A/N: We are back to canon chapters! This (and the next!) is personally one of my favorite chapters to reread.
We don't own Naruto/Boruto.
The next day, Sarada awoke after a dream unlike any she'd ever had before. It was vague when she tried to recall it, and the only thing that was of any significance to her was these three words that had been said to her by a voice so precious to her.
"I love you."
It was surreal, Sarada couldn't fathom why she would dream of Boruto saying those words to her, but she had. Even if the rest of the dream was one big blur, that one little piece was so grand and exhilarating that it had her blushing all morning. She couldn't look at him properly without her face turning candy apple red and she was trying her best not to arouse his suspicions.
Sarada was thankful come lunchtime, when Ochako pulled her away from her manager, at least until the brunette began questioning her.
"Sarada, you know you can tell me anything, right?" She began and Sarada, oblivious as she was, did nothing more than nod happily. She had started to consider Ochako as a close friend—someone she could trust and depend on and thought the words were nothing more than reassurance of their growing bond.
"I know." Sarada nodded and pulled her friend into a warm hug. "I really appreciate it."
Ochako leaned her head back, puffing out her already round, pink cheeks. "Then why didn't you tell me about you and Boruto?"
"Me and Boruto?" Obsidian eyes widened and blinked at the shorter girl in confusion. "What do you mean?"
"Oh, come on!" Ochako groaned, rolling her eyes. "You were all over him last night—he carried you back to your room like you were his bride! He even told Hōki to go… go… um f-f— screw himself! Katsuki told me everything!"
Sarada gasped, this news taking her by surprise. "He said what?!"
Boruto wouldn't. No way. He was too careful, they'd only just gotten things cleared between everyone. He wouldn't stir up more conflict just when things were settling down.
Ochako nodded, giving her a nod and a look that said she had it all figured out—or at least she thought she did. "Katsuki says if it hadn't been for you being asleep in Boruto's arms, he would have really unleashed on Hōki. He was screaming that you belong to him."
Belong to Boruto?
"I-it's not like that." Sarada denied the accusation vehemently. Shaking her head frantically and waving her arms around in desperation, she whined at feeling her face heat up yet again. "Boruto is protective of me, but it's because he's my manager. Honestly, that's it."
"Wow. You're in some kind of denial girl." Ochako sighed. "Fine, you don't have to admit it now—it took me a long time to get Katsuki to confess too. But you will admit it one day."
"There's nothing to admit."
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Somehow without any further incidents, their vacation ended and all the cast and crew members returned to reality.
Sarada was thankful, truly relieved once she was back home. She'd felt pressured almost the entire trip and it had been a stressful week for her. Being home was all she wanted, she loved her peace and quiet and wanted her life to be as smooth and problem-free as it could.
They went straight back to filming on Monday, had some shots to do in the city. A small strip had been roped off while they used the local Ninbucks for a certain late-night scene. Being away from the studio put them in the public's eye, so it required Sarada to be sweeter on Hōki—or let him be sweeter on her rather.
Truth be told, the actress had grown used to it to a certain extent. Hōki was around a lot, he'd seen and touched her while she was naked, he'd kissed her many, many times. They were fake dating and all things considered, she shouldn't have minded any of it anymore.
But she did.
Every kiss, every touch, every sweet, heartfelt line had Sarada thinking of Boruto. The man who was supposed to be her manager and nothing more. The man who she was not in an official relationship with, nor could be thanks to certain contracts and Hōki. It was all so frustrating.
That dream had yet to become a distant memory. It was still fresh in her mind and she could hear him speaking those words to her with the utmost sincerity. Did she long to hear him tell her he loved her? Was this something she desired? Sarada hasn't even put any thought into it, but when she did, she realized that she did indeed want Boruto to have those feelings for her.
Whether he loved her or not though, he made her happy, he treated her like a princess and she didn't want to ruin the bond that they already had by bringing up something as unimportant as a few little words.
Those words weren't meaningless though and Sarada wished she could not care or take that silly dream of hers back. Every time she heard someone else say those words, it made her think of Boruto speaking them to her.
And every day that he didn't, she wondered why he didn't love her.
In order to try and distract herself from those ridiculous thoughts, on Wednesday night when it had become a headache for her—and Boruto was busy discussing something with Mitsuki over the phone—Sarada reached out to Himawari, Boruto's little sister.
She hadn't forgotten about wanting to get together with her and Kawaki too. Boruto hadn't mentioned anything about it and no doubt was hoping she had forgotten, but that just wasn't happening. Sarada was all smiles when she heard Himawari's cheerful voice on the phone. The younger woman was elated to receive a call from her.
"Himawari, it's been so long." Sarada gushed, wishing Himawari was there with her so she could hug her.
"Sarada-chan, it's been too long!" She giggled. "I hope everything is okay. I'm really surprised to be hearing from you. Boruto isn't giving you a hard time, is he?"
Sarada laughed at the change in her tone. "No, no. He's perfect." As always. "I wanted to ask, do you have any plans Friday night?"
"Not anymore."
That made Sarada laugh even harder and she couldn't stop grinning. "You're so cute. I wanted to invite you and Kawaki over for a sleepover with Boruto and I. I'd love to see you guys and I know he misses you both."
Himawari squealed in excitement. "Oh my gosh! Sleepover with Sarada-chan! Yes, yes, yes!"
"So, I assume that's a yes?"
"Of course it is!" Himawari shouted. "Oh but, Kawaki… you'll have to ask him yourself. He's been pretty grumpy lately and I'm not talking to him."
"Oh?" Sarada smiled, thinking it to be something silly to have her upset. "Can you text me his number? I'll call him right away to make sure Friday night is okay with him as well."
"Right away, sis!"
A soft ping had Sarada pulling her phone from her ear to see a received text from Himawari with a contact number for Kawaki. She could have used his professional number, but she wanted his personal phone, as this was a personal call.
"Thanks, Hima! I'll let you know what he says."
Once she ended the call with the sister, she called the brother. The phone rang several times, so long that Sarada didn't expect to get an answer. At the last second though, he picked up.
"Hello?"
His deep voice threw her off for a moment and she cleared her throat before responding. "Kawaki, hello. This is—"
"Sarada." He hummed and she could hear the curiosity in his voice, though she was admittingly surprised that he knew it was her right away.
"Hi." She smiled, unsure of how to speak to him as easily as she did with Himawari. Kawaki was a bit… intimidating.
"Hey."
"Um… I was calling to ask if you have any plans for Friday night?" She finally explained, feeling a little shy.
The faint sound of him chuckling sounded over the phone before he said, "Damn, asking me out so brazenly. That's hot."
"Whoa, what?" Her mouth fell open and her whole body flushed. "N-no… well, I mean… it's.."
"I don't have any plans. What do you have in mind?"
Sarada smiled, feeling excited that he was willing to consider her request. "A sleepover."
"Damn. I must say, this is all so sudden."
He was laughing more than she'd ever heard him laugh and she was so embarrassed. "Kawaki!" She whined. "Stop teasing me! This sleepover will be you, Boruto and Himawari."
"And you?" He asked for clarification.
"W-well yeah… will you come?" She asked, hoping he would.
"Since you called, I don't think I can refuse." He hummed and Sarada giggled.
"You're teasing me again, Kawaki." Sarada rolled her eyes, still smiling wide as her bedroom door opened and she looked over to see Boruto stepping in.
He blinked at her. "Who are you talking to?"
"One sec," she whispered into the phone and then held it against her chest. "It's Kawaki."
"The hell are you talking to my bastard for a brother for?" he growled, wanting to take the phone from her.
"Hush." Sarada huffed at him and then returned the phone to her ear. "Kawaki?"
"I'm here."
"Sarada, give me the phone," Boruto crawled on the bed, trying to take the phone from her.
"No, stop!" Sarada snapped, leaning far back and putting her foot in his face to keep him away.
She got him on his cheek, but that didn't stop him from coming for her tummy, tickling her until she let go of the phone. "Got it!" Boruto picked up her phone, and lied down on her, keeping her still. "Bastard!" Boruto greeted his brother. "Why are you calling Sarada? The fuck you think you're doing?"
"Give me the phone right now!" Sarada huffed, smacking Boruto on his shoulder with her fist.
He winced but ignored her. "Bastard, you hear me? I'm talking to you!"
"She called me, dumbass." Kawaki scoffed. "Asked me out too. It was pretty sexy."
"You're fucking deluded," Boruto snorted. "Whatever it is, don't call her again!"
"Boruto!" Sarada yelled one frustration, face red from overhearing Kawaki's words.
He pressed the phone on his chest, for Kawaki not to hear him. "Just a sec, princess. Getting rid of the bastard now." Boruto put the phone back to his ear and said a few more colorful things to his brother, as if he was his sworn enemy, and not related to him at all.
Sarada stuck her tongue out at him, moving it around tauntingly enough to distract him and then swiped her phone out of his hand.
"Kawaki?" She spoke into the phone, trying to push Boruto away from her.
"Still here."
"See you—Friday?" She grunted, still struggling against Boruto.
"It's a date." Kawaki agreed and she smiled in spite of her tussle with her manager.
Sarada ended the call and dropped her phone, turning a scowl to Boruto.
"Saradaaaa!" Boruto whined. "What did you do that for? You know I hate my brother."
"Hate your brother?" Sarada gasped, frowning deeply at him.
"Well…" Boruto pouted. "Okay, maybe hate is a strong word. But he's still a bastard."
She rolled her eyes at that. "I already told you I was going to plan a sleepover for the four of us. I called him and Himawari."
"You were serious?" Boruto pouted a little more and whined. "Can't it just be us this weekend?"
"Saturday night and Sunday, yes. Friday, no." She answered simply.
That made his blue eyes light up by a bit, and he grinned. "That gives me enough time to ask Mitsuki to make something happen."
"I beg your pardon?" Sarada gasped. "If you even think about sabotaging our sleepover, I will never kiss you again."
"Wha—" Boruto looked so shocked… and hurt. "Saradaaaa!" he continued to whine and wrapped his arms around her middle. "They're just going to embarrass me all night!"
Sarada shook her head at him, finding him to be so annoying. "It's going to be a lot of fun, but if you don't behave, I'll uninvite you."
His blue eyes were wide and fearful. "Why do you want to talk to them so bad?" He cried. "I swear, they're just going to tell you bullshit things about me and you won't like me anymore."
That piqued her curiosity. "And what could they possibly tell me about you to make me not like you anymore?" She couldn't wait to hear this.
He looked away. "I don't know…" Boruto rolled over in bed, letting her go and stared at the ceiling. "I wasn't always like this, ya know? I was young and stupid."
"Well, you could tell me about your young and stupid days before they get the chance." She suggested, fascinated at the idea of a different Boruto.
"I don't think you'd want to hear it," Boruto mumbled.
Sarada rolled over on top of him, giving him a reassuring smile. "But I want to know everything about you."
"You don't wanna know these things, princess," Boruto chuckled bitterly. "Not at all."
Frowning at his certainty and becoming even more curious, Sarada removed herself from him and rolled onto her side to face away from him. "What did you do?" She mumbled under her breath, speaking aloud to herself instead of to him. Boruto was as perfect as perfect could become, so she didn't understand what he could want to hide from her.
He rolled to his side to face her, trying to smile for her. "I always got into trouble, ya know? From graffiti to almost going to jail for stealing something I don't even remember how we stole." He laughed lightly at the memory. "Fooled around, got into more trouble. I don't know how my mom dealt with me, honestly. My old man deserved all that heartache though."
Sarada rolled back over to face him, mind whirling with all this newfound information. "You—in trouble? Fooled around? I've never heard you speak of your dad very much. Why is that?"
"Dad and I… have a complicated relationship. He was always busy, ya know? Never had any time for me or Himawari when we were younger. Even mom missed him a lot." Boruto averted his gaze and sighed. "It was shocking that he adopted Kawaki when he didn't even have the time for us, ya know? But when he entered the picture… dad tried to be there more."
Sarada felt her heartache from his confession and quickly slid her hand into his. "That was… wrong of him. I can only imagine how you felt when that happened—how you must still feel."
"I'm over it," Boruto shrugged. "Hima was always quick to forgive dad like mom, and Kawaki never really saw how dad was when he was starting out his political career. He can't say anything bad about him, ya know?"
"I'm sorry." Sarada squeezed his hand, smiling apologetically. "I wish I had been there for you…"
He rubbed the back of her hand with his thumb and smiled at her. "You kinda were. Whenever I get pissed at dad, I'd watch your show. I always liked the ones who played your siblings and your dad. And who played your mom was hot."
"You mean Uncle Itachi and Uncle Shisui? We had a great time… and ew Mei is old enough to be your grandmother."
"Still hot." Boruto laughed. "Yeah, they were the best. It made me wish I had siblings like that, ya know?"
"Ugh. Disgusting." She rolled her eyes. "You do have siblings. Those two are so crazy overprotective of me, sometimes it's scary." She was also due to see them.
"They're nice enough to me," Boruto shrugged and proceeded to run his fingers through her hair. "Anyway," he sighed. "If you really want to see my siblings, fine. But don't tell me I didn't warn you."
"It's already settled. I'm not worried about them. I want us all to have fun together." She sighed and rested her head on his chest, beginning to feel sleepy. "We can have pizza and funny movies…"
"You need alcohol if Kawaki is coming… maybe weed also." Boruto faked vomiting sounds. "Really, you don't want him around."
"Weed?" Sarada whispered in surprise, raising her head to tape at him. "I didn't know Kawaki smoked!"
Boruto rolled his eyes. "Princess, come on. If you think I'm a rebel, that guy did it all."
"Whoa. He definitely gives off bad boy vibes, but I'm still surprised."
"Drugs, sex, alcohol, tatts," Boruto whined and pouted. "And I'm still not my parents' favorite."
"Kawaki has tattoos?" Sarada gawked, trying time think back to it but she couldn't remember ever noticing any.
"Why are we even talking about Kawaki?" Boruto huffed.
"Because you would rather tell me things about him than yourself." Sarada laughed.
Boruto wrapped his arms around Sarada and hid his face on her neck. "I don't wannaaaa! Princeeeess!" He was being such a whiny baby, evading talking about himself. "Just don't ask, okay? I would be hurt if you didn't like me anymore."
"I don't care about things you may consider mistakes of your past. What you did is still a part of the man you are now, and I want to know everything." She wished Boruto would tell her about himself more. He had done so many things, much more than she knew. She wanted to know.
He peeked at her from her neck. "What do you know?"
"Nothing really. Not nearly enough to satisfy me. Though I did hear this one… rumor."
Boruto groaned. "Aw shit. Which one?"
"Well, the first one to mind is about that thing—I mean girl—you were dating when you first became my manager." What a slip-up!
"O-oh," Boruto went back to hiding. "What about her?"
What was that stutter about? Brows furrowing, Sarada turned up her nose and admitted smugly, "that she broke it off with you because she was jealous of me and you."
Boruto took in a deep breath and sighed. "Yeah, that happened. We were together for a long time. I even thought I was gonna end up marrying her at some point, ya know?" He shook his head. "But she couldn't understand my work. Just like how a lot of people can't."
The fact that Boruto thought he was going to marry some girl who was no longer in his life really shouldn't have had such an effect on Sarada, but she was crushed. What was so special about her? Why would he love her and want to marry her, but not Sarada? It wasn't fair and she was devastated. How many times did that girl get to hear him say 'I love you'? She couldn't even calm and settle herself enough to say anything in response.
"I've never had anyone make rumors about me and my talents before, though," Boruto shrugged. "Only when I got you. It's really different with you, ya know?" He poked her cheek, grinning.
Sarada swatted his hand away from her face and rolled back over, having nothing else to say to him.
"Sarada?" Boruto was at a loss. "Hey…" He tried to make her look at him but she wouldn't. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing I'm just depressed that I became a homewrecker." She muttered.
Boruto gawked at her. "Sarada, you did nothing wrong. I already explained it to her but she wouldn't listen. It's on her."
"Maybe you should have tried harder," Sarada whispered, hating herself for feeling so down and hurt. It was stupid, uncalled for.
Boruto lied down on her tummy, his breath tickling her skin. "I think I did enough," he muttered. "Besides, how could I be with someone who doesn't believe or trust me?"
Sarada couldn't feel any relief at his words. "I'm sorry I got in the way." To think that if she has never hired Boruto as her manager, he would be married to that girl by now. It was as shocking as it was painful.
"Stop apologizing, I'm over it," Boruto replied.
"Me too." She whispered sadly, lying even though it was so obvious she wasn't.
"Are you okay?" Boruto looked at her and kissed her cheek. "I know it's depressing to get dumped, but I'm really over it."
He was so oblivious it didn't even make sense. "I'm fine. Glad you're over it."
"You're being quiet, something's wrong," He pouted. "Whenever people talk about relationships you have this glimmer in your eyes, and you always want to know more."
Not this time. "Must be tired." She muttered. Now she was wishing she didn't pry at all. Sarada never expected to know Boruto was ever that close to another woman.
"Sarada… Did I say something wrong?"
Sarada grit her teeth, knowing how childish it was to feel something as ridiculous as jealousy over a woman who wasn't even in his life when the two of them weren't even officially together to begin with. "You were just being honest… I should be glad, but…"
"But?" Boruto raised a brow. "You can tell me anything."
"But… I can't stand the thought of you marrying her—or anyone else." She confessed, feeling her heart ache a little more.
"Oh, princess…" Boruto cupped her face and kissed her forehead. "You don't have to think about that. I promised you, didn't I?" He held up his hand and let his pinky stand. "You promised me, too."
Sarada quickly wrapped her pinky around his, feeling her eyes burn. "Y-yeah." She didn't want to miss her chance. She wanted to make it to the day that he said those words to her for real because she knew without a doubt that she was in love with him.
Boruto gave her a chaste kiss on her lips, lingering for a few moments before settling her on his chest and stroked her hair. "Are you still feeling tired?"
"Yes." Sarada nodded, closing her eyes. "I just need a little sleep."
"Before you sleep," he whispered. "Want to go out on a date with me this Friday?"
"We already have a date." She sighed, knowing he was still desperate to get out of it.
"You said you were free on Friday," he pouted. "They're coming Saturday, right?"
"No!" She groaned. "You know you know the right day! Stop being mean."
He laughed and kissed the top of her head. "Okay fiiiine. Tomorrow? I want to wine and dine my princess."
The idea certainly made her feel better. "Just me and you?"
"Just like how it's supposed to be." Boruto nodded.
"In public though?" They wouldn't be able to be close enough if that was the case—even if she wanted it.
"Do you have a place in mind? I can make it happen for you."
Sarada smiled, knowing he truly meant that. He would make anything happen for her. "Maybe… sushi?"
He nodded. "Okay, I'll think of somewhere." Boruto poked her side. "You want to get naughty in public, don't you?"
"W-what?" She blanched, blushing furiously. "Not at all! But… but I want to hold your hand… and kiss…"
"Alright, princess. All the hand-holding, kissing and sushi you want tomorrow is yours."
"Thank you." She breathed, feeling much more at ease now, even continuing to maintain her sweet smile as she drifted off to sleep.
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Sarada found herself in the lobby of an old hotel, located on the old rich side of the city. She had heard of the building before, but never ventured inside it, neither did she have any business to be there. The warm lighting and marble floors told her that this hotel was rich with history and fancy to top it off. Boruto wasn't kidding when he said he wanted to wine and dine her. He was also wearing a suit, just for her.
Boruto took her hand in his as they walked to the elevator, the bellboy greeted them with a warm smile and a bow as he keyed in the floor for the rooftop. The building wasn't as high as the new skyscrapers that kept popping up, but it still made Sarada's ears pop from the altitude change.
He led her out of the elevator, and the scene before her was completely different. A narrow pathway made of black rocks looked like they were floating over a large koi pond. Fish with shades of red, orange, gold, white and black swam around the pond, the sound of running water coming from the falls on the side.
A well-dressed waiter came to greet them, guiding them to their table. There was no one else there, except for the staff and a lady playing a traditional Japanese instrument. It made the whole place feel so zen, but also modern and chic.
Their table for dinner was set at the edge, one that had a marvelous view of the sparkling city below them. There was another table with a low couch at the corner, too.
"We'll sit there for dessert and wine," Boruto whispered in her ear. He let go of her hand to give her a large bouquet of flowers. "For you, princess." He grinned wide, showing off a perfect set of teeth and the way his eyes glittered told her how happy he was to be here with her. The kind of smile he only gave to her.
Sarada accepted the bouquet, her heart stuttering and cheeks turning pink. He had already blown her away and easily made a long day of filming be forgotten. "Boruto…" now she was just feeling so emotional. He was too sweet and she wanted him to know how much this meant to her, but finding the words just wasn't so easy.
"Do you like it?" He asked. "I already heard of this place before, but it's also my first time."
"I love it…" She sniffled, holding tight to her flowers and staring up at him, big black eyes full of adoration. "You look amazing and everything is perfect and you got me flowers too, and… and…" she was going to cry.
Boruto cupped her face and kissed her passionately. "Only the best for you."
Tears were brimming in her eyes, but only because she was so happy. "This is so beautiful… and for my first date… I just—no other guy could make this happen for me." It was a fact that she couldn't deny. He was ruining her for anyone else.
Boruto lightly rubbed the tears that threatened to spill away and smiled at her. "I'd make anything happen for you, princess." He kissed her forehead and led her over to her chair, pulling it for her and pushing it back in to let her sit. "Comfy?"
"Yes, perfect." She sighed, near swooning. "Thank you for this, Boruto. It really means a lot to me."
"W-wait right there!" Boruto pulled out his phone and snapped a quick photo of her. He looked at it and grinned before showing it to her. "Beautiful. Deserves to be my wallpaper." Boruto pushed a few buttons and slid his phone back in his pocket when he finished adjusting his settings. "I didn't order in advance, because I wanted you to choose. Whatever you want."
Boruto was almost too much for her. He spoiled her so much and kept giving her these butterflies in her tummy. "Thank you. Though I wouldn't have minded you ordering, you know everything I like." She was happier than ever and pulled out her phone as well, snapping a picture of him when he wasn't paying attention. Sarada thought he was the best guy in the world. If only he could be hers.
"I know you like me, Sarada, but I was talking about the food." Boruto teased.
"H-huh?" She looked to him, eyes were blown wide and mouth agape. What did I say? Had she given herself away already? Wasn't she also speaking of the food?
Boruto laughed. "You said I know everything you like." He repeated. "And I know you like me and all, but you really should pick what we're having for dinner."
Her face couldn't have possibly heated up anymore. "R-right." She tried to play it cool and picked up the menu with slightly trembling hands.
He gave some dishes that he wanted to the waiter and handed him the menu. Boruto propped his elbow on the table and rested his chin on his hand as he watched her read through the menu. "You look so beautiful, Sarada." He sighed dreamily. "I can't believe I'm on a date with you. It feels like a dream."
Oh, she really loved it when he called her beautiful and she was quite certain that she was the one living in a dream right now. She also couldn't believe that she was on a date—with Boruto of all people. She was supposed to be choosing her food, but it was hard to concentrate on the menu instead of him.
"Do you need some help with that, or do you feel full just looking at me?" Boruto smiled cheekily at her. "My mouth is watering just looking at you."
Oh. He was really trying to do a number on her now. Sarada shifted in her seat and passed the menu to him. "You order." She whispered, feeling hot and breathless and… in love.
Boruto took the menu from her and called the waiter over, pointing at dishes and sneaking glances at her from time to time. When the waiter repeated their order, it sounded like Boruto ordered half the things on their menu. "Are you feeling full or hungry?" Boruto asked.
"I-I'm hungry." She answered quickly, cursing herself once she'd stuttered. She'd opted for a light lunch since they were having dinner out like this.
He hummed. "Then I expect you to eat a lot tonight."
"I will! I'll eat my fill." She wouldn't let all his kindness go to waste.
This made him smile, and they were served some breadsticks and tea. Their conversation was light and easy. Until their food arrived.
"Boruto, oh my gosh—who is going to eat all of this?" Sarada gawked at the many different sushi rolls being placed on the table along with their miso soup. "I'm not this hungry!" She shook her head at him, but couldn't help laughing.
"It all looked so good!" He swept his hands over their table. "Come on, you would have ordered all of it, too."
He was right, everything really did look delicious—including him. "Yeah, it's not like we can't take the rest home with us."
"No…" Boruto handed her a pair of black chopsticks with a gold design on the tip. "But I can take you home tonight." He winked.
"You better." She scoffed, refusing to look at him for the moment. She was eager for the food anyway, but with so many options she found it difficult to choose which to try first.
Watching her struggle to choose, Boruto dragged his chair over to sit next to her and took tuna sashimi, dipped it in the sauce and held it close to her mouth. "Here, try this first."
Sarada opened her mouth as if it were a reflex, taking in the offered sushi and chewing slowly. It was delicious. "Are you going to feed me all night too?" He was really going above and beyond to give her the best night imaginable.
"All you have to do is tell me," Boruto shrugged. He took a piece of salmon sashimi this time, dipping it in the sauce and taking a bite himself. Using the same chopsticks he used to feed her.
"I-I was only kidding." She blushed and quickly picked a piece closest to her, all but shoving it in her mouth.
Boruto chuckled. "Shame. I wanted you to feed me."
His teasing had reached new heights and she couldn't handle it very well, but she did like it. "I can do that…" she mumbled, wanting to feed him if he really wanted her to.
"Really?" His eyes lit up as if he wasn't even expecting her to say yes. Boruto was getting giddy, even if she hadn't picked up anything from the table to feed him yet.
Sarada giggled at how happy he became and didn't wait around to choose a piece to feed him. She really loved his mouth and watching his face so closely—seeing his lips spread apart to take the bite and then how slow and perfectly he chewed—she was on the verge of spontaneously combusting.
They continued to eat for a while, feeding each other while Sarada remained on the receiving end of his teasing. While it flustered her, she really enjoyed it and found that the feeling she was harboring for him was only continuing to grow stronger.
Once neither of them could take another bite, Sarada leaned over on her date, resting her head on his shoulder with a soft smile on her face. "I had so much fun tonight Boruto. You really are the best."
He stroked her cheek and sighed a satisfied smile. "The night is still young, princess." Boruto kissed her cheek. "We still have dessert in that comfy spot over there." There was a white, plush looking couch that sat quite low. There were glowing lanterns around, and it faced the view of the city. "Tiny cakes and black tea ice cream, your favorites."
Sarada was stuffed, but she was happy that their date wasn't over. It looked so romantic and welcoming that she didn't hesitate to stand up and tug on his hand for him to join her. "I want to cuddle."
He chuckled and walked with her, sitting on the couch first and then let her settle next to him. Boruto wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close. He kissed her face and stroked her thigh. "How's your first date so far, princess? Just like those romance novels you like to read?"
Sarada giggled quietly and rested her cheek on his chest, too happy to put her feelings into words. "Don't be silly, they pale in comparison to this date."
Boruto perked up at that, and pumped his free fist up in the air. "Yes!"
"So silly…" Sarada mused, smiling as she clung to his shirt. "This has been the best day ever. I know you must have gone through a lot for this, Boruto. It's so perfect. You're perfect."
"It was all worth it since it's making you this happy. I love seeing you this happy," Boruto stroked her cheek and leaned in closer for a kiss. Before he captured her lips with his, he whispered, "You're perfect."
All the affections he was giving her had her melting into his kiss and holding onto him for dear life. There was no denying it, she was head over heels for her manager and should have seen it coming all along. He gave her memories that she treasured and would forever, he made her feel things that those novels she loved didn't come close to explaining. It was a lot to take in when she was so new to all this and she really hoped she wasn't setting herself up for disaster.
Sarada wouldn't believe that though. Boruto would never break her heart.
At least not on purpose.
A/N: Thank you for reading and supporting this fic! We are so happy that most of you are enjoying so far. :)
Happy birthday to Sarada, too!
Cheers,
Kairi and Tyy
