Sarada was practically giddy as she made her way to the ice complex that afternoon hugging a box to her chest. The costume designer really made her vision come to life and she couldn't wait to show Boruto.

She found him lounging on the rink-side bleachers, phone in hand when she walked in.

Who was he texting all the time anyway? Sarada could only imagine it was one of his 'million girlfriends' as Himawari so eloquently put it.

Curiosity had her watching him for a moment as he grinned down at his phone, thumbs typing away. When his eyes widened, then he smirked and nodded to himself, Sarada couldn't help but wonder what was just said to him… unless it was a picture.

Sarada cleared her throat to get his attention and Boruto jumped from surprise and immediately slipped his phone into his pocket. "What's up?" he greeted, with a forced nonchalance that made Sarada all the more suspicious.

"What were you just doing on your phone? Sexting?!"

Boruto facepalmed as he chuckled, "I can't believe you just used that word."

"But you don't deny it?!"

"I'm curious as to why that was your first assumption," he said as he stood up and approached her. "You seem to have a strong association with me and sex. Should we unpack that?"

Sarada blushed, unsure how he so effortlessly turned the situation around on her. He was the one who should be getting embarrassed, not her!

Boruto looked down at her with a teasing glimmer in those impossibly blue eyes and Sarada knew she needed to shut this conversation down immediately. "I have never thought about having sex with you!" she declared.

The smirk that spread across his lips had Sarada's stomach doing somersaults. "I merely mentioned me having sex, but your mind turned that into us having sex. Interesting, don't you think?"

Shit!

"Look! Costumes!" Sarada yelped in a weak attempt at a subject change, holding the box between their faces to escape his blue gaze. Boruto just laughed as he took the box from her hands and opened it.

"I need you to try it on to see if we need to make any alterations," Sarada told him.

"Did you want to help me undress?" He teased and Sarada rolled her eyes as she fought the heat that pinkened her cheeks.

"Shut up and go change in the bathroom or something."

Boruto was laughing to himself as he retreated into the bathroom with the box. He came out several minutes later dressed in his costume, which consisted of black pants that were tight but stretchy, a white dress shirt with billowy sleeves that left some of his chest exposed, and black suspenders.

The outfit was much more understated than the costumes he had seen at his one visit to that skating store, and he silently thanked Sarada for not forcing him into some bedazzled monstrosity.

He set the costume box down and gave a slow turn before looking at Sarada expectantly. She eyed him up and down, happy with how everything seemed to fit. "You look good," she nodded.

"Oh yeah?" Boruto smirked, running his thumbs under his suspenders. "Do these do anything for you?"

"Well now that you mention it..." Sarada stepped towards him, a sly smile on her face. He watched as she ran her fingers over his suspenders, then suddenly pulled them back and let go so they snapped against his chest.

Boruto gasped, but more from surprise than actual pain. "They could serve as an effective form of punishment," she teased.

"Ooh, kinky," he husked with a suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows

"Oh my god," Sarada rolled her eyes and laughed. "You're the worst."

Boruto just grinned all too amused by himself. "Aren't you going to put your outfit on for me?"

"You really want to see it?" she asked.

"Yeah!"

Sarada couldn't hide her excitement as she swiped up the box and ran back into the bathroom to try on her costume.

A beaming Sarada walked out a few moments later. Her costume had tight, sheer long sleeves that made it look like dazzling flames were painted on her skin. The body of her short dress was covered in glittering fire details that swirled all over her fluttering skirt.

Boruto approached her without a word, critical blue eyes roamed over her costume. Sarada bit her lip, weirdly nervous in anticipation of his response. She didn't really consult him in their costume choice and now she almost feared he didn't like it.

His fingers reached up and delicately stroked the flame-colored sequence on her arm. "Oooh ow!" He jerked his hand away like she had burnt him. "Damn, you're so hot!"

Sarada tried to fight back the smile that threatened her lips. "You're dumb."

"But really though, I like it a lot."

Butterflies (she was determined to ignore) fluttered in her stomach at his compliment. "Well, since we're already in costume, today's practice can be a dress rehearsal. We need to get used to moving and performing in these outfits."

"Fine by me," he replied, his eyes still wandering over her.


A sulking Boruto made his way over to the hockey team's facility, absolutely dreading practice. He hadn't talked to anyone on his team since the whole debacle when his figure skating came to light.

"Aye, Boruto!" Shikadai called, jogging to catch up with him. Boruto huffed, crossing his arms and turning away from his friend. "What's your problem?"

Boruto glared at him out of the corner of his eye. "We're fighting."

"Why?" Shikadai asked, an amused eyebrow raised.

Boruto turned to face him and scoffed. "What do you mean why?! It was you and Iwabe that instigated the whole team making fun of me last week!"

"Wait, is that why you didn't text me back all weekend?" Shikadai laughed, and Boruto responded with a petulant frown. "Get over yourself man, no one actually cares. We were just fucking with you. If you haven't noticed the team always rags on each other, it just rarely happens to you, because there's nothing to get you for."

"That's not true!" Boruto pouted.

"Are you kidding?! People are always telling Iwabe he's dumb as shit and not a single day goes by that I don't hear a joke about my fucking mom!"

Boruto's hand came up to cover the grin that was creeping onto his face. It was true, Boruto himself loved telling jokes about Temari slapping the shit out of Shikadai.

"You're a real bastard, you know that?" Shikadai shook his head at Boruto's futile attempts to hide his chuckles. "Quit getting so butt hurt, we're a team even if we love to give each other shit. You're just going to have to get used to it."

"Yeah, yeah," Boruto grumbled with a dismissive wave. But he knew Shikadai was right.

He had been so sensitive about the subject that he even snapped at his dad when in reality none of the important people in his life judged him for figure skating.

He really worried for nothing.


A/N: Just a quick update this time! I didn't feel like these scenes made sense with the next chapter, so I decided to break them up. I'll follow up with the next chapter soon! thanks so much for reading!