A/N: Hello friends! If you just found me because you read borusara, then welcome! If you're one of my naruhina readers who decided to give this a try because you like my other work, then thank you!

I want to first preface this with that I know almost nothing about ice skating or hockey, so apologies in advance for any inaccuracies. Also, I portray Boruto as a huge flirt in this story, because I think it's funny lol. Anyway, I hope you like this story and I'd love to hear your thoughts in the comments!


Cold as Fire, Hot as Ice

Competitive ice skater Sarada is known for her fiery temper. After she burns bridges with just about every male skater in her division, she's desperate to find a partner before the International Grand Prix. Just when she thinks all hope is lost, Sarada stumbles upon a particularly graceful hockey player and things really start to heat up. BoruSara. Modern, Ice Skating AU.


"You know what? I don't fucking need this!" he scoffed in Sarada's frowning face.

"Are you kidding me?! You're really going to throw a fit because you can't do the combo!?" She scowled and rolled her eyes.

"No one can do that combo, you psycho!"

She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him with dark eyes. "If you can't do this, then I don't think we should be partners anymore. Actually, I think you probably should just hang up your skates for good since you're such a spineless little bitch on top of being a shit skater," Sarada spat without remorse.

He muttered some choice words as he stomped away, leaving Sarada alone on the ice. The moment the door slammed behind him, she exhaled an angry sigh.

Sarada was beyond frustrated. That was the fourth partner she tried in the last two months. All of them sucked, and she was running out of time.

The first of the International Grand Prix qualifiers was in three months and she didn't have a partner, let alone a routine. She had a few songs in mind and a choreographer she knew could put together something spectacular on short notice, but none of that mattered if she didn't have someone to skate with.

She stepped off the ice, fuming as she pulled off her skates and packed her bag. Sarada could hardly believe the sheer incompetence of the boys competing in her age group.

She pulled out her phone, texting her mother that she would be home early due to a catastrophic practice and that she would definitely be needing dessert after dinner to mourn the loss of another stupid partner. Sakura replied right away with her usual reassurances and asked her to grab her father, who Sarada was surprised to learn was also at the ice complex.

Sarada found her father standing on the sidelines of the rink next door, his arms crossed over his chest, and his watchful gaze on a lone blonde boy, who was gliding through some kind of agility course. The boy skated forward and back, swerving around cones while maintaining control of a hockey puck before slapping it into the goal.

The blonde looked over to her father who shouted, "that was shit, do it again."

She could hear his annoyed groan from across the rink, but he didn't protest as he retrieved the puck from the goal and skated back over to the start of his course.

"Did you need something, Peanut?" Sasuke asked, and Sarada suddenly realized she had been staring.

"Oh uh, I was just heading home, and Mama asked me to grab you."

"Alright, we'll be done in a little bit. Can you wait?"

"Yeah of course." Sarada went back to watching the blonde boy zip through the obstacles. He was surprisingly graceful for a hockey player. "So who is he?"

Sasuke's eyes had been locked on his student since Sarada walked in, but this question had him glancing at her from the corner of his eye. "Boruto Uzumaki. He plays for the university."

"Hmm," Sarada nodded, intrigued.

"Why do you ask?"

"Just curious."

"I don't think you should date him."

"Whoa whoa, Papa!" Sarada waved her hands with an awkward laugh. "Nobody said anything like that. I just... that new partner I was trying out quit on me today."

"Mm, I'm sorry to hear that."

"All these guys are just a bunch of babies that can't take criticism," Sarada grumbled and Sasuke snorted humorously. "I need a partner as soon as possible, but I've already run through all my contacts and anybody who's actually decent already has a partner. So I just thought maybe I needed a more... creative solution."

At that Sasuke turned to her, amusement dancing in his dark eyes. "And what exactly is that supposed to mean?"

Sarada shrugged, glanced over at Boruto, and then smiled. Sasuke just shook his head, the corner of his mouth curving up into the tiniest smile.

"Maybe I could convince someone like Boruto to drop his hockey stick and pick up figure skating instead." She returned her gaze to the rink and shrugged. "He seems agile. Strong. I'd have to build him up from scratch, but at least he's already comfortable on the ice. Do you think he would do it?"

Sasuke turned back to Boruto. "I wouldn't know, the kid's as unpredictable as his father."

Boruto shot his coach an expectant look. "That run was shit too," Sasuke called.

"What the fuck?" Boruto shouted back. He skated over to where the two Uchiha stood and Sarada finally got a good look at him. Golden blonde hair framed his rather attractive face and complimented the bluest eyes she had possibly ever seen.

"You weren't even watching!" He glared at Sasuke with a petulant little frown. Sasuke didn't say anything, only stared back.

He must have known he'd never win in a staredown against Sasuke, because Boruto resigned, rolling his eyes with a frustrated huff. Then his attention moved to Sarada.

"Who's this?" He didn't even try to hide the way his eyes looked her up and down.

"My daughter, Sarada."

"Hey," he smirked, in the way that only boys who know they're handsome do. "I'm Boruto."

Sarada replied with the same dark stare her father had just given him, but it only made Boruto chuckle. "I see the resemblance."

"Okay, quit looking at her," Sasuke frowned. "Let's be done for today. Same time next week?"

"I'll be here," Boruto replied.

Sasuke patted Sarada on the shoulder and started making his way toward the exit. When Sarada didn't follow after him, Boruto raised a curious brow. "Did you have something to say?"

Sarada's assessing stare lingered a moment longer before she pursed her lips. "Yeah, no. After meeting you, you're not what I'm looking for."

Boruto came closer, leaning on the thick divider that surrounded the rink. "I can be whatever you want me to be, baby," he purred, his eyes locked on hers.

Sarada had to resist the urge to blush at such a forward come on. "Really? You'll be a figure skater for me?" she challenged.

The mere suggestion had Boruto bursting into a fit of laughter. He pushed off the rink wall. "Yeah, I don't think that one's gonna happen," he said, skating backward and away to clean up the obstacles of his agility course.

"Does that line ever actually work for you?" she asked, arms crossed and unimpressed.

"You'd be surprised," he shrugged, that smirk back on his lips.

Sarada shook her head and marched toward the exit. That guy really thought he was hot shit. She decided she hated him.


The week dragged on and Sarada found herself still struggling to find a partner. Rumors in the community were running rampant. Apparently, she had created a reputation for herself as a cold-hearted tyrant. But was it really her fault all these guys were so goddamn sensitive?!

She wasn't even able to get anyone to come do a test practice with her to see their compatibility. As the days passed, Sarada was growing more desperate.

And as if by some cruel joke, she started seeing that hockey player, Boruto, every time she was on campus. Her eyes just seemed to gravitate to his golden blonde hair.

When she spotted him walking between classes or hanging out in the courtyard, he was never alone. Always surrounded by his group of buddies (that she assumed were other hockey players) or a girl or two that were obviously fawning over him.

His giant ego was starting to make sense.

It was midmorning on a Thursday when Sarada got out of her lecture and discovered Boruto leisurely lounging on the grass in the quad. Surprisingly alone, he laid with his hands tucked behind his head and his eyes closed.

Sarada resented how carefree he looked when she herself was a spiraling ball of anxiety. She needed to start practicing with her partner soon if they were to even stand a chance at placing in the qualifier.

It was that thought that compelled her to approach Boruto again. Despite his irksome personality, he was still the best candidate she had at the moment.

It was just a matter of convincing him.

With a deep breath, Sarada approached the lazing blonde. She stood over him, casting her shadow over his face. The sudden change of light had Boruto blinking open his bright blue eyes. He observed Sarada a moment. "It's you… Sasuke's daughter," he recalled.

She pointed to herself, "Sarada."

"Right. What can I do for you today, Sarada?" Boruto asked as he began to sit up. An easy smile on his lips.

Feeling a little awkward looming over him, Sarada kneeled in the grass so they could talk face to face. "I was serious the other day," she began, but Boruto just blinked at her like he wasn't following. "About you, figure skating… with me. I want you to be my partner."

There was a pregnant pause before he answered. "Oof, I'm sorry, but I think I'm too busy," he grimaced.

Sarada told herself to approach him gently. If she was going to coax him into being her partner, she'd have to be nice.

It was really a shame he made it so difficult.

"Busy?!" Sarada guffawed. "You were just taking a nap in the middle of the fucking day!"

Instead of recoiling in the face of her ire, like most men she met, Boruto just seemed amused. "Did I say busy? I meant I don't want to," he chuckled.

"Please!" Sarada groaned between clenched teeth.

"Why should I?" Boruto shrugged, glancing at passersby. "What's in for me?"

Maybe she should have anticipated that question. It was valid, she was asking a lot out of him, and yet his question still irritated her to the point of clenching her fists.

She didn't really have anything to trade him. She didn't even know what he would want or what to say. Sarada hated looking dumb. Maybe a tactical retreat was in order. She rolled her eyes with a huff. Standing abruptly, she threw her school bag over her shoulder and walked away.

"See ya!" Boruto called after her, his voice laced with humor.

Sarada realized she had a few options, either give up on Boruto, come up with a trade to convince him, or just pester him until he agrees. With an evil grin, she settled on the latter. There were very few people as stubborn as Sarada.

It was surprisingly easy to find him. Just a day after their previous confrontation, she waited patiently outside the rink where the university's hockey team practiced. Sarada decided to try to appeal to emotion this time, banking on him having some underlying desire to help those in need.

She caught Boruto walking out of the locker room with his group of friends. When his blue eyes spotted her, the corner of his mouth curved up. He told his friends to go on ahead.

As she approached him, Sarada realized this was the first time they had interacted standing on even ground. He was almost a whole head taller than her, but she was determined not to let that intimidate her.

"Did you figure out what's in it for me?" Boruto asked as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"What if you just did it out of the goodness of your heart?" she asked with mock sweetness and crossed her arms to mirror his body language.

He leaned closer, invading her personal space. "Who says I have any goodness in my heart?" he teased.

"Please Boruto... I need you." As much as Sarada resented each word as she said them, it was the truth.

"Ooh," a smirk spread across his lips. "Can you say that again?"

"I need you," she grumbled, trying her best to quell her irritation.

He leaned even closer, and Sarada found herself feeling inexplicably nervous. "Okay, now can you moan it in my ear?"

She immediately shoved him away, and scoffed, "you're so annoying and immature!"

Unperturbed by her insults, Boruto just laughed. Sarada stomped away thinking there must be someone else besides this pervert who she can convince.

Somehow there was literally no one else she could convince, so ruefully she was back on Boruto.

On a mission, a determined Sarada entered the university's multistory gym complex that was accessible to all students. Her assumptions proved correct when she found Boruto on the weightlifting floor. He wore a pair of black basketball shorts and an obnoxious hot pink shirt with the sleeves cut off. The armholes dipped so deep, the sides of his abs peeked out.

He was with two of his hockey friends, loitering around a bench press as they all took turns and chatted away. When Boruto broke away from his friends and walked toward the drinking fountain, she knew that was her moment to pounce.

Boruto noticed her out of the corner of his eye as he stood up from taking a drink. He wiped his lips with the back of his hand and left a small smile behind. "I'm truly flattered by your commitment to stalking me," he teased and leaned his shoulder against the wall. Amused blue eyes looked at her expectantly.

"Ugh, I wouldn't be here asking if I wasn't desperate," Sarada huffed, choosing to ignore his comment. Boruto opened his mouth, but before he could say anything a blonde girl neither of them knew approached them.

"Hi," she greeted. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt your conversation with your girlfriend." Even as she alluded to Sarada standing there, the blonde's focus remained solely on Boruto. Sarada frowned at the disruption.

"Oh she's not my girlfriend," Boruto smiled like he knew where this was going.

"Great," the girl beamed and immediately latched on to Boruto's arm. "I was really hoping a big, strong guy like you could help spot me on my squats." Sarada rolled her eyes at the girl's exaggerated flattery.

"No problem," Boruto said, before he looked to Sarada. "I'll be right back."

The blonde led Boruto over to a squat rack she had already loaded. Crossing her arms, Sarada's dark eyes watched impatiently as the girl giggled and touched him at every opportunity before finally actually doing her exercise, only to then rub up against him with each squat.

After the blonde finished her set, she talked to Boruto again, conveniently pulling out a marker and writing something on his hand.

Sarada was shaking her head at him as Boruto came back over to her. He flashed her the phone number written on his palm. "She's looking for a gym buddy," he explained.

"I don't think that's all she's looking for," Sarada scoffed. "That girl was so shameless."

"Completely," he agreed with a grin.

"But I'm sure you just eat that shit up."

"Oh I love it so much," he laughed. "Anyway, where were we?"

"I want you to be my figure skating partner, so what's it going to take?" she pressed. "I'll do anything you want."

"Anything?" he repeated, his smile morphed into something much more devious and suddenly Sarada regretted her choice of words.

She swallowed a nervous lump in her throat with the sudden fear that he might ask for something wholly inappropriate or gross, like sexual favors. "How about you be my servant?"

"Huh?!"

"Ya know, follow me around all the time and do whatever I want, like carry my stuff or bring me food. Actually, if I'm going to be skating twice as often with my practice and yours, maybe I'll need you to rub my feet." Boruto looked as smug as ever.

Sarada was fuming at such a demeaning idea. A refusal and a biting insult were on the tip of her tongue, but the rational part of her brain reminded her that he may be her last hope. "Okay fine," she grumbled.

"Wait really!?" Boruto burst out laughing, not expecting that she would give in.

"But I will only do three requests a day," she clarified. "There's no way I'm following you around and doing everything you want."

"That seems reasonable." He was still trying to contain his laughter, obviously finding this entire situation hilarious.

"And when it comes to our training you have to listen to everything I say without complaint!"

"I think I can do that," Boruto nodded.

"Phone!" Sarada demanded with an outstretched hand. He gave it to her, and she added her contact. "Text me your class schedule, your hockey practice and game schedule, and any other commitments that you have. I'm going to make you a calendar and you're going to follow it to the letter."

"Ooh, you're being so bossy." He leaned in closer, wearing a teasing smirk, and whispered, "I'm kinda turned on right now."

She clenched her fist and shot him an unamused glare. His ability to make everything sexual was honestly astonishing.

It took all of her willpower not to punch him in his pretty boy face. Boruto laughed at her frustrated expression because apparently everything was just a joke to him.

"You're so annoying!" Sarada grumbled and mentally asked what the hell she just got herself into.


A/N: thanks so much for reading! I'd love to hear your thoughts in the comments!