She settled in and smiled at finding her coffee hot and waiting. She hummed in delight after a much-needed sip.

"What just…" Boruto stared at her in disbelief. "What just happened?" He still couldn't believe Sarada had approached a fan and offered to have their photo taken.

"Oh, she was really sweet. Big fan, said we were her OTP. She let me delete the other photo and since she was so nice about it, I agreed to take one that was safer."

He blinked once. Twice. "We're her OTP?" The following and number of comments Boruto got whenever he posted a photo of Sarada on his social media should have been enough to convince him. But seeing it live was a completely different experience. "You mean… she's a BoruSara fan?"

"Yes. Very much. She promised not to even post the picture—and I believe her." Sarada giggled and rubbed his thigh affectionately. "It's nice to know that, even if we're not publicly official, there are lots of people supporting us."

The corner of his lips curled up and he looked back to see the girl giggling away on her phone. Boruto chuckled and kissed Sarada's cheek. "I'm happy to know that, too, princess."

"Boruto," Sarada cooed, leaning closer to nuzzle her nose against his neck and then whispered, "I love you."

"I love you, too." Boruto wound an arm around her shoulders and picked up his coffee, taking a long and satisfying sip.

Nothing in this world was better than having a good cup of coffee, the love of his life wrapped up in his arms, and a public relations crisis averted.


A/N: We don't think it's too much of a spoiler since this happening is a little... predictable? But nonetheless, we hope you liked it. :)

This is the last filler for now, and will be back to canon chapters in the next update!

Cheers,

Kairi and Tyy