After the— fight? Disagreement?— with Yori, Boruto spent the night at his own home instead of spending the night with Yori. It felt like it had been forever since he had been home, but in reality it had only been a day or two. Sometimes certain days feel like they go on forever.
Boruto woke up feeling sort of numb and alone, but that might have been the hazy just woke up feeling instead of anything else. Boruto tried to ignore it.
When the blond was almost one hundred percent woken up (or at least woken up enough that he could safely crawl out of bed), he quickly rushed to the bathroom to take a shower. He had to share one with Himawari, and if she got to the bathroom first he knew he wouldn't be able to do anything for at least an hour. He quickly stripped and jumped in the shower, turning the water on in a haste. He forgot to step out of the way of the stream of cold water, drenching himself and causing him to shiver. Their water heater always took a while to start working; it was a thing that was on his fathers To Do list, which meant it wouldn't be dealt with anytime soon. Boruto had half a mind to call the plumbers on his own to get it fixed, damn their overpriced rates.
When the water finally heated up to what Boruto considered the perfect temperature, he stepped under the spray and let the water soak through his long hair. He quickly got lost in thought, like he always did when he was in the shower. It seemed ever since he had met the brunette, all his thoughts always brought him back to Yori.
Lathering his cucumber and melon scented shampoo into his hair, he wondered if Yori lost sleep over their disagreement like Boruto did. It reminded the blond of the fights his parents would get into on occasion. His mother, bless her delicate soul, was the master of the silent treatment; his father was the type to argue and fight it out. Their fights were always an odd mixture of both intense silences and brutal training sessions between the two. It was always painful to watch. When they made up, it lasted and it felt like the world was at peace with itself again. Come to think of it, they hadn't gotten into any fights recently.
'Yeah, cuz you have to be home to get into fights,' Boruto scoffed to himself while he rinsed the suds out of his hair, warm soapy water running down the sides of his face and don his back. He made sure not to get any soap into his eyes.
Boruto forced the negative thoughts from his mind. After learning how many issues Boruto had with his father, his therapist told him to try and focus on the positives of his father and his position. The therapist also advised the blond to try and talk to his father about his feelings. Boruto knew he wasn't going to be doing that any time soon.
'At least Dad's making sure we don't all die horrifically in a war or something,' Boruto thought, trying to force his mind to think positive. It was a hard thing to do after a lifetime of focusing on the negatives and letting them plague him.
He quickly lathered some of his sister's rose scented conditioner into his hair, careful not to get any too near his roots. He had yet to buy his own conditioner when he started growing out his hair. Himawari was constantly complaining about running out of conditioner so quickly and she always shot glares toward Boruto when she complained, knowing he was using her hair products. He would never admit it.
Leaving the conditioner in his hair for it to set, he used a wash rag to soap up his body, enjoying the cotton candy smell of the body soap he was using. Girls always had better smelling stuff and Hinata had learned early on to get Boruto the more feminine scents.
Boruto forced his mind to go blank. Sometimes he wished he would stop thinking entirely. His thoughts were his enemy. He had no doubt that his mind would be his enemy forever, a constant battle between the two.
The image of a sleeping Yori came into his mind when he was trying to make it go blank. He debated on taking up meditation to train his mind as he skimmed the yellow wash rag all over the angles and planes of his body. Behind the ears, neck, arms, chest, back, legs, feet. Time to rinse.
He stood back underneath the water to rinse his body and his hair, the warm water heating his skin up. He used his hands to aid the water in the removal of the suds covering his body. He was careful when his fingers touched the still pink scar along his chest.
His thoughts had found their way back to Yori, as if they never wanted to leave him. This time he wasn't focused on what happened the night before at Ichiraku ramen. His mind drifted to thoughts of Yori's smile that had the one crooked canine, Yori's soft lips with the small scar on the top one, his large soft hands that gripped just tight enough, his hairy chest and legs that Boruto wanted to rub against forever, his entire being that Boruto just wanted to bury himself in…
Boruto's hand had wandered down his chest, past his lightly defined abs (because his family's taijutsu training wasn't as intense as the Lee's were thank God), to grasp his slightly erect member when a knock came from the door.
"Bolt! Hurry up! You've been in there a half an hour already and I have to pee!" Himwari's voice whined through the bathroom door.
Boruto huffed and turned the water ice cold. Nothing killed a boner like hearing the voice of your baby sister.
Sitting at the breakfast table, he noted that all the Uzumaki's were present. It was an unusual sight that all the chairs were full. Himawari and him were often out of the house for days on missions (Himawari especially since she outranked the blond) or even sent the night at friends' homes. Their father was often living in his office, not coming home for days and days at a time, referring to sleep there and eat there and change there. Boruto often wondered how their mother felt when everyone left her behind.
Hinata placed a plate stacked high with three different types of pancakes down in the center of the table before sitting gracefully into the seat next to her husband. Boruto remembered that when he was in the Academy, his friends would often spend the night at his house just to eat his mother's cooking.
Naruto leaned over and kissed his wife gently on her soft cheek then on her forehead. Even after all the years they had been together (twenty that coming spring), a light blush decorated her face whenever her husband bestowed any romantic attention on her.
While their parents were being all cute and love-y, Boruto and Himawari attacked the stack of pancakes in front of them, fighting over the chocolate chip pancakes. They brandished their cutlery like swords and Himawari quickly stole the top three pancakes when Boruto lost the grip on his fork after she knocked it out of his hand. He grumbled and took the bottom two chocolate chip pancakes, the slightly less warm ones.
Hinata served herself the blueberry ones she made and served her husband a couple of the plain ones, which he promptly drowned in syrup. Himawari followed her father's lead and soaked the flat food in maple syrup, not leaving a place untouched. Boruto lathered his in butter and reached to the plate next to the pancakes that was filled with sausage and bacon and grabbed two slices of the pork product. He then placed the two pieces of bacon between his pancakes and ate it like a sandwich.
"Bolt's eating with his hands," Himawari complained to their parents, in the typical little sister way.
"'Bolt's eating with his hands,'" Boruto mocked as he took another bite of his makeshift sandwich.
"Stop mocking your sister, Boruto," His father scolded as he cut his pancakes with his fork, a strip of bacon hanging halfway out of his mouth.
"'Stop making fun of your sister, Boruto,'" Boruto mocked his father as he stuffed the rest of his breakfast into his mouth, making his cheeks bulge with the amount he stuffed in them. When he looked up, he was met with the intense Mom Look™ his mother was sending him and he quickly mumbled out a halfhearted apology.
Silence settled over the Uzumaki dining table. Naruto started talking about something or other from his job, Hinata the only one really listening to him speak, a smile perched on her face as she listened. Himawari's attention was split between listening to her father's boring work story about paperwork and discreetly placing the bits of bacon fat she didn't want to eat onto Boruto's plate. Boruto, as usual, was stuck inside his own mind, absentmindedly eating the bits of bacon fat that kept mysteriously showing up on his plate.
"I'm probably going to spend another late night doing paperwork, so don't wait up for me," Naruto announced to his family as he speared a sausage with his fork and brought it up to his mouth and started chomping on it.
Himawari stilled from making a smiley face out of the syrup left on her now empty plate. "You promised you would be at dinner tonight." Himawari's voice became soft and her shoulders sunk in defeat. Hearing the sadness in his daughter's voice made Naruto sad, too. HE hated breaking his promises to his children. When he was younger, he had always kept his promises, but after he became a dad it seemed like all he was doing was breaking promise after promise.
"I'm sorry, Hima, but I've got a lot of paperwork to do," Naruto said in an attempt to let his youngest child down gently.
Himawari still looked sad, but she nodded in understanding. "I guess only mom and Boruto will get to meet my boyfriend at dinner tonight."
Both male Uzumaki's froze.
"B-b-boyfriend?" Naruto stuttered out, breathing hard. He guessed this is how his wife used to feel like when they were younger, trying to force the words out and stumbling over them all, as if they weren't from your first language.
Boruto stared wide eyed at his baby sister. How could she be dating already? His baby sister was too pure for a boyfriend! He knows what boys wanted from their romantic partners! Most days it was a challenge from keeping his hands to himself around Yori!
Boruto whipped his head from staring at his sister to face his parents, the ends of his hair whipping him in his face. He ignored the small stings of pain. He should probably start tying his hair up since it was getting long. "Is she allowed to date? I don't think she's old enough."
Himawari scoffed. "Big brother, I outrank you, so if age meant anything I am sure I'm fine. You're just jealous that I am seeing someone and you're not." Boruto scoffed out loud because he knew different, but he couldn't tell his family that. He didn't know if he would ever be able to tell his family, he would be too nervous about what they really felt.
"Himawari!" Their mother scolded, not liking the tone of voice her daughter was using with her oldest. Himawari was a sweet girl to everyone but her brother, the curse of being the baby sister to a boy.
Naruto set down his cutlery with a clatter. "I don't know, I kinda agree with Bolt; you're only fifteen—."
"— Sixteen," Himawari cut in.
"— Sixteen. Isn't that too young to date?" Naruto turned to face his wife, expecting some kind of backup from the blue haired love of his life. Hinata just calmly took a sip of her hot green tea.
"Naruto, may I remind you that we were together when we were only sixteen," Hinata's calm voice cut through the loud voices of her family, causing all attention to fall on her.
"I was seventeen," Naruto spoke up, crossing his arms over his chest because he knew he was fighting a losing battle.
"Like that makes much of a difference," Boruto muttered, taking a sip of his apple juice.
"Shut up, Boruto, I thought you were on my side," Naruto cried. The younger blond just shrugged in response.
"We gotta think about this objectively," Boruto stated when he placed his cup back on the table. "Himawari has always been a good judge of character and if she ends up marrying this guy, then you'll get a whole herd of grandkids and I will become 'Uncle Bolt'. Everyone will start getting off my back about children this way, cuz you're not getting from me any time soon." Naruto started crying at the thought of his baby having babies because she was too young but he wanted to be a grandfather, dammit! Himawari started blushing and stuttering at the image of marriage and kids.
"Boruto, dinner starts at six. Be home to support your sister," Hinata commanded in her soft voice, trying to bring the conversation back to the matter at hand.
Boruto nodded in understanding. "I have to drop off some paperwork by my therapists', but I will make sure to be here for dinner tonight." At the reminder of his mental health problems, even as vague as mentioning the need to drop off paperwork caused a stillness to fall over the previously loud breakfast table. Mental health issues and homosexuality were similar in Konoha—they were never brought up or they were awkwardly laughed off. Boruto wondered if this is how they would react when he told them he was gay; nervously laughed off or just swept under the rug, a secret everyone knew.
Hinata eventually smiled her soft, motherly smile at her son, making him relax. His mother always made everything better, even with just a smile. She could always contain his father and when he was younger, he was always more scared of getting into trouble with her than with his old man.
The eighteen year old wondered if his mother always had those mom looks before she was even a mom or if she obtained them after birthing two children.
Hinata reached over the table and placed a soft hand on her son's arm and Boruto instantly knew his mother would always be there to support him, no matter what he did in life. Hell, if he defected from Konoha and became a missing nin, he had full confidence his mother would still love him. Having such intense emotion for another person was too intense for the blond to think about.
"I'm glad you're getting the help you need," Hinata said calmly and Boruto felt warmth shoot up though his chest. His father and Himawari nodded their agreement. Boruto's face turned a brilliant red, not being used to so much positive attention to anything he did. He nervously shot up out of his seat and started grabbing the dirty breakfast plates.
"I'm gonna go wash these," Boruto nervously stuttered out before gliding out of the room. When he walked toward the kitchen area (because their dining room and kitchen were part of the same large room) he heard his father tell Himawari that for her, he could make it home for dinner.
"You just wanna grill my new boo," Himawari teased her father.
Naruto nodded, standing up. "That, too."
After Boruto dropped his paperwork off at the therapists' office, he headed to Yori's. He didn't expect the brunette to be there at all. It was only ten in the morning and whenever Boruto spent the night, Yori made him get up at eight so he could go to work. Boruto didn't mind that the brunette wouldn't be there; he just wanted to surround himself in Yori and his hotel room was as close as he could get for now.
When he let himself in the room with the keycard he was given, the blond noticed that Yori's work dress shoes were still by the door and his keys and wallet were still on his dresser. Boruto peeled off his black sandals that all ninja seemed to prefer to wear and he placed them next to Yori's shiny shoes. It looked horrifyingly domestic and it created an achy, warm feeling in the blonds' chest. He wanted this domesticity with this man for forever.
"Sunshine? Is that you?" A terribly familiar voice called out. Boruto noted that Yori wasn't in bed, so he must be in the on suite bathroom. The bathroom itself proved the hotels newness. The old hotels in Konoha had communal bathrooms and Boruto hated every one of them. "Sunshine, I hope that's you, I don't want another run in with the custodial staff."
"No, Bunny, it's me," Boruto called back, now wondering what in the heck happened with the custodial staff.
"Good, come in here."
"Are you taking a dump?" Boruto called back.
"Okay, I'm not that disgusting. Just come in here." Boruto laughed and opened the closed bathroom door, which he assumed Yori closed out of habit since no one else was around.
Boruto was greeted with the sight of Yori soaking in the tub, suds all around him. Boruto never knew the image of a bubble bath could be so arousing, but it always seemed like Yori could do the improbable with him.
Yori raised a dark eyebrow at the beautiful man in front of him who was standing in the doorway just blatantly staring at him. "You wanna take a picture?" Yori joked, raising a handful of bubbles to his mouth and blowing them toward his beloved.
"Are you trying to seduce me?" Boruto asked, mouth dry. "Cuz it's working."
Yori laughed. "If I was trying to seduce you, you would know it. Come on and join me."
Boruto raised an eyebrow at the older man. He noted that Yori's knee caps were sticking out of the water because the tub was too small, every slight movement causing the water to overflow. "You can barely fit in there by yourself, how do you expect both of us to fit in there? Especially since I'm taller than you."
Yori rolled his eyes. "We'll make it fit somehow."
"I think I heard that in a porno once," Boruto retorted and then quickly dodged the shampoo bottle that was thrown at him.
"Get in the damn water, you pervert," Yori commanded, spreading his legs wider as if to make room for the younger man between them. Boruto noted that his dark body hair became even darker because of the water, making the small hair strands stick to his skin. Boruto licked his lips, distracted by the miles of pale, naked skin in front of him.
"Sunshine," Yori sang as he made his hand dance through the water in front of his lap, where he wanted the young blond to sit.
Boruto's face turned scarlet, but he started stripping away his close because he was still comfortable in front of Yori. He didn't do it slowly like a strip tease; he took off his clothes like he was getting in the shower. Black and pink jacket fell tot the floor with a clink noise when the zipper hit the light colored tile floor. Next went his white v-neck t-shirt, fluttering to the floor to the ground softly. Next went his track pants, the drawstring making it easy to take off but they caught on his muscular thighs, needing a little push before they fell down all the way to his ankles where he could just step gently out of them, the black fabric a pool on the ground. His tan, calloused fingertips danced under the elastic waistband of his pink boxers that were decorated with yellow flowers. When he looked up, he was met with the sight of Yori staring at him. When their eyes locked, Boruto trembled. Boruto dropped his boxers; Yori licked his lips. Boruto's skin trembled in excitement.
Yori scooted as far back in the tub as he possibly could, knees bent, the only empty spot still in his lap. Boruto nervously stepped into the warm sudsy water and sat almost completely in Yori's lap, back to chest. His ass brushed against a slightly hard piece of anatomy that they both ignored out loud, but Boruto's body responded to instantly, giving him a little problem of his own. The blonds' knees were sticking out of the water greatly, being taller than Yori with a lot less room in the already small tub. Yori wrapped his pale arms around the chest of the man in his lap. Boruto leaned back in his embrace, leaning his head on the brunette's shoulders.
The two sat in silence for a bit, just enjoying each other's presence alone with the warm water surrounding them, the bubbles around them slowly dying.
"Tell me something about you that I don't already know," Boruto whispered, the calm atmosphere of the bathroom being to delicate to break with loud words.
"There's a lot of thing you don't know about me," Yori murmured back, leaning forward and kissing the blonds scarred cheeks.
"Tell me anything," Boruto quietly said back, clutching the older man's slightly smaller hands between his own, turning to putty beneath his kisses like always, even if they were only cheek kisses.
Yori hummed and started to gently caress the tough skin of Boruto's hands beneath his own. Yori wondered what training he went through to have such rough skin on his hands, but not on his heart. Yori finally decided on some secret thing that Boruto didn't know about him. Thinking about it, there was a lot that Sunshine didn't know about him, but he let the thought slip. "I believe in dragons."
Boruto laughed, having expected something slightly serious. Yori liked the blonds' laugh, twinkling like shattering glass. Yori always liked things that could destroy him. "Really?" Boruto asked, eyes lit up, but Yori couldn't see form their seating position.
"Doesn't your father summon talking toads from like, another world or something? And you're trying to tell me that you doubt the possible existence of dragons?"Boruto snickered, but he couldn't find a fault in anything Yori said.
"You've got me there."
"Do you know how to summon toads?" Yori asked out of pure curiosity and Boruto's happy mood plummeted. It was amazing what little thing could completely destroy his mood. His father would always be something that brought him down, especially since the topic was about the things his father was supposed to have taught him.
"No," He answered, voice soft and fragile. Yori hated the mere sound of it. "My father never had enough time to teach me how to obtain a Summoning Contract with the toads and I didn't want to learn it from anyone else. My father hadn't even taught me how to create the Rasengan; my genin sensei did that." He felt so empty to think about all the lost opportunities he had with his father because of the Hokage position, but Boruto loved his village more than anything. "As I aged, I understood why my father had to give up the time with his family to keep the village safe and in peace, but just because you understand something, doesn't necessarily change the way you feel. I understood that he needed to protect the village, being the strongest shinobi in Konoha, but the dark thoughts lingered, ya know? Maybe if I had been a better son he would've made more time for me. Maybe I was too smart, or too much like him, or not enough like him. Something had to be wrong with me that he wouldn't spend time with me. I was always jealous of my friend Shikadai because his father is my father's advisor, but Shikamaru always made time for his son, no matter what. He would be home at night and wake up in their home every morning."
Yori started kissing the blonds neck, trying to bring Boruto's mind out of the dark thoughts that frequently plagued him. The action brought him back to the present, but the dark thoughts were always there in the back of his mind, lingering, waiting for any time to take control.
"Tell me something about you," Yori murmured into his scarred skin.
Bortuo thought for a minute, trying to find some super secret within himself that no one else knew about and he came up blank. "I'm a giant momma's boy," He blurted out. It wasn't some giant secret, but sometimes it was the little things that were worth sharing.
Yori nodded, looking one hundred percent serious. "Makes sense."
Yori shrugged. "You just look like a big momma's boy. It might be all the pink."
"Eat shit, Bunny."
"Tell me something I don't know about you," Boruto asked again, reaching out to touch Yori's hairy, knobby knee. Maybe he liked Yori's body hair because he himself had so little, the tiny blond hairs all over his body appearing invisible unless you looked really closely. Maybe it was just the long dark hairs screamed pure man, and Bortuo liked that.
Yori thought for a second, absentmindedly twirling his hands through lukewarm water.
"When I was around your age, I was married," Yori stated, causing Boruto to freeze. Yori either didn't notice or didn't care because he continued on. "It wasn't my baby momma, it was girl I had dated throughout school. Back home, we go to school until we're sixteen, not like you kids in Konoha, and you can also get married at sixteen since you become of age. I loved her, that's no doubt, but I didn't love myself back then. You see, back then I pretended to be straight. I'm not completely gay, but I'm not completely straight either, and some days I think that's harder to admit to yourself than being completely one or the other. Throughout our marriage, I had all these doubts on my sexuality and I wouldn't talk to her about it and eventually that doubt ate away at our relationship. We divorced when were 18 and I don't regret it, cuz even with the love we didn't fit right, but some days I wonder 'what if?'"
"She's married now and she's happy and I'm happy," when he said that he looked down at the blond in his lap and shot him w radiant smile and confidently squeezed his arm. Yori's look didn't reassure him, self doubt floating around his head. A lifetime of being not quite good enough had placed his self confidence in a dark corner he doubted it would ever come out of. "Sometimes you can't help wondering, even when you are happy." Yori looked down at Boruto, and Boruto could tell that he wasn't there, in that bathroom with him, but he was looking at an alternate universe where he was still with his first love.
"Sometimes wondering what could have been ruins the now," Bortuo whispered aloud, as he started picking the skin around his fingernails. Yori hummed in agreement, leaning forward to kiss Boruto's lightly freckled shoulder.
They sat there, in the stillness of the impersonal, temporary bathroom, the only sounds around them the dripping of the leaky bathtub faucet and their shallow breathing.
"Tell me something about you," Yori asked into the quietness of the room.
"I love you," Boruto stated confidently, voice even because he knew how he felt. Back to Yori's chest, he didn't see his facial expression.
Yori sighed and leaned forward to rest his forehead on the back of the blonds' head, breath tickling the tiny blond hairs there. "Oh, Sunshine, I love you, too."
Hearing his Bunny say that should have made him happy, but for some reason a stone was placed on his heart.
Boruto woke up in a soft bed with soft sheets all around him, white and blinding and temporary. A warm figure was beside him, stealing the majority of the blankets and hogging most of the bed. A soft smile flitted across his face at the thought of his lover lying next to him.
Boruto sat up, the pristine sheet falling down to his waist, revealing his uncovered skin. Boruto blushed at the remembrance of climbing into bed with Yori after drying off after the bath, not even bothering to put clothes on, They had both were sleepy after their bath and why hide from the person who knew him the best?
A throaty voice spoke, "That blush looks phenomenal on you. I should make you blush more." The red color adorning his face darkened and a soft hand reached out to caress the warm skin. Boruto closed his eyes when it made contact with his scarred cheeks, thumb rubbing in small circles.
"You're so beautiful," Yori breathed and Boruto opened his eyes to look at the lover that was caressing him. He felt the softness of his hands and the lines by his eyes and around his mouth—all small signs of age but all present and all a reminder.
"Most people tell me I'm beautiful like my father with his eyes and hair or gorgeous like my mother with her face, but I've never been called beautiful just for myself before," Boruto told Yori, a fact that had drilled doubt into him, reminding him he could never escape the restraints society had placed on him because of his parents. He was strong because they had been, he was beautiful because they had been— nothing was ever his alone.
"Fuck 'em," Yori said, grasping Boruto's slender jaw in his hands. "Fuck them all. Yeah, your parents are beautiful and brilliant people, but dammit, you are the reason you're you. They don't get to take credit for everything about you. You are beautiful not only because of your genetics, but theres this damn light about you that you have, and only you. I don't think I have ever felt this way about another living person. You, you are so beautiful and pure and alight and when you look at me sometimes, you light me up inside with liquid sunshine and —."
Boruto cut him off with a kiss, hand gripping the back of his neck and pressing their lips together hard. Yori's hand started tangling in his shoulder length hair and he gripped tight at the roots and Boruto let out a high pitched squeak and Yori kissed him harder, lips slightly chapped against his own but that was alright as he liked the rough feeling. When Yori pulled away and started attacking his neck, using lips and teeth and Boruto was left breathing hard and fast.
Yori pushed him on to his back and placed his leg between both of Boruto's and they looked into each other's eyes and he asked, "Is this okay?"
And between harsh breaths, Boruto said, "Make me yours. I want to have a piece of you for forever."
This time, when Boruto woke, he awoke to the feeling of another's skin pressed up tightly against his and soiled sheets all around him. He sleepily turned to look at the alarm clock on the side table where he was facing. The numbers read 7:10 in a slightly ominous green light.
Then it clicked.
"FUCK!" Bortuo yelled, pushing his sleeping man away from him and standing up on the bad and jumping over the grown man onto the ground. This action pulled at the light skin on his stomach, which was covered in dry come and Boruto sent a disgusted look to the mess on his body. "That's just gross."
"Why did I just wake up to you crawling over me?" Yori asked in nhis sleep filled voice, still lying on his back.
"I promised Hima I would be there at dinner because she's bringing a boy and I am SO late… where are my clothes?!"
"Bathroom," Yori said, stretching out an arm and pointing. Boruto rushed into the room with legs weak and pulled on his underwear and pants before cursing and wetting a rag to get the mess off of his stomach.
"Next time remind me to get this shit off me before it dries," Boruto called out, receiving a chuckle in answer. When he finally got it all off, he quickly pulled on his shirt and jacket and rushed back out of the room.
"Next time, huh?" Yori smiled up at him and Boruto had to stop for a quick kiss before he ran out of the room.
"Next time," Boruto promised as he pulled on his shoes and ran out the door.
Boruto ninja ran the next fifteen minutes to his home, climbing across the top of buildings to reserve time. He cursed his luck, his self, and he cursed Yori for him being late (though he would have still done it all over again).
Bolt arrived at the house when his family was standing on the porch with the mysterious boyfriend. It seemed like he was leaving, as Boruto was an hour and thirty minutes late to dinner.
His mother and father's smiling faces told Boruto that they approved of this guy, who he still hadn't seen the face of. All he could see of the guy was brunette hair in a tight ponytail.
"Hey, sorry I'm late— Shikadai?!" Boruto asked loudly when the brunette turned around when he heard his friends voice.
"Sup, dude," Shikadai nodded in greeting, cool look on his face.
Boruto scrutinized the Nara in front of him, looking him up and down. Shikadai stood up to his full height (a drastic five inches taller than his friend), not backing down from the Older Brother look he was getting.
Bortuo shrugged. "I was nervous about Himawari dating, but it's just Shika. We probably should be more concerned about Hima hurting him than him hurting her." Hinata giggled.
Staring at the faces of his family, he could tell that over all, they were mad at him. His mother was forgiving but gave him a disappointed look. Himawari glared at him, cold and steady, mad at her older brother that always broke his promises. His father was looking at him with an angry look.
"Where have you been running off to, Bolt?" Naruto's voice was strong and stern and unforgiving.
"I was busy with a friend," Boruto said to placate his father, who huffed at him. He knew when his son was blowing him off.
To stop a fight out in public, Hinata placed a hand gently on her husband's chest. "Shikadai, it was nice to see you again. Stop by anytime, and please extend that invitation to your parents. My husband and I are glad that you are the man dating our daughter. She is in good hands with you." Shikadai and Himawari turned red, but tightened their grip on each other's hands. "Have a good night," Hinata told him as she dragged her husband inside.
When the older adults left the group, a silence fell over the three.
Himawari turned to her brother and said words that would haunt him for the rest of his life.
"How come whenever anything is supposed to be about another person for once, you make it about you?" She didn't even let him reply; she just kissed Shikadai's cheek and stomped inside the house. Boruto stared after her sadly, guilt in his stomach.
"You fucked up, Boruto," Shikadai said as he stuffed his hands in his pockets.
"I know that, Shika," Boruto snapped at his childhood friend who just raised an eyebrow at his tone.
"I hope whoever girl you fucked was worth disappointing your sister," Shikadai commented. Boruto froze, dread filling his stomach. No, no, no how did he know? Did he have some sort of superpower? Did he see him with Yori and assume? Or was it the Nara smarts?
"You have a necklace of hickies," Shakadai said as he pointed at the blond's neck. Boruto turned red and shifted his neckline to try valiantly hiding the marks. Shikadai chuckled and turned around, starting to walk away.
Boruto decided then and there that he could be open with his oldest friend. Even with years of not being as close as they once were, he knew he could trust the Nara with anything.
"It wasn't a girl," He called out after his friend, voice strong and confident.
Shikadai Nara, one of the most graceful boys from their Academy class and jonin at the age of fifteen, stumbled. He turned around to face his childhood best friend with wide eyes.
"Shit," was all that he said.
A/N: SORRY I HAVENT BEEN UPDATING I'VE HAD A NEW JOB AND SCHOOL WAS HARD AND I AM SO SORRY.
I HOPE YOU LIKE THE NEW CHAPTER. TELL ME WHAT YOU LIKE ABOUT IT; TELL ME WHAT YOU DON'T LIKE.
Also I do not know how often I will be able to update, but it will at least be soon.