A/N: Have you guessed who the new player in the field will be? Hold on to your guess because it's about to go down.
We don't own Naruto/Boruto.
Today had been a lovely day, it was warm and sunny and fun being with the guys in the gym—even if Sarada wasn't so sure about all the workouts she was being subjected to. It made her realize that she really needed to get into shape or else this project was going to eat her alive.
Tiring as it was, she loved every second of it. The guys were all so nice and wholesome, but Shoyo was her favorite. He was cute and liked to hug her and ask her how she was doing. Sarada had exchanged numbers with all of the guys already, but she and Shoyo texted regularly now.
The practice had been seeming increasingly difficult with each passing day, but the entire group was invited out for dinner after their first week of hard work, which they all welcomed excitedly. On the ride to the restaurant, Sarada held tight to Boruto's hand and talked about how glad she was that they were spending time with the cast for the new film.
She was always secretly excited about going out with Boruto too because it wasn't something they got to do often.
"I'm really happy we get to do this. Was it your idea? Do you think… they'll think I'm fat if I get cake and ice cream for dessert?" She was rambling a bit, but that happened sometimes when she was too happy.
"Of course not, princess," Boruto whispered. "You can have whatever you want and if someone says something, they can fight me outside."
"You would fight for me?" She asked in awe, cheeks tinting pink and dark eyes going wide.
"Of course," Boruto squeezed his hand. "Besides, they can all complain to their manager if they have a dietary restriction but you don't. You can eat whatever you want, okay?"
Sarada smiled, pleased with his words. "Well as long as you love me, I don't care what anyone else thinks anyway." She giggled, staring at him instead of the scenery. She much preferred to look at him anyway. "But maybe I'll only have ice cream…"
"Ice cream to your heart's content," Boruto smiled at her and quickly gave her forehead a kiss. "I love you."
"I love you!" Sarada beamed, leaning over to pepper his cheek in kisses. It was almost like they were going on a date. She really loved dates.
Boruto chuckled and cupped her face to give her a chaste kiss on her lips. "As much as I want to ditch, they're all waiting for us inside. I think their manager is there, too."
"Their manager?" Sarada asked, trying to think if she had met him yet. "Who is he? I don't remember him…"
"I've only met her a few times. She's quiet and fairly pretty. I think nearly all of them signed a contract with her for this particular movie, ya know?" Boruto killed the engine, distracted by making sure he had everything he needed before getting out of the car to open her door for her. Boruto opened the door and held out his hand for Sarada to take.
Sarada didn't take his hand and she didn't move either, too caught up on him being a her and Boruto calling her pretty.
"Princess?" Boruto withdrew his hand and leaned in a little closer to her face to look into her eyes. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine!" Sarada huffed, pushing by him to get out of the car. She wanted to see this woman for herself so she could determine just how 'pretty' she was.
Boruto took a step back and placed his hands in his pockets, walking next to her as they entered the restaurant. He didn't say another word.
When they entered, they were shown to a private room when Boruto mentioned the reservation for Kiyoko Shimizu. They had to climb a flight of stairs and a large door was opened for them, only to be greeted by Tanaka and Nishinoya's screaming.
"Shimizu is so hot when she ignores me!" Tanaka had comical tears running down his cheeks.
Nishinoya nodded, hearts in his eyes. "And she's the best manager I've ever had."
Normally, everything the guys said or did was adorable to Sarada, but right now she was feeling disgusted. Nobody was that great. She would have interjected about Boruto being the best manager ever, but she wouldn't because she was upset with him.
Sawamura smacked the two and told them to settle down. Boruto only nodded to acknowledge him. Hinata came running towards Sarada, throwing himself into her arms for a hug, and pulling her to sit next to him and Kageyama.
Boruto only smiled at her and let her go, while he took a seat next to Asahi. The manager in question finally appeared, greeting Boruto and taking a seat across him. Boruto exchanged a few words with her, and Sawamura took a seat next to Kiyoko, joining in the conversation.
Sarada looked at the woman that everybody was so excited about—including her manager—and tried to gauge what was so wonderful about her. So she was pretty and had silky black hair and beautiful eyes framed by glasses. She wasn't anything special… Yet Boruto was looking at her and talking to her and Sarada was too far away to hear what they were saying, especially over the guys' loud chatter. She could see the two of them smiling though.
Her appetite had vanished completely, but Sarada thought to order herself a salad and water, knowing that she would have to force herself to eat something at least after all the calories she'd burned over practice. She wasn't joining in on the conversations around her or even looking away from the table, too busy sulking over Boruto's interest in that woman until Hinata poked her cheek.
It got her attention, almost startling her and it did make her jolt and turn to look at him. His eyes were wide, a teasing grin on his face. "Sa-ra-da-chaaan, you're quiet."
"No, I'm not." She argued quickly, the words mumbled under her breath. "I'm perfectly fine."
Hinata looked to the other side of the table and then back at her. "Are you upset because Boruto isn't sitting next to you?" It was a perfectly innocent question, but Sarada knew he was trying to lead the conversation elsewhere.
"Why would I be?" She hissed, a scowl twisting her face instantly. "I said I am perfectly fine!"
"Oooh?" Hinata poked her cheek and grinned slyly. "Or are you upset that he's sitting so close to Shimizu-san?"
"Hinata," Kageyama put his drink down and gave him a side-eye.
"What?" He turned around to face the boy and scowled. "Everyone wants to be near Shimizu-san. I mean, look at Tanaka and Nishinoya." The two were sitting next to Asahi, unabashedly staring at their manager. "They're hopeless."
Sarada couldn't prevent herself from frowning deeply, surprised by how affected she was over this situation. She thought Boruto was hers and that he would never look at anyone else like that, or call them pretty… yet here they were. Piece by piece, her little heart was breaking and she didn't like it. Not at all.
The waiter came around to take their orders, and Boruto sent Sarada a text. "Do you want to order anything in particular, or do you want me to order for you?"
There was a waiter who approached Kiyoko, and she adjusted her glasses as she started dictating their orders.
"I want steak!" Hinata raised his hand. "Shimizu-san, please!"
Sawamura smiled. "Kiyoko will order for all of us."
Boruto sent another text. "Steak for you, too? I'll order you ice cream."
"Will you order me a salad, Shoyo?" Sarada asked, refusing to reply to Boruto.
"Huh?" the teenager blinked. "Why me? Doesn't Boruto get what you need for you?" Regardless of his confusion, he looked at the menu and asked. "What do you like?"
"I just want a salad… something small." Sarada muttered, ignoring the Boruto-related question.
"Something small…" Shoyo's brows pulled together and struggled to choose, not knowing what the difference was with the other salads. He closed the menu with a snap and looked over at his manager, and screamed, "SHIMIZU-SAN! SARADA WANTS A SALAD!"
All the eyes around the table shifted to the two. Shimizu didn't seem so shocked to hear Hinata screaming so loudly, but her eyes met Sarada's and she smiled softly. "Alright, I will order a salad." She then flipped through the menu and asked the waiter, exchanging a few words.
Boruto leaned forward on the table and looked at Sarada, then at his phone, then back at her. He lifted his phone to show her. Sarada ignored him, and so he picked up the menu and talked to Shimizu to order a certain salad for Sarada before putting the menu down and texting her. "Why didn't you reply to me, princess? I could have ordered it for you."
Sarada wanted to break down and cry, or at the very least crawl under the table and hide, but she wasn't so weak to let either of those things happen… not while she wasn't alone anyway. She just gritted her teeth and ignored everything, all the talking and any stares directed at her. She ignored Boruto's text again and pulled up a book on her phone to give herself something to do. The dinner she thought would be so wonderful was the worst she'd ever had.
Before the food arrived, Asahi asked the waiter to take a photo. They all looked towards the phone and with some convincing, Shoyo pulled Sarada to look and smile for the camera. Once that was done, he posted it on Ninstagram, tagging everyone present on the table.
Sarada was not happy and she didn't want the photo. Right now, all she wanted was her bed. She couldn't sulk properly with an audience. It wasn't long after the photo though that the food came and everyone started eating happily. Not her though, she really has lost her appetite, not managing more than a few bites of her salad even though it was delicious.
Boruto kept stealing glances at her from where he sat, looking a little worried. He kept texting her:
"Princess, what's wrong?"
"Are you eating?"
"Do you want me to get you something else?"
When she didn't reply he stood from his chair and walked over to her, bending down to look at her face and ask her quietly, "Did something happen? You've barely touched your food."
Sarada felt her lower lip begin to tremble and she couldn't look at him. She was sad and she just wanted to leave, but she couldn't say that. Boruto seemed concerned though, so she thought she could use it to her advantage. Anything to get away.
"I'm… not feeling well." She whispered, staring at her barely touched salad.
"Not feeling well?" Boruto took her hand in his and frowned. His brows furrowed together and a frown set on his face. "You should have told me… what are you feeling? Do you want to go home?"
Shoyo watched the two of them with wide eyes as he chewed his steak.
"Yes." Sarada didn't hesitate. She wanted to go home so badly.
"Don't leaaave," Shoyo whined, But it was barely understandable because his mouth was full.
Boruto ignored him, only taking Sarada's bag with one hand and helping her up from her seat with the other. "Alright, let's go." Boruto only let go of her hand to wrap his arm around her waist. As they walked out, he apologized to everyone and asked Kiyoko to send his share of the bill later on. "Sorry, Sarada isn't feeling well."
Almost all of the cast members looked worried, their voices overlapping with concern and kind wishes for Sarada to feel better soon. Kiyoko stood up and walked them until the door. "I'll take care of the bill. Please get well soon, Sarada."
"Thank you." Sarada nearly choked, breaking free from Boruto to walk away before she lost it. Her throat was burning, a telltale sign of tears to come. If she cried now, she wouldn't be able to blame it on being sick.
Once she was outside, she was speed walking towards Boruto's car, even if she didn't have the keys to get in. Boruto was right behind her though and had it unlocked before she got there. Sarada got in, shutting the door with an unintentional slam and fumbling with her seatbelt to get it on. With her luck, Boruto was going to question her until she lost it. She wouldn't be able to contain the tears for long.
Boruto got inside the car but didn't strap his seatbelt on just yet. He turned to face Sarada, and held either side of her face, making her look at him. "Sarada, what's wrong? Tell me."
She was already done for, but she blinked rapidly to fight the tears that so easily brimmed in her eyes. "N-nothing. I just don't feel good."
"Where does it hurt?" Boruto's blue eyes were filled with worry, and he did a quick scan of her face, her chest, her stomach, all the way down to her feet to check for anything amiss. "Please tell me what's going on. Do you want to go to the hospital?"
There was no way to mend her broken heart, no doctor was that good. "I'll be fine." She sniffled. "Just take me home."
"Princess, please." Boruto dropped his hands from her face to take her hands in his. "I'm worried. Tell me what's hurting you."
Sarada knew he was going to do this, but she didn't have an answer for him, and having him ask again with such concern had her tears flowing freely. "I'm fine!" She sobbed, turning her face towards the window, away from him, and trying to wipe the tears away, but they kept on falling.
Boruto shifted in his seat to come closer to her, hands sliding to her upper arms to make her face him. "Sarada…" she refused to look at him, but he wasn't going to simply let her cry. Gently, he held her face and used his thumbs to wipe away her tears. "What's wrong? Tell me, please. I can't make it better for you if you won't tell me."
"I told you," She cried, sniffling again. "I want to go home."
Boruto's lips parted and he hesitantly let go of her face. Sitting back down on the driver's seat, he pulled out his handkerchief and placed it on her lap before strapping his seatbelt on and starting the car. "Alright," He whispered. "I'll take you home."
The drive going to her condo was quiet, save for Sarada's occasional sniffles. His hands on the steering wheel gripped tight, posture tense the entire time. Although Boruto's eyes were on the road, his mind was racing with possibilities on what caused her to be upset enough to cry like this. Boruto pulled up to the parking lot of her condo and killed the engine. He got out of the car and opened the door for her, extending his hand for her to take.
Sarada didn't want to touch him, but she took his hand anyway until she was standing next to him. Then she let it go and started off to the side. She was a mess. She felt like one and knew she looked like one too, but she didn't care. All she wanted was to get into bed.
"I can take it from here," She whispered to him shakily, clutching her purse to her chest.
Boruto blinked and stood there. After a while, he finally found his voice to speak. "I know you can, but I'm not leaving you alone when you're feeling this way."
It was pointless to argue with him, so Sarada just pulled in a broken breath and started walking. She just wanted to cry in peace so she would have to convince him to leave her be. Once inside, she dropped her purse by the door and walked quickly to her room. Boruto was close on her heels, seemingly not caring to give her any personal space, either. He didn't speak, but the way his blue eyes looked at her and how chewed up his lower lip looked spoke volumes.
"I'm going to bed," she stopped him at her bedroom door, blocking the way so he couldn't get in.
Boruto stopped and nodded. "O-okay. Umm… I can-I can help you get ready for bed."
"No… thank you. I got it." Sarada closed the door before he could say anything else and went straight to her bed. She didn't even change her clothes, just got under the covers, pulling her phone from her pocket and leaving it on the bedside table.
Then finally, she was able to let it all out. It hurt to cry so much, but it felt good at the same time. None of it even made sense and she really hoped that she was just overreacting. Boruto loved her… not anyone else. But if that was true, why was she hurting so badly?
The actress cried herself to sleep, buried under her covers. Her dreams weren't pleasant either and she kept tossing and turning, waking up again and again until she began to feel dehydrated and exhausted. She cried again in the middle of the night because it was cold and she didn't want to be alone… but she was.
Drifting in and out of sleep, Sarada thought she was dreaming when she opened her eyes and the lampshade on the bedside table was on. Boruto was already dressed down and holding on to a glass of cold water, placing it down on the side table, and crawling into bed with her.
"Sarada," he whispered softly, stroking her cheek, still damp from her tears. "Princess, you need to drink water."
Feeling groggy, Sarada forced herself to sit up a bit and take the water. She was so thirsty that she drank half of it right away and then set the glass aside. It was much needed and she felt a little better as she laid back down.
Boruto draped the covers over her body and stroked her hair again and told her softly, "Go back to sleep." He pulled his hand away and turned the lampshade off. "Do you want me to stay?"
She did. She really did, but she didn't want to admit it. Even if the words wouldn't escape her, her hand felt around until she found his and she held onto his finger. She heard him release a shaky sigh and the bed shifted with his weight as he got under the covers. Boruto laid down facing her, but still keeping some space between them. He took her hand in his, thumb drawing comforting circles on the back of her hand.
Having him next to her made her be able to fall asleep and stay that way until morning.
When Sarada woke up, she had to pry her eyes open, as they were full of crust from her tears drying and her whole face felt swollen. She groaned as she rolled onto her back, resisting the urge to rub her eyes. She needed some warm water and coffee, or maybe even more sleep. She rolled into the middle of the bed, realizing she was alone. Maybe Boruto has gone home, after all, it has to be early.
Dragging herself out of bed, Sarada grabbed her phone and made her way into her bathroom, checking the notifications she had on Ninstagram on her way. She hasn't looked at anything the night before—she wasn't in any place to be doing so. But now, she was okay, still depressed, but okay. That is until she scrolled upon a photo of Boruto and the guys' manager from dinner.
It was the group photo, but to Sarada, it seemed as if those two were the center focus and they'd certainly had the comment section going off. People were saying all sorts of things.
'Oh shit, I thought it was Sarada but apparently it isn't. Who's she?' there were three eye emojis after.
'AAAAH the whole cast together is so cute! And omg the managers look cute, too.'
'Boys who? I would be gay for Kiyoko.'
'Eyyyy does anyone see what I see with those two up front?'
'Boruto is such a daddy. Marry me.'
Sarada was mortified, disgusted, and absolutely livid. She couldn't even read anymore. That last one was enough to make her scream and sling her phone across the bathroom. She didn't know whether to cry or punch something, but she settled for turning the water on and dealing with a barrage of angry and hurt tears. How she had any left to cry, she didn't know. Her nose was stuffy and she had a headache too. This was awful. Nobody ever told her that falling in love could hurt so much.
"Sarada?" Boruto's worried call reached her, but he didn't step into the bathroom. "Sarada are you okay?" He asked from the other side of the door.
He was still there, but Sarada couldn't respond to him. She just leaned over the sink and started washing her face, hoping the tears and frustration both would just leave her be.
When she didn't respond right away, Boruto said, "I'm coming in." He stepped into the bathroom, looking at her through the mirror. A look of concern washed over his features and he carefully approached her, a weak smile on his face. "How are you feeling?"
"How am I feeling?" She shrieked, straightening herself, and getting water everywhere in the process. "How does it look like I'm feeling?!"
He jumped at the venom in her tone. Boruto gaped, genuinely not knowing what to say. "I'm-I'm sorry. I just… I don't know what's going on."
"Oh? Really?!" Sarada huffed, getting even angrier that she couldn't breathe through her nose at all. "I shouldn't be surprised… this… this sort of thing happens all the time." She shook her head and finally grabbed a towel to dry her face and hands.
Boruto's brows furrowed, he looked genuinely confused. "I-I'm sorry I'm not following. Umm…" he swallowed and looked at her swollen face. "Do you want me to get you water? I made breakfast and maybe you'll feel better after you eat…"
"I'm not hungry." Sarada glared at him. "Why don't you stop pretending to worry about me and use your concern on precious little pretty Kiyoko?"
"Eh-what? Kiyoko? Sarada what are you talking about?"
"Nothing at all. Play dumb. See if I care. I'm leaving!" She was throwing a full-on fit now and stomping with every step as she moved to walk by him.
Boruto didn't let her, though. He caught ahold of her upper arm and blocked her way. His eyes were flashing with hurt and worry. "Princess. What is going on with you? Tell me." He pressed.
"I hate being lied to!" Sarada seethed, trying to break away from him. "But it hurts more if it's you."
"Lied to?" Boruto's face swam in confusion. "Sarada, I don't lie to you. Ever. You know that."
"You say you love me but then you're calling other girls pretty and taking pictures with them and… and everything!" She was fuming and now that she was trying to explain herself, nothing was making sense. "All those comments… everybody thinks you're going to be with her and I don't know… I don't know if you will or not. We can't even be together! We're just one big fat secret!"
Finally, Boruto seemed to have pieced it all together. "Princess…" his hands stroked her arms and he took a step closer to her. "I love you and only you. Other girls can be pretty but they're not beautiful like you." He took a deep breath and sighed. "I know, it's hard when we're a secret but I love you. Can you trust me on that?"
Sarada wanted to trust him on that, she had always trusted him wholeheartedly with everything, but she was hurting now. "You say that but… is this it? This is all we will ever be? A secret… I don't like that. If some slut tries to make a move on you, I want to tell her you're mine!"
Boruto blinked at her choice of words and had to chide himself to focus on the real matter at hand right now. "R-Right. And I am yours, it's just—it's difficult to make these things official because of your career but…" he sighed and held up his pinky. "It won't always be like this. I promise."
Choking on a breath, Sarada didn't waste a single second in wrapping her pinky around his while she was brought to tears once more. "I won't let you. I'm not going to be a secret forever."
"Someone as special as you really won't be a secret, Sarada." Boruto kissed her hand. "I promise. But… maybe I should talk to your father about it first." He grinned shyly.
"P-papa?" She hiccuped and then nodded quickly. "Papa will know what's best." Just thinking of consulting him already made her feel better.
"I know he will," Boruto nodded and pulled her into a hug, rubbing her back to comfort her. "I'll take care of it for you."
Sarada completely melted against him, body sagging in relief. "I'm sorry." She whimpered, feeling terribly guilty for going off on him so much. She knew she was wrong, but she'd never felt like that before and she couldn't control herself. "I know you don't like her even though all those comments were saying all those things…"
"Comments?" Boruto repeated. "You read the comments on Ninstagram now?" He couldn't help but chuckle as he stroked her hair. "I didn't think that was your kind of reading material, ya know?"
"It's not but when they involve you and some thirsty tramp, I read it!" She huffed, burying her face against his chest.
Boruto laughed nervously. "Y-yeah I know what you mean. You should read the cute things people comment about us, though. You know, Mitsuki compiled a bunch just to fuck with me but you might like it."
Sarada sniffled and looked up at him, not caring that she looked like a total mess. "Will you show me now?"
"Sure, princess. Anything you want." Boruto didn't let go of her, even if it had them inching their way out of the room and into the kitchen where breakfast and coffee had gone cold and his phone laid forgotten on the counter. Boruto sat Sarada down on the couch and handed her a glass of water before sitting next to her and pulling out an email on his phone.
"This one was under a photo of us taken during one of your first shoots in Sincerely Yours. Apparently we have a fan base. With fan accounts and all that. Did you know about that?" Boruto grinned and clicked on the link to the Ninstagram account.
"I know that people ship us, but I didn't know there were accounts about it!" She leaned over on him, eagerly waiting to see.
Boruto opened up the account, and the first thing Sarada saw was the profile picture, it was the paparazzi photo of Boruto kissing her cheek on the street. With the name of the account: BORUSARA. It was even verified as a fan account, with over a hundred thousand followers and a thousand posts.
The bio read: A fan account dedicated to Actress Sarada Uchiha and her Manager, Boruto Uzumaki. BoruSara is our OTP.
"They call us 'BoruSara' cute, right?" He laughed.
Sarada gasped when she saw that Boruto, Mitsuki, and Shoyo follow the account. "Shoyo ships us?" Sarada was taken aback by the whole thing but flattered at the same time.
"Yeah, he does. That little shit sends me texts about you all the time to 'help me' with you, ya know?" He rolled his eyes. "He's on to me, I'm telling you." Boruto clicked on the most recent photo, which was an edited photo of Boruto and Sarada during their first movie in contract together, the infamous 'first kiss on the cheek' to be seen of the two of them. "Hōki's fans sometimes comment hate but most of them are nice."
"It makes me happy… knowing so many people are cheering for us. One day, we will have some really happy fans." Sarada smiled, really smiled for the first time since before dinner the day before. "Just being able to take cute pictures and share them with the fans there. I want to do that…"
Boruto scrolled to the comments, smiling and stifling a laugh as he read them out loud to her.
"You two are so cute. I wish you would tell us you're together already. I promise to act surprised."
Sarada laughed at that, finding it amusing that some fans already assumed they were together.
"Please please get together. You would make beautiful babies and we would love to watch movies of them, too."
Babies. Sarada's cheeks heated at the thought, wondering what their children may look like, but that was way too forward of her. She blamed it on the fan.
"Ah, this photo is back! I thought all of the copies were nearly gone. Totally saving this." Boruto snickered. "I remember Mitsuki trying hard to delete all of it, only for him to release it again a few months back to save me from Hōki's fans."
"It's cute… We should support our fans and feed them too." Sarada hummed suggestively.
Boruto laughed and kissed her temple. "Mitsuki does, actually. He takes some of our photos and gives it to them right before someone else releases it."
"I meant like… now."
"N-now?" Boruto blushed. "Like… what? How?"
Sarada blushed as well but didn't look away from him. "We can take a cute picture and people will talk about it instead of you with some hooker."
"Wow princess, you're using new words."
Boruto blinked and looked through his camera roll, looking for a safe photo to put on Sarada's feed. "Well, it's Thursday and you can do a throwback Thursday kind of thing. Make it cool again," he snickered. "How about this? A photo with your parents and uncles?"
They looked really happy in the picture, both of them smiling brightly. She was leaning into him and his arm was around her. Even though the photo wasn't of them alone, it was nice and she approved. "Yes, let's do it!"
"Alright," Boruto rubbed her arm and switched accounts to Sarada's, editing the photo a bit before posting it on her feed. "Give me a caption."
"Umm… what about, 'throwback of my family'?" Sarada suggested, feeling shy because she wasn't good at captioning photos like he was.
"Hmm, that sounds good." Boruto typed it in and added the throwback Thursday hashtag for kicks. "And family, really?" He smiled at her. "I'm in the photo, too. I stick out like a sore thumb with your mom."
"You're family too! Well not yet, but you're going to be my husband one day. So, get used to it." She said pointedly, feeling excited.
Heat rose all the way up to the tip of his ears. "Y-yeah. Of course. It's just…" Boruto sighed with a contented look on his face. "I still can't believe you're mine sometimes, ya know?"
"Well… believe it." Sarada huffed, grinning as she laid her head on his shoulder. "I love you."
"I love you, too." Boruto kissed the tip of her nose. "And look, this person wants us to get married. You think we should invite them to our wedding?" He teased.
"Definitely." She giggled. "We can invite the world. I'll be happy to let everybody watch us become officially official."
His smile softened and Boruto kissed her lips lightly. "Even if we aren't yet, know that my heart is already officially yours."
Sarada wanted to keep it that way and she wouldn't be giving him up no matter what, so she kissed him again to let him know that she understood and that she would wait for more to come, while happily accepting what she could have now. She loved him after all, so as long as the feeling was mutual and she could keep her jealousy at a minimum—which apparently needed some work—Sarada felt that the two of them could get through everything together.
A/N: A lot have guessed Kagura would be the new player, as I think a lot of you are not so familiar with Haikyu. It's such a nice anime, and please do give it a watch when you have the time! Our new player is Kiyoko and what's this? It's Sarada's turn to be jealous. Who knew she would turn into a different animal as soon as someone tried to take her man. Lol! What do you think Boruto will do next now that he knows his Princess is a jealous little peanut?
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