A/N: Welcome everyone! Thank you for taking the time to be here today, as I put much love and effort into my fics as I possibly can. If you love BoruSara as much as I do (and a classic enemies to lovers story) please enjoy and leave a review! (: if there are any questions, please let me know! ty ily all (:
Warning: This fic will be rated T+, until later chapters it will turn to M. Will contain OC's, multiple pairings throughout, but will somehow always end back at BoruSara, so no need to fear! Also swearing, use of drugs and alcohol, sexual themes, character death, and the most horrific of them all...high school.
Summary: Although having grown up together, Sarada Uchiha and Boruto Uzumaki absolutely despise each other. She thinks he's cocky and shallow, and he thinks she's presumptuous and unlikable. But, being forced onto the student council together might change their minds, and they'll find themselves falling in love, while everything else is falling apart. BoruSara, slow burn High School AU
In hindsight, this was a complete mess. Groups of boys were chugging their drinks then smashing the cans over their head, girls were screaming, laughing, music was blasting, people were throwing other people into the pool, food fights, people were passed out on her patio, couples were making out on the grass, and Sarada could only stare with her eyes wide.
If her parents ever found out, she would be in so much trouble.
Seven Days Before
Sarada Uchiha was a practical, logical, level-headed girl. Calculated. Analytical. Intelligent. Never reacted based on emotions, only logic. She liked to take her time to fully think through all the possibilities, pros and cons, and the outcome before making a decision. Sometimes it would take her days to come to a solution. Never would she act in haste.
But when it came to her best friend Chocho Akimichi, there were just some things she couldn't refuse. Her best friend just so happened to be her weak spot.
"Pleaaase can we throw a huge party! We're starting our sophomore year soon, your parents will be out of town and I only turn sixteen once in my life, please, please!"
"Um…" Sarada hesitated, but with Chocho giving her those puppy eyes it was making it hard for her to say no. Her mother would absolutely kill her. She didn't want to think about what her father would do. But Chocho was right, and Sarada didn't want to disappoint her. It would be Chocho's sweet sixteen, and when you turned sixteen it was always supposed to be special.
"Okay...maybe. I'll ask my mom."
"Yay!" Chocho squealed, squeezing her in a tight hug. Sarada couldn't breathe. "Sarada you're the best!"
She could only respond with a nervous laugh.
As usual, the Uchiha household was exponentially quiet that night; peaceful. Not a stirring sound except the faucet water running over the dishes her mother was washing after their incredible dinner. Her father was reading a book at the kitchen table. Sarada played with her napkin nervously before taking in a sharp breath of courage, then spoke.
"Hey...mom?"
Sakura turned her head from her dishes. "Yes?"
Sarada hesitated, not quite sure how to word it. She'd never asked her parents to throw a party for someone before. "So, um, Chocho's birthday is next week. And she wants a party."
Sasuke's eyes flicked upward from the books pages, and Sarada quickly backpedaled. "I-It's at her house, and I was just wondering if I could go!"
"Next week?" Sakura questioned. She looked at Sasuke. "We'll be in Italy. Sarada, I don't feel comfortable having you out of the house that late without us here."
"Mom, I promise everything will be okay! Besides, Chocho's parents will be there, it literally won't even be anything big."
Yeah, that's what she wanted to tell herself anyway. Lies upon lies. She was digging herself into a deeper hole. Knowing Chocho, their entire school plus people from their rival schools would show up.
"No boys?" Sasuke asked. Sarada shook her head, her nerves bundling up.
"Nope." She didn't see why Chocho would invite boys anyway since she was the only one who associated with them. They were dumb, loud, and annoying, and Sarada sure didn't get along with any of them.
"Well okay, I suppose it's alright. Double check with her parents to make sure, though." Sakura said, and Sarada almost forgot it was a lie. Her eyes lit up.
"Thank you!"
XxX
"Sarada!" Chocho sang from her doorway. Sarada smiled and jogged up to her friends house quicker, waving bye to her mother as she drove off.
"Did you ask?" Her eyes were filled with a burning excitement. Sarada gulped.
"Yeah…"
"Well what'd they say?!"
They didn't say yes to the exact situation, technically, but they hadn't said no. Throwing a huge party seemed like a terrible idea, especially because she had to lie about it. Not to mention her parents would be gone so who knew what could happen with a bunch of teenagers unoccupied.
Alas, though, it was Chocho's birthday, and Sarada couldn't refuse her friends happiness.
"They...said yes!" She added as much enthusiasm as possible. Chocho gasped and jumped in the air.
"Yes! Sarada your parents are the best! I wish mine were as cool as yours." She pouted.
"Okay, but this cannot be a big party!" She said, her tone desperate. Not telling the full truth was already pushing it. "You, me, Sumire, Wasabi, Namida, that's it. No boys, no alcohol. Because my parents think we're having a girls night at your house."
"Oh loosen up!" She slapped her friend's shoulder. "Don't worry, it won't be a big party."
Sarada sighed in relief. She could always count on Chocho to have her back.
"Are you sure no boys?" Chocho let out an annoyed sigh. Sarada rolled her eyes.
"Yes."
"Not even Inojin?! Come on, his mom would literally be so offended I didn't invite him."
"Okay, maybe Inojin, but that's it!"
Chocho smirked. "You're the best!"
Sarada glared but then pushed her lightly, and they went into the house. After a few hours of braiding hair, jabbering on about becoming sophomores, Sakura came to pick Sarada back up when Chocho had to go to her gymnastics class. Sarada knew she didn't quite have the grit to get into something that intense, she was more into books and nice strolls in the park.
Once they got home, Sarada felt a tugging towards something more fulfilling than sitting in her room all night alone. It was something much akin to freedom, with the mixture of outside in the nice weather and feeling the last bit of freedom and sense of childhood. She announced she was going to take a walk, and quickly went out the back door.
Practically right behind her back yard, an empty park sat hidden in a grove of pine trees. It was somewhere she always went by herself to relax, think, look at the sky, or read. It was nearing the end of July, so the weather was still warm and humid. For the time of day as well, there was nothing prettier than the sunset gleaming through the cracks of the grove as Sarada skipped through it. Twigs crunched with every step and everything reflected orange and yellow. Once she reached the swings, she kicked herself off the ground and began going higher and higher until she could almost see over the trees. The colors meshing together with the sunset was absolutely breathtaking. It looked like paradise.
School started in three weeks, so she only had that time to spend by herself before dedicated another year to endless homework, honor classes, and extracurricular activities. Sophomore year; it was crazy to think she would also be turning sixteen next year. Unfortunately she was on the younger spectrum of the grade, so it would be a while before she could drive. Her uncle Itachi had already begun teaching her how to drive a manual, much to Sasuke's chagrin.
Nights like these, usually Itachi would take her out for a drive then they would go back to his house and binge their favorite television shows and eat ice cream, but today he was working a night shift. Maybe that's why Sarada felt so lonely; because Chocho and Itachi, two of the most important people in her life, had other lives and were busy all the time. She made people a main priority but couldn't be one to others.
Sarada's phone buzzed in her pocket, and her zen broke. She frowned and opened the message, it was her mother telling her to come home because it was getting dark.
With a sigh, she got to her feet and kicked the sand from her sandals, and went home.
The morning of the party, Chocho was so ecstatic the entire day, Sarada almost thought she had one too many energy drinks. Chocho had already opened most of her presents which consisted of money, new makeup, accessories, and other needs, then her mom took them shopping. Chocho had a three hundred dollar limit, which with her shopping addiction, was nothing at all. Sarada didn't mind being dragged everywhere, she just enjoyed the company. Being an only child with a traveling work dad and mother who worked full time at the hospital did get really lonely, but she also knew they wouldn't be as well off as they were without her parents working hard.
Karui took lots of pictures of them throughout the day, and she was even kind enough to buy Sarada a new dress. It was summery and flowy, something appropriate enough she could wear to the party tonight. It was short sleeved with a black, white, and red flower pattern. She never considered herself "fashionable", she only wore simple things that looked good on her. If anyone was the fashionista, it was Chocho.
On their way back to the Akimichi home, Chocho was singing karaoke to her favorite song when they pulled into the driveway. Karui turned around and the two girls stopped.
"Get out of the car and close your eyes. No peeking!" She said, and Chocho and Sarada were both confused. They did, and they heard a car pull into the driveway. It was killing Sarada not to know what was going on, she assumed Chocho felt the same way but even more so.
"Okay, open your eyes!" Karui said. They both did, and Chocho gasped loudly. Sarada's jaw almost dropped to the ground.
"A new car!"
Choji stepped out of the driver's seat, a big grin on his face. It was a mint green Fiat, the newest model, covered in a big bow and the words written "happy birthday" and "sweet 16" on the windows. Chocho was screaming, jumping up and down. Sarada couldn't help but join her, she was so excited for her friend. A new car for her birthday?! Wow, Chocho was so lucky.
"Happy birthday!" Choji said, handing her the keys. Chocho was still flailing her arms around and gave him the biggest hug.
"Oh my God oh my God thank you! Thank you thank you dad I love you!"
Watching their interactions gave Sarada a pang in her side. She missed her dad. He wasn't around a lot, but when he was it was quiet or he only lectured her to "be her best self," "don't show your emotions to the enemy," "always show what an Uchiha is capable of" and blah blah. They didn't talk much, and she certainly couldn't imagine him bringing her a new car with a big grin on his face. If anything, she'd be sitting at the kitchen table and he'd set the keys down next to her without a word then retreat to his office.
Itachi felt more like a father figure to her; he matched her enthusiasm and sang in the car with her with the windows rolled down and had ever since she was little. It was hard not to resent her parents now that she was older and saw how her friends' parents were always around. But she tried to keep to herself about it. She had a roof over her head, food on the table, so there was nothing she should be complaining about.
"Chocho, take Sarada for a ride." Karui said, noticing Sarada's sudden change of mood. "Just don't wreck it!"
Chocho beckoned Sarada to get in the front seat. She supposed now wasn't the time to sulk about her daddy issues, so she hopped in the car and they blasted the radio. It was nice to feel free.
"I love this!" Chocho exclaimed. "Ugh, this is the best birthday ever!"
"Really though," Sarada said, attempting to swap her sullen, intrinsic mood for a more ecstatic, happy one. She had to snap out of it for Chocho. It was her birthday, this day was all about her. She'd gotten her presents, they went shopping, their little get-together was tonight, school started next week, and life was great. Sarada shouldn't be so depressed.
"I can't wait for the party tonight," Chocho said, messing with the radio stations, "your swimming pool is still open right?"
"Swimming pool?" Sarada was now suspicious. "Chocho, I told you not to invite a ton of people!"
"I didn't, swear!" She held her hands up defensively. "Inojin said he wanted to bring another friend so he wouldn't be the only guy, I promise!"
"Okay..." Sarada was already so worried about her parents discovering her little white lie, she just had to go turn off the outside patio camera if she wanted to get away with it. But, if her parents decided to check and saw they were off, then they would know for sure something was up. So if anything, Sarada would have to turn it so it was facing the ground, which would also be suspicious.
Well, there was nothing she could do, so she'd just have to risk leaving the cameras on, and hope her parents didn't have jet lag boredom. Besides, these were all friends her age that her parents have met. They know Inojin and all his friends. She'd just say more people ended up coming so it was more practical to go to her house since Chocho's parents wanted to go to sleep. Boom. Problem solved. It's not like there was going to be anything scandalous going on, just fun night games and swimming.
In hindsight, this was a complete mess. Groups of boys were chugging their drinks then smashing the cans over their heads, girls were screaming, laughing, music was blasting, people were throwing other people into the pool, food fights, people were passed out on her patio, couples were making out on the grass, and Sarada could only stare with her eyes wide.
If her parents ever found out, she would be in so much trouble.
"Chocho!" Sarada exclaimed in a frenzy, searching for her friend amongst the groups of people. She had been too occupied inside the house attempting to wrangle every wild person in her living room from throwing her mom's expensive vases around, that she hadn't noticed the commotion that had steadily built outside. She recognized Sumire, Inojin and Shikadai, but that was it. Everyone else looked like a stranger. It was only an hour into the party and already everything was a disaster! "Cho! What the hell!"
"Oh, hi!" Chocho sang through her mouth full of food. "Isn't this so much fun?"
"You said only a couple people! This is like a hundred!"
Chocho laughed loudly. "Lighten up! This is like the back to school party, except it's all about me!" She shoved a handful of potato chips in her mouth. Sumire gave Sarada an understanding look, and Sarada just sighed. She pressed a hand to her temple. This was too much to deal with. Chocho always let things get out of hand.
"Aye, happy birthday Cho!" Boruto Uzumaki – the schools' notorious jockey rich boy and also, tragically, Sarada's parents' best friends' son – who was obviously very drunk, roughly disheveled her hair as he walked by with Mitsuki, who was basically his right hand man. Wherever Boruto was, Mitsuki wasn't far behind.
Chocho gasped and slapped his hand away, but there was a sly look on her face as she did so.
"Boruto, hair!" She exclaimed incredulously.
"Chocho, don't care?" He responded equally as sassy. He cackled as she huffed and proceeded to fix her now frizzy hairstyle, and Sarada adjusted her glasses carefully. Chocho then clasped her arms around Sarada's as he strolled away.
"He's such a bad boy." She sighed with a hopeless smile on her face. It was obvious from her giggly wobbles she'd already drank too much and it was getting to her head. Sarada scoffed. A bad boy, more like a bad person. "He's sooo cute.
"Not really." Sarada grimaced. "You're just drunk. It messes with your frontal cortex so your immediate decision making is hindered. You find people attractive you wouldn't if you were sober."
"Okay, what are you a walking Wikipedia? Sarada, what other man do you know can shotgun three cans of beer in a row? He's like a sex god!"
Did she literally not just hear anything Sarada said? Sarada rolled her eyes and pushed Chocho off. "Cho, my parents and his parents are best friends, I've grown up in close proximity with him. I know him, he's just a stuck up, disrespectful, cocky, player rich boy with no depth! He's as shallow as a kiddie pool!"
"That's okay, I play in the shallow end anyway." Chocho said dreamily. She shook back and forth and squealed. "Hey, Boruto!" She called out, running after him.
Sarada slapped her hand to her face. Honestly, Chocho was so easily lovestruck by men that any guy could look her way and she would be in love immediately. There was absolutely no way Sarada would ever be swayed by the male charm, especially by someone like Boruto Uzumaki.
Chocho and Boruto seemingly disappeared somewhere meanwhile Sarada was hastily trying to pick up as much trash as possible. She had gotten most of it cleaned up when Boruto and Chocho reappeared on the diving board, his arm slung around her neck, her arms holding his waist tightly. They were both very apparently drunk. Sarada feared they might tip over and fall in.
"Hey everyone! Time to sing happy birthday to my girl here Chocho! Ready?"
All at once everyone started singing happy birthday, and despite everything Sarada couldn't help but smile. Yeah, tonight was kind of a hot mess, but Chocho truly looked genuinely happy; even if she was drunk and wrapped around Boruto's finger, Sarada hoped her birthday lived up to her expectations. Even at the expense of Sasuke grounding her for the rest of her life.
Once everyone was done singing, Boruto shouted, "after party at Mitsuki's house!" Then planted a big kiss on Chocho.
Everyone cheered, and an upperclassman, Iwabee, came up behind them and shoved the unsuspecting couple into the pool. Chocho and Boruto screamed and landed with a big splash. Everyone laughed hysterically and Sarada only shook her head. Absolute idiots.
Mitsuki helped Boruto and Chocho out, then guided Boruto to his car while Chocho shivered her way to Sarada. She lead Chocho inside the house to dry her off.
"Are you going to the after party?" Chocho asked drowsily. Sarada scrunched her brows.
"No, and I don't think you should either."
"But Saradaaa," Chocho whined. "Boruto is gonna be there! Please?"
"Just hang out with him another time, you're too drunk right now."
"Sarada, please? I really like him and he likes me too. He said so himself."
Not that it was surprising, just Sarada had this overwhelming feeling in the pit of her stomach that was unsettling. For the type of guy Boruto was and the type of girl Chocho was, he was bad news. No girl that had been in a relationship with him had spoken highly of him after the breakup. It was always horrible things, like he'd manipulated them, cheated, treated them terribly, or just plain broke their hearts because he was bored. Boruto was a horrible person and Sarada didn't want her best friend getting caught up in his scene, he'd been with way too many girls for her liking, and Chocho deserved much better than that. He was the type that "picked" girls and owned them; never upheld the typical standards of "liking" just anyone, which is what made Sarada so nervous.
"No."
Chocho frowned. "But it's my birthday."
Sarada paused the blow dryer. Maybe she was preemptively judging him a little too harshly – she didn't know him personally, only what she'd heard around school from others and what she'd seen at their family get togethers. At school, he was definitely stuck up, boisterous, the class clown, cruel to girls he rejected, always the center of attention, and flaunting his money and wealth in front of others; meanwhile at the family get togethers he was always quiet, respectful, but still had a sharp tongue on him dare someone step out of line. Not to mention he literally lived on the opposite side of the block from her. It seemed like her entire life she could never escape his presence.
The more Sarada thought about it, the more she became perplexed. Who was Boruto Uzumaki, then? How was he so drastically different at school versus with his family? Which one was the real him?
With a heavy sigh, Sarada came to a conclusion. It wasn't her decision to make, it was Chocho's, and all she could do was support her friend.
"Okay, fine–" Chocho was about to squeal, and Sarada held up a finger, "but! First let me close the pool, clean a little more, lock the house then we'll go."
Chocho's eyes lit up. "You're literally the best!"
After tonight, Sarada definitely, without a doubt, knew that.
XxX
Mitsuki's house was much more modern, less traditional style, with sleek marble countertops, expensive television's hung on the wall, artwork framing every free space of the long entryway, and marble flooring. There were significantly less people here, still a lot of girls, mostly ones she didn't know, but she knew the group of boys at the table. Boruto, Mitsuki, Inojin, Shikadai, Denki, Iwabee, and Metal. They were all playing beer pong, and the second Boruto noticed them walk in the house, he ditched the girl he was curled on the couch with, walked over, and rested his arm over Chocho's shoulders.
"Glad to see you finally showed up." He said, then eyed Sarada up and down. "Welcome."
She only flared her nostrils in response.
After a moment of speaking to Chocho, Boruto nodded his head. "Aye Sarah, take my place really fast," He said, shoving her over to the table next to Mitsuki. Sarada stared blankly at him. Um, excuse him?
"It's Sarada!"
"Yeah, yeah," He waved her off, He wanted her to take his place? She'd never played beer pong before let alone drank in her life!
"W-Wait!" She exclaimed, but they were already gone.
"Hurry up it's your turn!" Iwabee said impatiently, as they all looked at her expectantly, and Sarada glared at him.
"It's just a stupid game, just drink it if you're so impatient!"
"Just throw the damn ball." He snapped.
Well, she would, if she knew what to do in the first place. Looking to Mitsuki, he smiled.
"Aim the ball for one of the cups, if you make it, they have to drink it. If you don't, it's their turn. Make sure your elbow doesn't pass the edge of the table."
Oh, that sounded so easy. Why was this game deemed so difficult? Probably because most people who played were drunk so their aim was off, but Sarada was completely sober, so this would be a breeze.
One by one, Sarada made all the cups much to Iwabee and Denki's dismay. At this point they tapped out, saying they were too drunk, and no one dared go up against Sarada after that. She wasn't much fun to play against since she kept winning and was arrogant about it, so they kicked her out of the game.
Alas, she sat on the couch, playing games on her phone just waiting for Chocho in a house full of strangers. Growing up in the same schools and being put in the same classes with the same people her whole life was one thing, but hanging with them outside of school was another. These people weren't her friends, they were her classmates, and it was awkward. She wasn't much of a socializer, she tended to keep to herself and plant flowers, clean, read, and do laundry. Chocho was the social butterfly, not her.
When Boruto reappeared without any sign of Chocho, Sarada immediately stood. She stormed over and grabbed him by the front of his shirt, yanking him forward resulting in a yelp.
"Where is she?!"
"Woah, chill! She's asleep in Mitsuki's room." He held his hands up. "I didn't do anything to her."
Sarada had high doubts, so she shoved him back a little harsher than needed and went down the hallway in search of her friend. Boruto waited until she left to smirk at his friends.
"But that doesn't mean she didn't do anything to me!" His friends all exclaimed "ayeeee" and fist bumped him in congrats.
The large vertical door leading to Mitsuki's room was cracked open, so Sarada peered inside. True to what Boruto said, Chocho was there sound asleep. She had goosebumps on her skin, and there was no blanket on top of her – the insensitivity – so Sarada went and draped one over her. After attempting to shake her awake, there was no success. Well, it seemed like Chocho wouldn't be waking up anytime soon. Guess she was staying here for the night.
With a sigh, Sarada shut the door quietly and went back to the couch. She was still keeping a keen eye out for any sneaks who tried to get into Mitsuki's room while Chocho was asleep. If that happened, Sarada would beat their ass.
The boys were all engrossed in another game of beer pong, and Sarada curled up next to a pillow, pulling out her phone. Her mother had texted her, how is Chocho's birthday? so she responded with, great, she's having a lot of fun! We went on a shopping spree and her dad got her a car
"Who ya texting?"
Sarada jumped at the voice. It was Boruto; his lips only inches from her ear, his posture lazily leaned on the back of the couch with a tantalizingly flirtatious look in his eye. Shivers ran up her spine, but then she glared at him. She could not stand him. Just looking at him and his devilish blue eyes pissed her off.
"Mind your business."
"Updating your father about how his best friends' son is getting plastered?" He climbed over the back of the couch, sprawling his legs out, leaning on the back of his hands. How infuriating could one person be?!
"Am not!"
"You can't even snitch because if you did, your dad would know you're here too! Am I wrong?" Boruto sent her a devious look.
At the mentioning, Sarada suddenly felt guilty. Her backyard was still trashed no matter how hard she'd tried to clean it, she didn't even want to know what the remaining inside of the house looked like, she lied about who and how many people would be there, they were all drinking underage, and she felt terrible. Boruto quickly picked up on her mood and leaned forward, his sarcastic tone completely dropping.
"Aye, I was only messing around."
He sounded so gentle and genuine that it caught Sarada completely off guard. In the entirety of their life growing up together, she'd never heard Boruto talk so sweetly. He was always loud; yelling, laughing, arguing, bantering, flirting, and if there was one thing Boruto Uzumaki was not, it was soft.
"Also, by the way, you look really pretty in that dress. I like that color on you." He said.
Sarada's heart raced a thousand times at the compliment. What the hell? Boruto thought she looked pretty? What year was it? What universe were they in?
They stared at each other for a long, strange, moment until Shikadai was catapulted onto the couch right into their laps. Sarada and Boruto both gasped loudly. Inojin and Denki were cracking up with laughter.
Shikadai only groaned and rolled onto the ground, slowly rising to his hands and knees. "I'm gonna kill you guys."
"I think we're done." Mitsuki said, his tone firm, but eyes still held amusement. He always had the same look no matter what. He always wore blue and white outside of school, always had an even expression that showed no emotions, was always neutral, so no wonder him and Boruto were best friends. He kept him grounded while simultaneously providing a partner in crime, since he hardly discouraged Boruto from doing something stupid, yet chided him when necessary.
"Is everyone sleeping here?" Denki asked. Mitsuki's eyes scanned across the room, staring down the rest of the people at the party.
"No. Everyone leave." He said with such a soft smile almost everyone thought he was joking. But, when that smile slowly faded, everyone quickly realized how serious he was and scrambled to get their things, calling Uber's or their friends to come pick them up.
Sarada quietly slipped away from the madness and made her way down the hall to Mitsuki's room where she peered into the room. Chocho was still passed out. Small snores could be heard from her, and Sarada sighed.
"Here." Boruto was suddenly behind her again. She jumped, but then looked quizzically at the t-shirt in his hands. "She won't wake up any time soon, so you should just sleep here. Mitsuki won't care if it's you two, he just hates everyone else."
She blinked, still not grasping what he was trying to get at. What a pervert, was this his way of saying he was going to wait until she was asleep to do things to her? "Um, no. I'm waking her up–"
"Sarada," Boruto quipped. "It's late and you can't drive. And a dress like that is meant to be pretty, not slept in."
Without waiting for her to initiate taking it, he flung the t-shirt over her head then walked the other way, and she scrambled to slip it off. Immediately, he was back to the regular, megaphone Boruto, yelling and attitude and cockiness emitting from his pores like a fragrance as he helped Mitsuki kick everyone out of the house.
Everything puzzled her. He was absolutely infuriating, and his voice sounded like fingernails on a chalkboard, so why was he being so damn nice to her? He didn't even remember her name, for God's sake. Why, she wondered, why. He probably acted like this with every girl – that's how he got them to fall for him so fast. With everyone else, loud and clownery, then with the girls, caring and sensitive. He was such a good actor, but Sarada saw right through his little scheme. Playing with Chocho's feelings, now trying to pull Sarada into his game as well like she was another disposable piece. Hah. Despicable. She would never fall for it.
Slipping into the room and shutting the door, Sarada looked at the t-shirt. Boruto's t-shirt. She felt weird putting it on. But he was right, a dress wasn't too comfortable to sleep in, so it was thoughtful that he gave it to her for tonight. Still weird though. He annoyed her. Yet he was so nice tonight...but that was suspicious!
It was baggy, and even considering that Boruto was the same height as Sarada, it almost reached her knee caps. She looked in Mitsuki's mirror, examining herself. Her hair was cropped short and pinned back, red glasses framed her face, Boruto's t-shirt hung from her shoulders, and she just looked...different. But she didn't like it. She wanted to be more like Chocho. More stylish, more beautiful, more fit, less Sarada.
But, recalling Boruto's earlier comment, her face felt hot, and she pushed it away and went to sleep.