It was probably the most mean-spirited, most awful idea Sarada had ever had.

But as she stood there alone in the middle of his apartment, staring at the door waiting for Boruto to come back, to apologize, to explain himself, her heart ached more painfully with every moment that he didn't.

Sarada roughly wiped her tears from her eyes. She didn't want to be this sad, pathetic girl who cried over someone so thoughtless.

No, she refused to let herself be some heartbroken little fool.

So, instead, she got mad. Two could play at Boruto's stupid game.

She'd hurt him back and she'd hurt him worse.

"Shikadai! Hey!" Sarada smiled as she approached him.

There really was an art to pretending to run into someone when in reality you had been loitering around the gym looking for them for almost an hour.

Shikadai pulled his headphones out of his ears when he spotted her. "Oh Sarada, what's up?"

She couldn't resist the small smirk that tugged at her lips at the way his eyes flickered down her figure.

So yes, maybe she wore the most revealing workout attire she owned, a pair of tight shorts that showcased her toned legs and a sports bra that left her slender waist on display. It was a cheap trick, but obviously effective in getting a man's attention.

"I didn't know you boxed!" Sarada gasped excitedly and grabbed his hand, running her thumb softly over his taped-up fingers.

"That's so cool," she cooed, glancing up at him and batting her eyelashes.

Shikadai silently observed her a moment before answering.

"Yeah, just for fun though," he replied with a casual shrug. She couldn't really read his expression but he didn't retract his hand either, so she decided to keep pushing.

"I want to have fun with you." Her suggestive tone had him raising an eyebrow at her.

"Boxing, I mean," Sarada added with a coquettish smile. Teal eyes narrowed, accessing her.

"Have you ever boxed before?" Shikadai asked as he finally stole his hand back from her. When he began walking toward a set of hanging punching bags, she followed closely behind.

"I haven't, but you seem like you'd be a really good teacher," Sarada replied. "Would you teach me, please?"

He glanced at her pouty expression. "Sure."

Shikadai didn't seem to react to her flirtations as much as she had hoped, so she figured she'd just have to turn it up a notch.

He explained a few concepts while her hand rested in his and he meticulously wrapped tape around her fingers to protect her knuckles from injury.

"You seem like you're good with your hands," she murmured. His gaze flickered up from her taped up hand to find Sarada biting her lip. "I mean, like in boxing."

"Right… anyway…" Shikadai stepped over to the punching bag and went over the basics of good form before showing her a few punches. She made sure to seem super impressed by every move, and yet she still couldn't tell what he was thinking.

It was obvious he was picking up on her numerous innuendos, but he didn't even try to flirt back.

Then again, he didn't reject her advances either. Maybe she just had a skewed concept of a man's interest from her time spent with a particularly flirtatious blonde.

"Alright, why don't you give it a go?" he said, gesturing toward the punching bag.

Sarada stepped up and readied her stance, positioning her feet like he had demonstrated. Then with a deep breath, threw her first jab.

When her fist connected with the firm leather of the punching bag, it felt oddly… good.

Sarada threw another jab with her opposite hand. Yeah, it felt really good, cathartic even, just to punch something with her full strength. So she hit it again and again and again until she was just wailing on the punching bag with all her might.

With each punch, a wave of angry tension rolled off her body and she vaguely wondered if this was how Boruto felt when he punched that guy in the face.

But then Sarada got mad again thinking about stupid Boruto kissing stupid Sumire at that very same stupid hockey game. And then how she so stupidly told him that she didn't care and that he could fuck whomever he pleased because she was so stupid. And then he went and actually did it because he was so goddamn STUPID!

Her heart was pounding from the exertion and her knuckles started to ache, not used to such abuse. The rhythm of her jabs slowed to a stop, and she huffed a few heavy breaths.

"Maybe it's none of my business, but you seem to be repressing a shit ton of anger," Shikadai observed, an amused smirk on his lips. "Should I guess at who?"

"What?!" Sarada exhaled a fake giggle, even though she was still trying to catch her breath. "I don't know what you mean?"

He shook his head like he didn't believe her but didn't press any further. Instead, he took a few jabs, a hook, and even a kick at an adjacent punching bag. His combos were clearly more advanced than what he had suggested she try.

Sarada wasn't sure if she should keep watching him or if she'd rather beat the shit out of her own punching bag again in hopes of releasing some of her frustration.

She chose the latter.

After some time, she noticed Shikadai's rhythm slow out of the corner of her eye and Sarada did the same. Both of them were breathing hard and glistening with sweat.

"Hey, thank you so much for showing me this stuff," she smiled. Renewed hope sparked in her heart when he seemed to glance down at the steady rise and fall of her chest from each heavy breath. If he was checking her out maybe she still had a chance to make her plan come to fruition.

"Is there anything I could do to repay you?" she breathed as she stepped closer to him, trying to be as obvious in her suggestion as possible.

"No need," he replied and began walking toward a set of nearby lockers to retrieve his belongings.

Sarada trailed behind him, clenching her fists. She did not think it would be this hard to seduce someone.

He slipped his arms into his jacket, as Sarada leaned back against the wall of lockers, still trying to make eyes at him.

"Alright well, this has been fun and all," Shikadai began as he closed his locker and looked at her. "...but I have some stuff to do today, so I ought to get home and shower."

"Would you... like some company?" Sarada asked quietly, her gaze cast down in mock bashfulness.

Her breath hitched when his hand splayed against the wall beside her head and he leaned over her, effectively trapping her with his heated presence. She felt her heart rate quicken, surprised that he was so suddenly showing interest after all her attempts.

With a finger under her chin, Shikadai tilted her head up to meet his gaze. His thumb softly gliding over her bottom lip.

"You're actually serious, huh?" he whispered, staring down at her with smoldering teal eyes. "You want to come home with me?"

Sarada swallowed, trying to maintain eye contact as a genuine blush bloomed across her cheeks. "Um, yeah."

He leaned in even closer, his lips only inches from her own.

Her eyes fluttered closed in anticipation.

"I'll pass." His warmth suddenly disappeared and Sarada's eyes shot open to find Shikadai already walking away.

"I don't know what Boruto did to upset you," he said as he glanced over his shoulder at her. "...but I know you're smart enough to know that coming on to me isn't going to fix anything."

Her gaze fell to the floor in shame, she didn't have a response to that... except maybe that she wasn't smart at all.

Dark eyes glanced at the clock for the millionth time in ten minutes. Boruto was seriously testing her patience this week.

He was late for practice again.

With an annoyed huff, Sarada pulled off her skates and pressed her phone to her ear, listening to it ring and ring only for him to not pick up.

She really did not want to see his stupid face right now and she really really didn't want to go back to his place, but they needed to practice. The Grand Prix was in a matter of days.

Despite her growing vexation, she marched out of the ice complex and over to Boruto's apartment, repeatedly banging on the door in hopes that he would answer.

He didn't.

Part of her was worried something bad might have happened to him, but the other part was irritated, assuming he was too much of a coward to face her. Either way, she fished through her bag to find her key and let herself in.

"Boruto?" she called as she pushed the door open.

"Why did I give you a key?" Boruto grumbled from where he laid on the couch.

Dark eyes flickered around his apartment. The tv wasn't even on. He just seemed to be sitting there… staring at the ceiling.

"Why didn't you come to practice?" Sarada asked as she approached him, her arms crossed with impatience.

"Because I didn't want to," he sighed tiredly, pulling a blanket over himself and turning his back to her.

She exhaled an angry huff as she stared at the back of his stupid head, willing him to turn back and face her.

"I'm surprised I didn't find you rolling around in your bed fucking some slut," Sarada scoffed.

She knew she was being antagonistic by trying to pick a fight, but as much as she hated to admit it, she would much rather be arguing than be ignored by him.

"What would be the point? I'd just be wishing it was you," Boruto mumbled under his breath, too quiet for her to hear.

"What?"

"Never mind... I just needed the day off. I'll be at practice tomorrow." Boruto glanced over his shoulder and sighed, "can you leave now?"

Her brow furrowed as she noticed the way his eyes were rimmed red and his nose was pink. "Were you… crying?"

"Ugh," Boruto groaned as he buried his embarrassed face in his pillow. "No! I'm sick, okay?!"

Sarada narrowed her eyes at him in suspicion before deciding on the off chance he was telling the truth, she needed to do something. With the Grand Prix that weekend, they couldn't afford for him to not be at his best, so without another word, she marched into his kitchen.

"What are you doing?!" he questioned when he heard the sounds of her rummaging through his pantry.

"Do you have any soup?"

"What?!"

"You said you were sick, right?!" Sarada snipped.

"Ugh, just go away," he whined.

"No," she declared and continued her fruitless search. "I'm going to make sure you get better."

Boruto peeked at her over his shoulder again and softly asked, "for the competition?"

"Of course, for the competition!" Sarada pulled her phone out to order some food to be delivered, barely missing the disappointed look on his face.

Why did he even let himself hope for another answer? Everything was about the competition for her and he needed to accept that.

Boruto sat up to the table, staring at the food Sarada had ordered as she sat across from him, arms folded, glaring at him.

"You better eat that food before it gets cold," she frowned. "I paid good money for it."

He actually was kind of hungry, so Boruto picked up his spoon and took a few bites of chicken noodle soup.

"...do you hate me?" he quietly asked.

"Is that what you were hoping to accomplish with that stupid fuckboy shit you pulled!?" Sarada questioned with an annoyed scowl. "You rubbed those other girls in my face because you want me to hate you?! Why? Because you're bored of figure skating with me?!"

"I don't want you to hate me," he mumbled into his soup.

"Then pray tell, what compelled you to act like that?!"

Because he's an idiot. Because she hurt his feelings. Because he just wanted to hear her say that she doesn't want him to be with anyone else.

That she wants him to be hers...

"I don't know."

Maybe he was stupid for letting himself hope for anything more in their relationship when she consistently told him she didn't want that.

Maybe his unrequited love for Sarada was some form of karmic punishment for hurting Sumire, and possibly a few others, when he told them he just couldn't do a committed relationship.

He stared down at his food, pushing it around with his spoon. His next question weighed heavily on his tongue.

He wanted to ask, even though he was afraid of what she might answer.

"Would you have really slept with Shikadai?" Boruto whispered.

Sarada averted her gaze as her previous shame resurfaced and tangled into an uncomfortable knot in her stomach. "I can't believe he told you," she winced.

"That was what you wanted, right? For me to find out?" Boruto glanced up to gauge her expression. "I mean, I get it. This was you hurting me back… I just…" he hesitated.

Charcoal eyes clashed with blue. "You just what?"

"...didn't think you'd stoop so low," he muttered as his gaze fell back to his soup.

Sarada's hands clenched under the table, feeling so annoyed by the pained look in his eyes. How the hell had he turned this around on her?! He was the asshole!

Hot tears pricked her eyes, but she angrily tried to blink them away. "You started it!" she snapped.

"Well you win, okay?" Boruto sighed as he hung his head. "You hurt me back. Congrats."

"Stop it!" Sarada shouted as she stood up and slapped her hands against the table. "You do not get to make me feel guilty! You were the one who… it was you who…" she choked on her words as the tears rolled down her cheeks. "I didn't even actually follow through with it!"

"Because he walked away!" Boruto stood up to level with her, blue eyes drowning unshed tears. "That was the question, would you have followed through if he didn't?! Would you really have fucked my best friend just to prove you don't care about me?!"

Sarada's eyes widened at the accusation. "I obviously care about you! Why else would I be here feeding you this stupid fucking soup when I'm so mad at you right now!?"

"No! You care about the competition! We're talking about me! Now quit dodging the fucking question!" he shouted as he leaned further over the table.

Their faces were reddened with anger and only inches apart. Their hot breath mingled as they glared at one another, their fight devolving into screamed insults.

"I swear to god, you drive me insane!" Sarada seethed. "I can't stand you and your stupid fucking double standards!"

"You are the most confusing, most infuriating person I have ever fucking met!" he retorted with conviction.

One moment Boruto was staring directly into her furious, storm grey eyes, the next she thrust her lips against his.

His reciprocation of her sudden kiss was instinctual. A Pavlovian response to the taste of her lips.

His fingers aggressively tangled into her raven tresses, pulling her closer to deepen their kiss. Sarada climbed over the table, carelessly knocking everything onto the floor.

It was the same single-minded lust that had Boruto smashing his lips to hers harder. He tightened his grip on her hair, making her sigh and allowing his tongue to invade her mouth. The way she kissed him felt like a challenge, like a battle for dominance.

Their heated argument already left them breathless, but this searing kiss made his blood boil and robbed him of all coherent thought.

This kiss felt different than any other they had shared. It was hot, it was aggressive.

It was angry.

Wait?! What the fuck was he doing?! He was supposed to be angry at her right now.

Boruto pulled away, both of them still a little dazed. She leaned forward to rejoin their lips, but he lurched his head back and fixed her with a dark glare.

"What do you think you're doing?" he rasped against her panting lips. His hands gripped the edges of the table, trapping her between it and him.

"Please," Sarada breathed, so quiet he almost didn't hear. Boruto hated that even after everything that transpired between them, he was still too weak to resist her.

He crashed his hungry lips to hers, giving her a few messy kisses as his rough hands grabbed firmly at her hips. Sarada gasped when he abruptly turned her around.

Her foggy mind barely had a moment to process the flip before he was hastily tugging down her leggings to expose her womanhood.

The heady smell of her arousal invaded his senses and made his mind go blank. His aggressive actions fueled by pure adrenaline and carnal desire.

Her lips parted in surprise as Boruto wrapped his hand around her slender throat, relishing in the feeling of her pulse racing against his fingers. Both her hands grasped at his wrist.

"You call me a whore, but maybe you should look in the mirror, Sarada," his deep voice growled against her ear. "You're the one who's always begging for it."

A wanton moan tore from her lips as his fingers dove between her damp folds. Her breath was strained from his light choking, but she didn't even attempt to pull him away.

"Fuck you," Sarada croaked breathlessly, even as she was grinding her bare ass against him.

Usually, he teased her and played with her clit until she was mewling his name, but he was too angry for her soft, little sighs, he wanted to hear fucking scream.

Boruto held her possessively against his firm body, one hand grasping her throat while the other relentlessly finger fucked her tight pussy.

"Oh… my... god!~" Sarada exhaled harsh moans between each word, rocking her hips against his intruding fingers. His grip on her throat tightened as he pressed his stiff cock against her with promise.

Boruto smeared her silky juices all over her swollen clit, making her whimper from the contact. His breath was heavy against her ear, growing more aroused and impatient as he massaged her sensitive nub with his slick fingers.

"Ah, ahh~" she whined breathlessly. The steady pressure had her lithe body growing ever more taut. Her knees quivered as she climbed toward her peak, barely able to support her weight without his firm hold.

"Ooh fuck, Boruto~" she moaned as overwhelming pleasure pulsed in her core. Her body convulsed against him, his fingers persisting their rhythm to prolong her powerful orgasm.

Then without preamble, Boruto unceremoniously let go of her and surprised her wobbly legs. Sarada fell forward, catching herself against the table.

She inhaled a sharp breath as Boruto grabbed a fist full of her inky locks, forcing her to look back at him while he bent over and pinned her to the table's surface with his firm weight. "Don't think this can distract me from my question, Sarada…"

Her dark eyes were hazy and half-lidded. Her breath was still trying to recover.

"You're a fucking asshole," she grumbled.

"I don't think you want to talk to me about fucking assholes when you're bent over so nicely in front of me like this," he said with a devilish smirk.

Sarada gasped, instinctively trying to cover herself, but Boruto just snorted a laugh at her scandalized expression.

"You're stupid," she pouted.

He maintained his tight grip on the hair at her nape as his free hand tugged down his pants and began stroking his throbbing cock.

"Tell me Sarada, would you have bent over like this for him?" he rasped against her ear, his hot breath inspiring goosebumps on her skin.

"Ooh~" she sighed with a furrowed brow as Boruto dragged his cock between her damp folds, soaking himself in her silky arousal. She instinctively widened her stance to grant him better access.

"Do you get this wet for all the boys?" he asked in a husky whisper.

Sarada's foggy mind couldn't tell if his questions were rhetorical or if he actually expected an answer, but her eyes fluttered closed with a soft whimper as he teased her slick entrance with the head of his cock.

Her hips pushed back against him, begging him to fill her with his firm length. She wondered vaguely if a good, hard fuck would be as cathartic as boxing. Maybe more so.

Startled, her dark eyes shot open when Boruto roughly pulled her hair.

"Look at me," he growled. The intensity swirling behind those impossibly blue eyes left her breathless.

"Oh, fuck!" Sarada cried when Boruto slammed his thick cock into her with a single swift thrust. Her damp folds eagerly welcoming the intrusion.

His fingers dug into her round hip with bruising pressure, as he pulled out and plunged back into her wet heat again and again.

There was something erotic about fucking her with their clothes on, up against his dining room table no less. It was an impatience, an urgency, to be buried deep inside her that they couldn't even be bothered to undress first.

As he clutched her silky, dark hair in his fist, Boruto realized he had never been so rough with her, but the way her core clutched his dick tighter with each angry thrust drove him closer to madness.

His furious pace had Sarada's breathy moans growing louder and more erratic. Her nails clawed at the table's smooth wood surface, searching desperately for something to hold on to.

"Would you have moaned this loud for his cock?! Huh, Sarada?!" he shouted at her, never breaking their heated eye contact.

"Just shut up!" she cried, her back arching into him. "Shut up! Shut up!"

There was a fine line between love and hate and Boruto didn't know for sure which he felt for Sarada in that moment.

But he did know her body, and he knew that the way her moist walls were squeezing him meant she was getting close.

Boruto let go over her hair to slip his hand between her shaky thighs. Two fingers pressed against her clit in quick circles, until Sarada shattered to pieces, moaning his name with a few expletives before she practically melted against the table.

The pulsing pleasure of her climax around his cock combined with the sound of lewd praise sent him tumbling over the edge after her with a breathless groan of his own.

As the euphoria of his release began to wear off, exhaustion hit him like a freight train. Boruto folded over, sandwiching a limp Sarada between himself and the table, both of them panting heavily.

There was so much that should probably be said after something like that, and yet, he had no words.

The rough, passionate fucking may have helped free him of his festering anger, but…

Now all he had left was an aching, hollow heart.

Blue eyes flickered down to the floor and he realized he should probably clean up his half-eaten soup that Sarada tossed onto the ground.

Her breath hitched as he pulled out and tucked himself back in his pants. He watched the steady rise and fall of her back as she remained laying on the table, wondering what exactly she was thinking.

Boruto walked into the other room, searching for a towel to clean up the mess, but when he returned he heard the door slam shut, and Sarada was gone.

A/N: AHHH! Just when you thought they couldn't be any dumber! haha thank you so much for reading and special thanks to those who have been leaving comments! I really love hearing your thoughts and reactions to the story!