End of the date.
Boruto so in love with Sarada hnnnggg
Sibling time and Boruto getting stressed they're telling her about his bad self
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Boruto couldn't believe his luck. Sarada actually said yes to go out with him on a date. And it was her first date. He went through so much and pulled every single contact he had to make sure he could get the best and most romantic sushi restaurant in the city. The reviews for the food were great and the view of the city on the pictures looked amazing. He regretted not being able to take a look himself, but Mitsuki was able to visit and give instructions to make it perfect.
All for Sarada, and only for her.
Seeing her so happy all throughout the night made him feel so warm. He always knew he adored Sarada, even when she was starring on her first show. Her character always cheered him up but being with her—the real her—certainly couldn't compare.
She looked beautiful, and her happiness shone through her entire face. The photo he took of her would forever be on his phone's screen, maybe even have it printed so he could frame it, too. The moment was perfect and he wished he could stay in this state with Sarada forever.
His teasing even got her to feed him. It was a joke, but he wasn't going to pass that opportunity up. It all felt like a dream, and it refused to end. Boruto enjoyed her company, and as sweet as the desserts were in front of them, he would have chosen to have her lips on his lips over and over and over again. They kissed so much that her lips were starting to puff, and the blush on her cheeks made her look even more radiant than ever.
Boruto always said he was happy as long as she was. But seeing Sarada this happy, and know it was because of him, made him feel like he was on cloud 9. The whole place was theirs until midnight, and Boruto didn't want to leave at all. The wine was served and they both took a glass, talking lightly, faces always just a few inches away from each other.
The wine was loosening their tongues, making them kiss a little more, and Boruto being a little more shameless with the spots on her skin he was kissing. Every place that exposed her skin, he wanted to give it a kiss and sometimes, a little nip.
"Was there ever a time you wanted something so bad?" Boruto asked her, feeling a little light headed. "That you felt like you wouldn't survive if you didn't get it?"
There were a hundred things that Boruto wanted and got, and a thousand more that he didn't. But he was looking at the one person in the world that he wanted the most, and at least for now, she was his.
Sarada swallowed hard and nodded once. "Y-yes. Actually I… feel that pretty often."
"Really?" Boruto asked, a little too loud. He leaned on her shoulder and gave her big puppy dog eyes. "And you don't tell me? I would do everything to give it to you."
"Sometimes I don't want to tell you." She whispered. "It's best when you just do it on your own. Don't you think?"
He nodded. "Yeah… but sometimes it's easier to ask Mitsuki for help." Boruto took another sip of wine and sighed. "I did get something I really wanted and I did it by myself. It felt good that I got it… and still have it."
Boruto almost never let himself drink too much. He was still aware of everything and would remember all of it. On this level, he was just a little more honest, and a lot touchier than his sober self. He took Sarada's hand in his, putting his glass down on the table and rubbing his thumbs on her palms.
"You don't know how much it means to me to be your manager," Boruto muttered. "And how happy I was when you called me to tell me you wanted me."
He was only twenty-three and still inexperienced. The talents he was handling were all for small time indie films. One of the movies his talent participated in won an award, and even if it wasn't particularly for his talent, Boruto was still over the moon. It was such a long shot for Sarada to take his application, or even consider him to manage her, knowing full well how much star power she had. Sarada would have had more connections, known more people, and Boruto was still a nobody in the mainstream filming industry.
Sarada was happy that he was happy, but his sweet words felt bitter in her head when she relayed them. "Is that what you are right now?"
"I remind myself I am… I mean, I know I am, but—sometimes I wish I was more." Boruto looked at her face, wondering if he really should tell her. "We're friends, right? And you won't… judge me if I told you something you don't usually hear?"
"Best friends." Sarada beamed, leaning closer. "No judging here."
I love you.
It's such an easy sentence to say. Three words, three syllables. Even babies could say it. But for the life of him, he couldn't figure out why it was so hard to say to her out loud. Boruto always said it in his head. Every time he woke her up and kissed her nose. Or whenever he would drop her off for filming and pick her up. Even when she was drifting asleep in his arms.
It was easy. And Sarada just confirmed she wouldn't judge him for saying it. But would she really?
He was afraid what they had would be ruined if he told her he loved her and Sarada just didn't feel the same way. It would crush Boruto and Sarada would add up to the thousands of things he could never get.
But Sarada stood out about everything else. And not being able to have her would be too much for him to handle.
Boruto was quiet for a long time, no longer looking at her and chewing at his bottom lip, thinking of how he was supposed to say it. The date was perfect for him to tell her. Everyone who suggested this place described it as "the place to pop the question."
And it was true. Everything was so romantic and even Sarada said so herself, this date was so much better than any novel could ever describe.
But why was it so hard to say it?
"Boruto?" Sarada prompted him when he never said anything else, giving him a curious and expectant look.
"When you were asleep—" Boruto was choking on his own words. He had said it to her before. Why was it so hard to say it now?
Perhaps because she's awake and sober and she could reply 'thank you' instead of saying 'I love you too' back the devil on his shoulder was really stressing him out.
"I mean, when we were at the lodge, like—" Boruto couldn't finish his sentences. It was getting embarrassing and his face was so hot. "That sleepover… when I carried you and…"
Spit it out!
"Hey," Sarada cooed softly, dainty hand moving to his cheek to caress it affectionately. "I remember that night. What is it that you're trying to say?"
"R-really?" Boruto was shaking. "Wh-what do you remember?" Maybe she already knew. Maybe she was awake and heard him and Sarada just wanted to drag it out to tease him. No, she wouldn't do that… would she?
"Well, everything before I fell asleep. And then… I had this dream that night… one I just can't seem to forget."
"D-dream? Do tell!" Boruto was glad to change the course of the conversation. Apparently he was too much of a coward to tell her straight up.
Sarada shook her head and hid her face in his neck. "This dream… I can't really… explain."
"Why not?" Boruto rubbed her arm. "I'm sure you have the vocabulary to explain it." Sarada didn't usually have dreams. But whenever she did, they were always out of this world.
"Wha—of course I do!" Sarada scoffed. "It's not that. It's just… it's a special dream. One I want to become reality, so I can't spoil it."
He pouted at her and wanted to pry, but it wouldn't be fair because he wasn't being completely honest as well. There were a million ways Boruto told her he loved her, in all the small and big gestures he would do for her. Nearly everything he did was for her, and it ached for him to think that she might not feel the same way.
Boruto wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tightly. "Okay…" he sighed.
"Whatever it is, I hope you get it. And if you don't want to tell me, that's fine. But…"
I love you.
"I'm yours—all yours."
Please be mine, too.
"Whatever your dream is…"
Stay with me.
"I hope I have a place to be part of it."
It's all I want.
Boruto was upset with himself that he couldn't say three little words to her. He simply didn't have the courage. Not yet, at least.
But he hoped for now that Sarada would understand and maybe… read the words he couldn't say in between.
She smiled and embraced him strongly, never wanting to let go. "You're everything I need, Boruto."
After sobering up a little more, Boruto drove the two of them back to his house. He held onto her hand the entire time, resting it on his lap or bringing it up to his lips to kiss from time to time.
It was always easy to be with Sarada like this. She was still glowing from the date, and insisted that the bouquet he got her would stay on her lap the entire time.
Boruto adored seeing her so happy and he wished he could do this for her more often.
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Fridays were usually chill at the studio, usually retakes of the scenes that they did earlier in the week. Boruto sat down on one of the couches by the food table and did some work, checking on Sarada's schedule and other promotions she needed to do, or posts he needed to check before publishing.
A shadow cast over him and he leaned back just as Ochako was leaning closer to his face. "Can I help you?" Boruto was leaning so far back on the couch, he felt so cornered.
"Bo-ru-to," Ochako drawled out his name. "You're close to Sarada, aren't you?" She took a seat on the couch, turning her body towards him, a wide grin on her angelic face.
"Y-yes." Boruto wasn't sure why he stuttered but there was something about this girl that… scared him.
"Do you like her?"
"Of course." Shit. That came out far too quick and sure. "I mean—she's my talent. Of course I do."
The actress hummed and nodded her head. "Let me rephrase that, are you in love with Sarada?"
Heat rapidly filled Boruto's face, turning bright red. "Wh-what? Why—why would you ask me that?"
"The way you're stuttering tells me it's a yes." Ochako grinned. "Aren't you two an item?"
"N-no! It's not like that!" Boruto was frantic, waving his arms around. "I give Sarada everything she needs."
"Ah, you mean like a husband?" She blinked innocently.
Boruto felt his soul leaving his body. "Hus—What?!"
"Since those stories, I get a lot of messages from her fans." Ochako fidgeted with her fingers. "They ask me if you're together and what you're like in person with Sarada. Her fans sound really invested in you."
"Some of them follow me," Boruto explained, trying to calm himself. "And you know, I love to post photos of Sarada."
"Like how a boyfriend would!" Ochako giggled.
"No!" Boruto's soul really left his body, and this girl was on to him.
"You don't need to hide it from me," she waved her hand and laughed. "You obviously care about her, right? Why don't you tell her already?"
"I care about Sarada more than anything," Boruto replied. "But there's nothing to tell."
"You're just as bad as she is!" The actress sighed and got up from the couch. "Maybe you should talk to Katsuki, ask him how he got brave enough to tell me."
Boruto knew what she was talking about, but played it dumb. "I don't know what you mean."
The actress rolled her eyes. "Honestly, Boruto. Just do it already or else you'll regret it." The actress turned and walked away.
He felt like a ton of bricks were floating above him just now and they all crashed around and on him in an instant.
She was the second person to tell him that… was it a sign?
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The more the hours passed, the more he dreaded it. Sarada was breezing through her takes, getting all of them right in one go. He sort of wished she would mess up so they could spend more time in the studio… and less with his siblings.
Himawari had been texting him non-stop, talking about all the games she was going to bring and asking him to buy her favorite chips and chocolate. Stopping by the store before going home was a good idea. More time to delay.
"That's it for the day!" Tsunade announced. "Good work, everyone."
The cast and crew bowed and thanked her, before everyone went on chattering and cleaning up the set. Boruto groaned, really wishing they didn't have to proceed with this sleepover. He slouched into the couch a little more, glaring at his phone and sending hate texts to his brother and telling him not to be a bastard later.
"Boruto," Sarada came dancing over to him with a big smile and a singsong tone. "Ready to go? I'm so excited. Kawaki was just texting me!"
"The fuck he wants?" Boruto ground his teeth. No wonder the bastard wasn't replying to him.
"Oh, just letting me know he'll be at your place in like an hour. So let's get going! We need to go by the store."
Why didn't his brother text him? It was his house! Boruto grumbled under his breath and led the way to his car, still feeling annoyed. Seeing his sister was always a delight and he could handle Himawari with Sarada around. But Kawaki? Boruto made a mental note to hide all the breakable decor he had around the house.
The traffic was unusually light and the store was empty, making their pitstop far too fast for his liking. Boruto pushed the cart as Sarada loaded it with chips and food that he knew they weren't going to eat. "They're only staying one night. Not forever." They better not stay forever.
"Better safe than sorry!" Sarada stuck her tongue out at him and continued placing items in the cart.
Sarada was so excited for this that it should have been illegal. There were a million embarrassing stories that his siblings could tell her—or worse—show her photos. He nearly went to jail for fuck's sake! Boruto was sure Sarada would never see him the same way after this night and it terrified him to think he might lose her.
Boruto drove slowly to his house, so much that family cars were overtaking his shiny red sports car. But he didn't care. Anything to delay this event.
It irked him to see his giant of a bastard brother sitting on his porch with an overnight bag already. "He's actually early?" Boruto growled. "The fuck is he? A new man?"
"He misses you." Sarada said, gushing at the sight of Kawaki waiting there. "I'm so excited to see you three together."
"That makes one of us," Boruto muttered. Being with them was fine. But with Sarada around? No way.
He parked his car and opened up his door, scowling at Kawaki. "Bastard! Why are you here?"
"I was asked by Sarada. Remember?" Kawaki smirked tauntingly at Boruto and then smiled a smile so soft at Sarada that Boruto couldn't believe it was on his face. "Thanks for the invitation."
"No, thanks for coming!" Sarada giggled, swaying where she stood because she couldn't keep still.
"The hell is that on your face?!" Boruto gawked. "Is art school the new rehab or something?" Boruto couldn't believe it. Kawaki was smiling. At his girl. Unofficially, but that was beside the point. Boruto took the groceries from the trunk and handed them roughly to his brother, a solid pout on his face. "Don't try anything funny, bastard. I'm warning you." He had the audacity to threaten his brother… despite being a head shorter.
"Damn, what are you so worried about, asshole?" Kawaki snorted a laugh, shaking his head at Boruto's ridiculous antics.
Boruto could only growl and shove him out of the way to open the front door, holding Sarada's hand and pulling her inside with him. He wasn't going to let Sarada out of his sight, but he couldn't stop her from hearing the things his siblings would be saying.
"Let me help Kawaki, his hands are full." Sarada suggested, looking at the taller man while pulling her hand as if to make Boruto to let her go.
"He's huge, he can handle it." Boruto held on to her hand, and told her to go freshen up first. "I have your clothes on my bed."
"Fine. I am ready to get comfy." Sarada agreed, seeing that Kawaki wasn't struggling at least. "I won't be long." She told Boruto and then went on her way.
The instant the bedroom door was heard closing, Kawaki looked at Boruto with a sly and knowing expression on his face. "Sarada looks well. I can see you agree." He laughed. "Glad I brought my camera."
"You're not allowed to post any!" Boruto seethed.
"Oh, no worries. That's not my intention at all." Kawaki admitted shamelessly, a wicked gleam in his grey eyes.
"You fucking bastard." Boruto glared at him. This was one reason why he hated having Kawaki around Sarada. He knew how to rile him up too well.
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Himawari arrived just moments after Boruto and Kawaki finished putting the groceries away and just as she had forced her two brothers into a group hug, Sarada returned. The pajamas Boruto had left out for her consisted of white pajama pants that were thick and fluffy and her top was a baby blue T-shirt with little white clouds all over it. Her hair was left down, the left side tucked behind her ear.
"Himawari!" She squealed and the youngest Uzumaki sibling released her brothers to run at the actress full force.
The pair laughed as they embraced each other, rocking from side to side and even bouncing up and down.
"Sarada-chan! I have been following you and Hōki and aahh, he is so cute!"
Sarada leaned back, still giggling. "He's okay, I guess." She shrugged.
"Wow." Himawari clicked her tongue. "If you want to fake a relationship, you should really try a bit harder. No effort. This reminds me of you—" she pointed at Boruto and rolled her eyes. "—making girls think they're special to you when they're not."
Boruto took a few steps back, as if he physically got hit with her words. "H-Hima! I'm not like that!" Anymore. Everyone was always saying how handsome and charming Boruto was, and it wasn't his fault if girls ended up liking him. It was just… natural.
There was no missing the way Sarada paled and went rigid at Himawari's words, she looked as if she'd seen a ghost for five entire seconds before she shook it off and forced a smile on her face.
"You guys get comfortable, I'll go and order our pizza," she said, giving none of them a chance to argue before she ran out of the kitchen.
"Savage." Kawaki whistled quietly and Himawari's face fell.
"I—I wasn't talking about Sarada-chan… of course she's special." Himawari pouted, turning to Boruto regretfully. "It's your fault for being such a… player."
"I am not a player!" Boruto burst out. "I've been single for two years, and I haven't been on a date since—" yesterday. But he wasn't going to let his siblings know that. If Himawari knew the details and how romantic it was, she would never ever shut up about it.
Kawaki leaned over the counter, resting his folded arms on it. He was laughing at Boruto for all he was worth. "I'm starting to think Boruto doesn't even want a girl. He's been single too long. People talk, you know?"
"Stop it, Kawaki. It's obviously because Boruto wants Sarada, but things are complicated considering his position as her manager and not to mention that she's publicly claimed by Hōki. It's like a beautiful and heartbreaking love story. The love that could never be! Oh, it's so emotional."
Kawaki's hand suddenly plopped down on Boruto's shoulder, making his whole body rock from the force of it, though it didn't hurt. "Gotta learn to say fuck what everybody else thinks and go for what you want, otherwise somebody else might get ahead of you, dumbass."
Boruto glared at his brother, and then at his sister. "You two have to shut up!" He looked over to the living room, where Sarada was on the phone but he couldn't see her face. "Stop saying things to make me look bad in front of Sarada." She was already upset enough about his ex, what more if Kawaki and Himawari went into further details about… the others.
"Is it our fault if the truth makes you look bad?" Kawaki asked, cocking his pierced brow. "I don't think so."
"It's all in the past," Boruto scowled. "Stop bringing it up. It's irrelevant." Even if he knew it was… Boruto was still worried about what Sarada would think. He cared about her, and how she viewed him the most.
"You can't run from your past, Boruto." Himawari frowned.
Kawaki hummed in agreement. "That's right. It'll just come back to bite you in the ass if you do."
"I'm not running," Boruto muttered. "I did what I did, okay? But that isn't me anymore, so there's no point in bringing it up, okay? Forget it." His siblings may have known what he was like, but sometimes Boruto felt like they just didn't know who he was right now. They both may know how he really felt for Sarada, but they came nowhere near to understanding the depth of it.
"Yeah, whatever." Kawaki muttered and Himawari sighed.
When Sarada returned, she was smiling and looking as happy as she had been all day. The pizza didn't take long to arrive and the girls chose a movie before settling on the couch together. Boruto had been carrying everyone a beer in from the kitchen, missing his opportunity because Sarada was seated in between his siblings. He was left with nothing more than a choice between two chairs.
"Move over," Boruto told Kawaki.
Kawaki glared at him, though he didn't even flinch. "Excuse me?"
"You're excused, now move."
"You think you're so fucking funny. Go on then, make me." Kawaki said in challenge.
Boruto put the beer bottles down and cracked his knuckles. "You think you're so tough because you're taller than me?" Ah, just like old times. Boruto and Kawaki always used to fight inside the house… and did their best for Hinata not to find out. But she always did. "Mom isn't here to stop the fight this time, ya know?" A dark aura started to emanate from Boruto, determined to give his brother a lesson to know his place—and it definitely wasn't next to Sarada.
Sarada's hand pressed back against Kawaki's chest when he made a move to get up, keeping him seated. "Don't fight, you two. The pizza will get cold and we're ready to watch the movie."
Boruto was still standing in front of the TV, looming over Kawaki.
"Here, asshole," Kawaki sighed shifting himself and Sarada closer to Himawari to leave room for Boruto next to him.
He sat down roughly and crossed his arms across his chest, still feeling sour even if he got what he wanted. Being the middle child sucked sometimes. Boruto had no appetite for pizza or his beer, so he just glared ahead, not even paying attention to the movie.
"Half an hour and this movie is already driving me insane." Himawari groaned. "I hate it when two people who are so obviously in love with each other just keep making dumb decisions to keep themselves apart. Oh but this boyfriend of hers is a total prince. I still can't help rooting for the other guy though."
"They'll make it through everything together in the end. I know they will." Sarada said softly, completely engrossed in the film.
"The setting is in university," Boruto grumbled. "Of course they're going to do dumb shit and make bad decisions." He couldn't help but defend the main character, as he could relate with him. Being young and in love and stupid certainly did have its disadvantages.
"Yeah, Boruto is right…"
"No, not everyone is into making those kinds of mistakes. Just Boruto, so of course he agrees."
Sarada looked at Kawaki, brows knitting together in confusion. "What do you mean?"
Boruto elbowed his brother, blue eyes on fire. "Shut up, Kawaki."
"Back in university, Boruto was nothing but a bad decision." Kawaki explained, ignoring his brother. "He did so much dumb shit, you wouldn't even believe it."
The actress was amazed, mouth hanging open as she took in his words. "What dumb things?" She asked with hesitant curiosity.
"The usual dumb shit!" Boruto blurted out and laughed nervously. "Cutting classes and letting people cheat. The usual crap."
"Yeah, and stealing street signs, getting drunk off his ass all the time and even showing up to class like that. He almost got arrested three different times."
Boruto stiffened, he didn't intend to let Sarada know he almost went to jail three times. Once was enough. And on all those occasions, Mitsuki was always there to get them out of it. "But I still graduated in the top three!" Boruto shouted, shoulders shaking. He may have made a lot of mistakes and caused a lot of trouble but he made his tuition fee worth it. "Unlike someone else here," he glared at Kawaki.
Kawaki smirked. "As if being top of my class was any priority of mine. It didn't help your reputation any, playboy. Even I'm thought of as more chill than you. Slut."
"Slut?" Sarada gasped, leaning back against Himawari in her shocked state.
Boruto wanted nothing more but to tackle this bastard to the ground. Sarada never heard anyone call Boruto that, and to be honest, he was sure no one said the word around her, either. "You fucking bastard!" Boruto grabbed his shirt, completely ignoring the movie.
"The fuck are you gonna do?" Kawaki asked, blinking boredly at him.
"S-stop it." Sarada stammered, still taken aback but desperate to diffuse this situation.
"Yeah, stop, Boruto. Let me go." Kawaki teased.
"Fuck you." Boruto shoved him and stood up to go outside. He hated his siblings so much right now. It's not like he didn't care about Kawaki. He was still his brother, after all but he was such a bastard sometimes—all the time. It was best he cool off, breathing in the night air would be good. Boruto didn't want Sarada to see him get angry or brawl with Kawaki either. Knowing him, Kawaki would be more than happy to oblige.
He sat on the porch and took a deep breath, messing up his hair and setting his forehead on his hands. This wasn't how Sarada imagined this night to be, he knew that. But this was exactly how Boruto expected it to be, and although he knew this was going to happen he was still pissed it was happening and letting his temper get to him.
"Boruto?" Sarada called as the door slid open and then she stepped out onto the porch. She closed the door and quickly padded over to him, sitting down close to him and wrapped her arm around his. "Are you okay?"
No. "I'll manage. I'm sorry. He just really pisses me off."
"You two are always like this?" She asked, both surprised and impressed that they hadn't killed each other yet. "You should just ignore him. He's teasing you because he wants to get a reaction out of you. And you give him what he wants every time."
"We never really got along," Boruto muttered and sighed, leaning on her. "Sorry, he just really knows how to get under my skin. I know this isn't how you wanted this night to play out."
"It's fine. I'm happy we're all together. It's been… interesting hearing about these other sides of you."
He held her hand and gave it a light squeeze. "The person I was isn't me anymore, okay?" Boruto desperately needed her to know that. "I don't do those things anymore. I was young and stupid."
"Boruto," Sarada smiled at him and squeezed his hand in return. "I want to know everything about you… it only makes me like you more."
"Really?" He pouted. Boruto highly doubted that but Sarada wouldn't lie to him.
"Well… I don't really like hearing about all the girls, but that's just my opinion. And everything else is great, so it's fine." She laughed nervously and rested her cheek on his arm.
"Ah, shit. I need to tell Himawari to shut up," he muttered, too low for her to hear. His little sister somehow always knew about his flirtationships. "They're not important," Boruto sighed. "You don't need to waste your time listening to them."
"But I love it… because I wanted to hear everything about you… like… how did you almost get arrested—three times?"
Boruto laughed nervously, "You should ask Mitsuki to tell you about that, ya know? He always got us out of it. I was drunk and scared half the time. And like… I honestly don't even remember why he had a screwdriver with him when we stole that street sign."
"Wow, I bet you two really were trouble." She giggled. "But I bet you had a lot of fun… minus the girls."
Boruto groaned and wrapped his arms around Sarada, burying his face in her neck. "I was such a shit kid, okay? And Mitsuki is waaay too supportive of me." That guy was trouble on his own, but Mitsuki was always game for whatever Boruto wanted to do, and that was such a bad combination. "Don't even mention the girls." They all probably hated him, anyway.
"I don't want to mention them!" She huffed. "They weren't special anyway…"
He nodded. "Nowhere near as special as you."
"Yeah?" Sarada sighed. "You know… even after what Himawari said, I still believe you. I can't let myself think that you're not sincere with me."
Boruto peeled himself away from her, eyes wide. "Don't listen to her. You're important to me and I would never lie to you, ya know?" He made a mental note to ignore Himawari for at least a week for making Sarada feel like he wasn't sincere with her. That was a low blow and unforgivable.
"No, Boruto. I know… Especially after last night, I just… you do so much for me… you wouldn't go that far for just anyone and I know that."
"I would only do that for you, Sarada." And that was the truth. Boruto would spoil Himawari and his mother, but the amount of effort he gave Sarada was nowhere near what he gave them. "Just you."
Sarada nodded, smiling shyly. "And it means a lot to me… so don't worry so much about what anyone says. To me, you're still perfect."
His gaze softened. Boruto couldn't care less about what other people thought about him, but Sarada's opinion on him weighed the most. Boruto cupped her cheek and kissed her lips lightly, feeling so much better than he did all night. When they parted, he sighed. "Do we have to go back inside? The car is right there…"
"We have to go back in, Boruto. Neither of us has even eaten yet."
"If we get in the car now, we can make it to Thunder Burger in ten minutes…" Boruto chewed on his lower lip, already doing the math how fast he would need to drive to get there in a shorter amount of time.
"You really make me want to say yes when you're being so cute." Sarada cooed. "But no, we aren't wasting all that food in there and we are having this sleepover. Got it?"
"We can come back when they're asleep…" Boruto murmured, still not wanting to go back inside. "That's still a sleepover, right?"
"So annoying." Sarada laughed at him and pulled on his arm as she got to her feet. "If you cheer up, I'll sit in one of those chairs with you… there's no room for anyone else in those."
"Really?" Boruto did like the idea of being that close to her. That seat was technically for one, and she would have to be on his lap to fit comfortably. "Okay, that's fine with me." And there was more than five feet of space between him and his siblings. That wasn't enough, but it would suffice. Boruto held her hand and followed her back inside the house.
Sarada led him straight to the chair she set her eyes on and gave him a little shove for him to sit. When he did, she grabbed a blanket that was folded on the couch and returned to make herself comfortable on his lap. She didn't say anything, only grabbed one of the pizza boxes and rested it in her lap so she could access it easily.
Kawaki was looking smug as ever, as if he'd been waiting for something like this to happen and Himawari was trying to hold back her excited giggling.
Boruto was feeling so much better. Having Sarada on his lap like this made it easier for him to pretend like there were other people in the room. They missed a lot of the movie, as the prince looking guy was no longer around and it looked like the leading guy and girl were finally dating for real.
"They're so cute together." Sarada commented with a wistful sigh and Himawari seconded it.
"Definitely."
Boruto had a slice of pizza, nodding his head. He felt happy for the main couple, finally confessing and making up for their mistakes, even if they made a lot of painful ones. "Yeah, maybe they'll get better when they graduate."
"Either way, they are going to have each other. I really love it. Painful and frustrating, but so fulfilling." Sarada has finished eating and was now lying against Boruto tiredly, but she wasn't missing any more of the movie.
Boruto put the pizza box away and wrapped his arms around Sarada, stroking her hair as they finished the rest of the film. Himawari had chosen a few more, the DVDs already waiting.
When the movie ended, Boruto asked if they were up to watch another one. "Katsuki has that movie with Deku. Have you guys seen it?"
"Oh! I started it, but I fell asleep…" Sarada chirped and Kawaki hummed.
"I haven't watched it yet," He said and Himawari laughed.
"I have. It was hot." She snickered, making both her brothers gag. "Well, it was!"
Sarada laughed and started fiddling with Boruto's shirt. "We should watch it."
"Alright, whatever you want." Boruto reached for the remote and flipped onto Ninflix, looking for the movie and pressing play. "It was… an experience watching with both Deku and Katsuki in the room." There was so much yelling.
Sarada nodded. "Katsuki is so loud. Like… an explosion."
"He fits his role so well," Boruto laughed. "Seeing him play your sassy graphic designer is really something else."
Himawari was amazed that they were able to watch a movie with the whole cast, wanting to know more but also torn between the movie. Boruto promised he would bring her on set when the whole cast was present.
"Oh wow! I don't think I could survive it." Himawari gushed, holding her heated cheeks.
"They're just normal guys," Sarada assured her to which Himawari scoffed.
"Not even close."
Boruto laughed. "Normal… I wouldn't use that to describe them. They're all really something else, ya know? So far from their on-screen selves." Well… "Except Katsuki." He was on the screen now, shooting a gun and screaming bloody murder. "He isn't even acting there."
Sarada burst out laughing until tears were pricking at her eyes. "Oh my gosh… it's so true."
"I bet he's short in person," Kawaki spoke up.
"He's pretty tall," Boruto mused, comparing his height with his own, Deku and Todoroki. "Todoroki is taller, though."
"Now he seems like he's got some damn sense." Kawaki pointed out.
"Katsuki is a little untamed, but he's actually a real softy. That's what Ochako told me." Sarada shifted on Boruto's lap to look at his siblings, happy to discuss the other cast members.
"Ooh! Is she really as cute as she is on Ninstagram?" Himawari moved over on the couch to come closer. "She's adorable and I love seeing her photos with him!"
Sarada nodded quickly, black eyes sparkling. "Even cuter! They are such a great couple. I love them."
Boruto laughed, recalling how wrapped Katsuki is around Ochako's cute little finger. He was always scowling but noticeably softened if she was next to him. "He's so in love with her," Boruto added.
"I know, right? It was obvious to me from the beginning." Sarada mused. "I'm glad they're playing a couple in the film as well."
Boruto sighed and rubbed her arm. "Yeah, the first film for them to play as a couple, too."
"I hope they'll get more. Leading roles together in an action-packed romance. Oh wow, it would be huge!" Sarada had hearts in her eyes now.
"That sounds like something I would love to watch." He nodded his hand under the blanket hiking up higher on her thigh absentmindedly.
Sarada stiffened once his hand glided so far, fingertips teasing between her thighs. "You should watch this one!" She yelled but in a hushed tone, her own hand wanting to stop his, but to be subtle she just pressed her thighs together.
Boruto stopped and looked at her with a questioning look. "This is my second time watching it. You were the one who fell asleep, not me." His hands skimmed over the waistband of her pajamas and sneaking under her shirt. Boruto stroked her stomach lightly as he turned his attention back to the TV.
"You make me sleepy." She mumbled, eyes already threatening to close.
He smiled at her, hand sliding a little higher under her shirt. "You can sleep if you like. You had a long day of shooting earlier."
"Mmhmm." Sarada was already limp and sighing softly at his touch.
Boruto leaned on her head and looked at his siblings. Neither of them was watching the movie, far more interested in giving him smug smiles from the couch. "What?" he mouthed.
"Get a damn room, asshole," Kawaki muttered, not bothering to hide his amusement.
"This is my house, bastard." Boruto rolled his eyes, keeping his voice low. Sarada's eyes were already closed.
"Suit yourself." Kawaki shrugged and reached into his bag by the couch, pulling out his camera. "Just like that, now." He hummed as he lined up for a shot of Boruto and Sarada.
His face heated up and couldn't believe Kawaki actually took their photo when he heard the shutter click. "Bastard!" He yelled in a whisper. "Delete that!"
"Nope." Kawaki took another—and then another.
Boruto wanted to tackle his brother all over again, but Sarada was on his lap, and already asleep. When he looked to Himawari for help, she was munching on chips, watching them—enjoying this. "Send me that, will ya?" She asked Kawaki.
"Stop it!" Boruto gritted his teeth, slightly panicking. Kawaki wouldn't post or send it to anyone, but if anyone got a hold of those photos, they were done for. "Shit, I'm not even playing around."
"Relax, Boruto. I'd never let this have any negative effect on you." Kawaki said, showing Boruto a look that said he was completely serious.
"It's not even about me, it's about Sarada." Sure, Boruto liked to take photos of Sarada, but even he was careful with being photographed next to her, especially now that she was supposed to be dating Hoki.
"If it's about Sarada, it's about you too. This photo will never reach anyone outside of this room, you know I don't play about that shit."
That calmed him down, knowing his brother really wouldn't do anything of the sort. "Fine." He leaned back on the chair and calmed down. "Thank you."
There was still a possibility that someone had taken a photo of him and Saada on the day of her audition, and until now, Mitsuki could not find it anywhere online. It could have been all in his head, but Boruto was paranoid like that. The three of them finished the movie, while Sarada slept through it again. Perhaps Deku and Katsuki just couldn't capture attention that well.
Boruto turned the TV off when the movie finished, it was already past one in the morning and even Himawari looked like she was nodding off. "Time to sleep? I got the guest rooms ready for you two."
"Thanks, Bro." Kawaki and Himawari said at the same time and then laughed as they got up and ventured off to their rooms.
Boruto slid his arm under Sarada's knees and one to hold her back. He got up in one movement and walked over to his bedroom. She didn't even stir in his arms and it made him think that was probably because she was already so used to this. He settled Sarada into bed and tucked her in, only then did she shift and mumble out his name. Boruto slid into bed and smiled. "I'm here." Her eyes didn't open, but she scooted over to him, seemingly knowing exactly where he was. Boruto wound his arms around her, their bodies fitting perfectly against each other.
"Good night, princess."
