Sunset | Smile | Protect
Anyone seen Great Teacher Onizuka? It's an old anime from the 90s that I just finished a few days ago. Not a binge worthy show (until the last few episodes) but definitely a good sit down and watch to de-stress show. This one shot will be based on that. Sorry in advance for Boruto's behavior xD I promise this is a borusara fic and it does follow the prompt :D It just takes a bit to get there...
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Boruto sighed, yawning and stretching atop the old couch he picked up off of the side of the road to furnish his meager living space. Another long day lay ahead of him, but the posters of his favorite blonde idol in a bikini on the old dusty walls made waking up worth his while.
His apartment was an unused storage room on the rooftop of the middle school where he worked. He'd decked it out as best he could. Other than the empty burger wrappers lying around and the SNES controllers he forgot to put away the day before, it was decently clean... Which reminded him. He still never managed to beat the last level of Ninja Fighter II. Maybe Denki would give him some more tips after school.
He threw on a T-shirt and some jeans and stumbled into the boy's bathroom to brush his teeth. After tromping down two flights of stairs, he arrived at the teacher's shared office room to grab a coffee and a smoke before his day started.
"B-B-Boruto-sensei!"
Boruto casually turned his head over his shoulder, leaning it back with a lit cigarette poking out of his mouth. "What's up, principal?"
"Your motorcycle is parked sideways! Please fix it!"
Parked sideways? Maybe after getting back late from an unsuccessful night of pachinko, he'd parked the wrong way. Boruto wasn't awake enough for this. He'd have to go all the way upstairs, grab his key, come all the way back down, and move his bike a few inches. With a heavy sigh, he slumped his shoulders. Until he looked out the window.
The principal's shiny white car was in mint condition. "You repaired your Cresta?"
Ebisu was quick to block the window. "D-Don't even think about laying a hand on it!"
"My bad," said Boruto, itching the back of his neck sheepishly. "I really didn't think Denki was going to try and jump off the roof... But lucky thing your car was there to break our fall!"
"You're the insane one for jumping with him," Ebisu muttered.
Boruto tilted his head. He couldn't quite hear Ebisu, but it almost sounded like he called him insane. What else was he supposed to do when one of his students was trying to commit suicide? Of course he had to jump off the roof with him and break his fall.
"Everything turned our alright in the end, didn't it?"
"More importantly," he put his hands on Boruto's back and ushered him towards the door. "Please go fix your-"
"Boruto."
Boruto grinned, raising his eyebrows blonde eyebrows at the pencil skirt hugging the female teacher's slender legs. "Morning, Sarada-sensei." Black stockings and shiny red heels. A scowl crinkling her cute little face behind maroon glasses and cherry red lipstick. Boy, if that didn't do something for him.
"Your bike is in my parking spot. Move it."
"Yes ma'am." Boruto usually didn't take orders from anyone. Unless it was Sarada. There was just something about the way she reprimanded him that was undeniably... Hot. Sexy? Both. He specifically went out to the parking lot without his keys and looked through the window to see if she was watching. Sure enough, her jet-black eyes were narrowed in his direction, waiting for him to move his bike out of the way.
He flexed a few times for show. Then, with great effort that outwardly seemed like it was no big deal, he picked up the 200kg Kawasaki Z750RS Z II by the back fender and adjusted it to be straight. But as he swept his hands off, the crash behind him made him recoil.
His bike was getting rather cozy with the principal's white cresta. Great. When he heaved it back into a standing position and inspected the damage, it wasn't as bad as before. The only thing was, now he had nothing to use as an excuse not to pay the repair fees. And payday wasn't coming until next week.
Ebisu came rushing out of the teacher's office, holding the bandanna that kept the wig on his head. "M-M-My Cresta!"
"Hehe, It's not that bad principal! You can still drive it! That's the important thing, right?"
Ebisu's teeth grinded back and forth, fists clenched, shoulders shaking. Boruto took one step back. And then... He made a run for it.
"Boruto-sensei! Get back here! Completely unbelievable- you!" Ebisu tripped and fell on his face, cracking his round circular glasses. "Curse you...!"
Boruto took that as his sign to make a clean get away. He sprinted past the entrance gates and cherry blossoms, mingling with the students to hide, and found a very specific student who he'd been waiting on for three full days to deliver something very important. "Inojin!"
Inojin turned, his blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail. "Hm? Boruto-sensei. Good morni-"
Boruto grabbed him by the arm and hauled him around the side of the building, checking anxiously to make sure no one else was there. The second the coast was entirely clear, his panic faded into a sly sleazy grin. "Those pictures... Did you finish them yet?"
"Hm? Ah." He pulled his backpack off of his shoulders.
Boruto's nostrils flared in anticipation. Finally. They were finally here.
"You really sure this is okay? She's going to kill you if she finds these."
"Come on Inojin," said Boruto, throwing an arm around his shoulders. "You don't really think she could kill me, do you?"
Inojin sighed. He handed the pictures over.
Boruto practically drooled. "He... Hehe... Hehehe..." Inojin was a master of photoshop. He tried to get Boruto fired at the beginning of the year by putting up posters of him engaging in sleazy activities. But after figuring out how skilled he really was, Boruto asked him for a favor instead of reprimanding him. And that favor was finally here.
He connected Sarada's head with a few swimsuit models, and even managed to get her sizes accurate. She was leering, glasses off. And in the last picture... His eyes bulged. "Wai- Where did you get this?"
Inojin smirked. "I threw that one in as a special service."
Cherry red nails dragged along the hood of a black 70s convertible, fishnet stockings and jean shorts so short they practically looked like fringed underwear. Leather jacket off one shoulder with a black sports bra hugging her chest, her other finger pressed against her pursed ruby lips. He was tempted to say he came down with a cold and spend the rest of the day locked in his room with a box of tissues.
"Pay up. You promised 3,000 yen."
"I know, I know..." He dug his wallet out of his pocket without taking his eyes off the pictures. And forked over every last coin.
"Oi... This isn't even 1500..."
"Payday comes next week. Until then let me—"
Inojin tried to snatch the pictures from his hands, but Boruto tucked them into the front of his waistband with a sly grin.
And that was when the bell rang.
"Crud! We're gonna be late. Let's make a run for it!" He grabbed the collar of Inojin's blazer and dragged him into the classroom, just barely opening the door by the time the last chime of the bell rung out. "Safe!"
"Boruto-sensei," called Namida. "What will our lesson be on today?"
"I was thinking we could launch bottle rockets at the PE teacher again!" Boruto smiled. "But before that, I've gotta take attendance. Denki!"
"Here..."
"Mitsuki!"
"Present."
"Wasabi!"
"Ugh."
He went down the list until there was no one left. "Good! Looks like everyone is here. That being said, PE doesn't start until third period. I guess we should get started with social studies."
"I have something to talk about!" Iwabe raised his hand from the back of the room.
"Hm? What is it Iwabe?"
"I heard Sarada-sensei is going out with some new hot guy."
Boruto's jaw dropped. "W-W-W-What did you just say?" He scrambled to the back of the classroom and grabbed Iwabe's shirt collar into a tight fist. "You better not be joking."
"Heh." Iwabe laughed and threw a picture down on his desk. "See for yourself."
Boruto stared at the picture. To the left was Sarada. Even though there were thousands of girls in Shibuya with jet black textured hair and long bangs, he knew that backside from a mile away. To her right was some guy... With a blonde buzzcut and shaggy mohawk. "Huh?!"
"Heh. I bet not even you were expecting that."
He wasn't. Especially since he knew the guy Sarada was "going out" with.
Kawaki. One of his biggest rivals from the good old days when Boruto was the boss of Shibuya's biggest gang. And unfortunately, on top of being his rival, Kawaki was also his adopted brother. They hadn't seen each other in years, but that terrible haircut and slouch couldn't belong to anyone else.
"Today's lesson... Is a self study!"
"Ehhhh?!" All of the students pouted.
"I'm taking the day off!"
He'd taught the students thousands of lessons in the past. He turned the crybaby Namida into a movie star, saved Sumire from her own twisted mental state and brought her back to school, fixed Metal's anxiety (for the most part), and straightened out Iwabe's delinquent behavior once he figured out he had a mommy complex. And boy was his mom hot. But not as hot as Sarada.
Sarada wasn't the type to let some guy take her out. And whoever threatened her had to be just as bad, if not worse, than him. He knew she'd never been with a man from the way she got all flustered by his advances. The way she came to him every now and again for advice on how to deal with difficult students when it would've been easy for her to make anyone behave with a little fanservice.
Uchiha Sarada was that much of a woman and yet she had no idea how to flirt, and only a mild understanding of when she was being flirted with. She still didn't get why the middle school boys drooled over her with far too much enthusiasm for her history lessons, or why the girls tried to bully her.
And that was why, he perceived his adopted brother to be a threat instead of playing him off like the usual guys who went running with their tails in between their legs the second he showed up on their doorstep with a toothy grin and a baseball bat.
It was useless to ask either of them directly about it... So he decided to spend the day tailing his dear old brother to see what he was up to.
Sneaking past the teacher's office and out to the parking lot, he found his Kawasaki bike's tires flat as a sheet of paper. There were clear puncture wounds, stabbed with a sharp pen. Sabotaged by Ebisu. He shouldn't have expected any less... But now he would have an excuse not to pay repair fees on the Cresta. And with his buddy Shikadai running the bike shop, he'd get his tires replaced for free.
After making a quick phone call for a fix-up in the school parking lot, a few of his favorite students appeared to his left.
"Going to track down Sarada-sensei's boyfriend?"
"'S not her boyfriend," Boruto growled, starting on his walk.
"Jealous, Boruto-sensei?" Iwabe chided, elbowing his arm.
"Of course! No can take Sarada-chan... Especially not him."
"Huh?" Inojin raised a blonde eyebrow. "Sensei, you know this guy?"
"Yeah," he said, putting a smoke into his mouth and lighting it up. He took a moment to suck in the good old cloudy air and breathe it out again before replying. "He's my brother."
"What?! Your brother?"
"You never told us you had a brother."
"He's adopted," Boruto grumbled, waiting under the overhang for the bus. He finished his cigarette and flicked it into one of the ash trays, foul mood carrying over to his whispering students.
"This is bad. Boruto-sensei's brother has a thing for Sarada-sensei."
"We can't let her get taken! I'm sure Boruto-sensei will do something about it."
An uncharacteristically happy voice bubbled up from the back of the group. "I personally think there's nothing wrong with her dating who she wants to date."
Boruto turned around, seething, his mouth pulled down into an ugly frown. "You think it's fine for her to date an ex-gang member who killed a guy? Huh Mitsuki?"
Mitsuki put his hands up in surrender with his usual Mitsuki grin.
Boruto just heaved a sigh in return, his shoulders slumped. "But ya know... I don't know what he's up to. That Kawaki."
"How come you don't know?" Metal asked. "He's your brother."
"Adopted brother," Boruto reminded them as the bus pulled up to the stop, "and we hardly ever talk. I hope he's still living in the same place, that piece of trash." He climbed onto the bus and looked at the driver. "Ah, he'll be paying for me."
Iwabe's eyebrow twitched as Boruto slid into a seat, his accusatory finger returning to his side. "Boruto-sensei... Pay for your own bus fee, dammit! You really don't have 220 yen?!" When Boruto shook his empty wallet with a pout, Iwabe begrudgingly put the extra coins into the change meter and went to sit down next to him. "So? You're going to talk to him?"
"Not talk," said Boruto, wrapping a white handkerchief around his head and sliding some aviator sunglasses onto his face, "tail."
The students went on asking him more questions about his unfortunate sibling until the bus came to its last stop. Boruto hopped out the side door and onto the city streets, popping a fresh cigarette into his mouth. For a school day, Shibuya was already bustling with people, delinquents skipping class and young girls and boys out shopping for the latest trends.
"So? Where does he live?"
"I think... It's this way."
Boruto led the group down a side alley, running across some middle aged guys in suits that glared at them from over their sunglasses. Boruto glared right back. He left his hands in his baggy jean's pockets and continued walking until he was at a towering apartment complex. "Hmm... Was it here?"
All of the students slouched their shoulders simultaneously. "You'd better not be leading us around in circles..."
"How can you not know where your own brother's house is?"
"Like I said," Boruto threw his smoke to the side and stomped on it. "He's adopted. Iwabe... Show me that picture again."
Iwabe took the photo out of his pocket. "Here."
It looked like they were in the hotel district... But the background was too blurry to be certain. He'd kill Kawaki if he took Sarada anywhere near a love hotel. "Where'd you take this photo at?"
"If I remember correctly, it was right after I walked out of an arcade. She walked away attached to his arm."
Boruto's teeth gritted. "Ka...wa...ki..."
Hands came up to massage his shoulders. "Now now," said Metal. "We shouldn't panic! First assess the situation. Is there anything else she could have been doing with him?"
"...Going out for lunch?" Inojin suggested.
"Not likely," Boruto grimaced. "Sarada-chan... Why did you have to pick the worst possible guy to get involved with?"
"Let's not give up hope!" Metal cheered. "Come on. Iwabe, take us to that arcade."
The group walked until they were outside of a lively arcade, crane games and pinball machines humming and buzzing to attract any interested passerby. "Iwabe."
"What?"
"Gimme a 10-yen coin."
"Huh? Why do you need a 10-yen coin?"
The moment it was in his hands, Boruto popped it into a pinball machine and started playing.
"Oi! My 10 yen!"
"Consider it a service. Oh! Lucky me. I hit the jackpot."
"We didn't come here to mess around! We came here to find Kawaki!"
"And why might you be needing Kawaki?"
Boruto turned away from his game at the sweet voice of a woman, his eyes wandering the candy she was. Dark blue hair with pink highlights, curves in all the right places, a white shirt that was just see through enough to reveal her slender arms but to his great misfortune, not her bra, turquoise pins on her short black shorts that revealed smooth white creamy legs all the way down to her platform heels.
"N-N-N-Nice to meet you! I'm Uzumaki Boruto, twenty-two years old and single!" He bowed waist deep.
"Hm... Boruto-kun. Allow me to ask you again. What business do you have with Kawaki?"
"Don't worry about that," said Boruto, a sly grin on his face as he picked up the beautiful woman's hand. "How about we go have some fun? I'll win you whatever prize you want," he slurred, siding up to her with a grin.
"Like I said." The woman pulled her hand back and placed it on her hip. "I'm only interested to know what you want with my darling Kawaki."
"D-D-Darling?!" Boruto's jaw dropped. "Don't tell me... You're his girlfriend?"
The woman suddenly flushed, hiding her cheeks with the back of her delicate hand, pink painted nails pointed towards her palm. "Nothing like that..."
He sighed. "So? If you're not his girlfriend, who are you?"
"My name is Eida... And Kawaki is my one true love."
Boruto felt the urge to vomit. "True... Love?"
"It was love at first sight," she said, her turquoise eyes blinking up at the hotel in the distance under long thick eyelashes. "He was the first one to ever spit on the ground by my shoes in disgust. Most men ogle me the way those boys are now."
When Boruto looked to his left, his students were all standing there, slack jawed with pink on their faces, their hands folded in front of their belt buckles. He sighed. Perhaps a woman of this caliber was too much for fifteen-year-old boys like them, even if they'd been held back and she was a little off her rocker.
"So? Eida-chan, was it? Have you seen any other girls loitering around Kawaki lately?"
"Other girls? Not that I know of... And if there was, I'd make sure they were gone."
"Gone? Like gone gone?" Metal squeaked.
"Hm? It's not very hard to get a girl to leave a man alone," she said, trailing one finger across her glossy pink lips. "Especially if I ask nicely."
The students gulped.
Boruto folded his arms and resumed the air of a distinguished gentleman. "Ma'am... If that's the case, I have a favor to ask."
"What is it?"
"There seems to be a girl loitering around your beloved Kawaki... If possible, would you mind playing the part of his girlfriend in front of her?"
"G-Girlfriend?" She stuttered. "I'm not sure..."
"Come on," said Boruto, leading her by the shoulders in the direction of where he assumed Kawaki lived. "It shouldn't be that hard. You don't want him getting taken by anyone else, do you? I'm not even sure Kawaki could say no to a girl like you."
"If... If I play the role of his girlfriend, will you help me become... Will you help me become her for real?"
"Heh... Kawaki is a tough nut to crack. But I'll do whatever I can! After all, he's my brother."
"Your... Brother?"
"Yup!"
Boruto led her back to Kawaki's apartment and staked out behind a trashcan.
"If you're his brother, why are you spying on him?"
"I'm just waiting for the other girl to show up," said Boruto, his voice hushed. "What, you've never done this before?"
"I... can't say I haven't..." Eida pushed a lock of her blue hair behind her small ear to reveal dangling crescent earrings. "But won't the other girl show up where Kawaki is? He isn't here right now."
"...Where is he?"
"If I remember correctly, he should be at work."
"Work?!"
"Hm. I should've known not to expect much from you... Follow me."
Eida led them through the alleyways until they were on the other side of the arcade, across from a bar. He peered through the glass doorway. Sure enough, Kawaki was inside, his terrible haircut shaking along with the metal cups in his hands. A white apron was wrapped around his waist, a black collared shirt covering his chest.
The men he'd seen earlier in suits with sunglasses took up one of the booths on the far side, meaning Kawaki was a bartender at a famous Yakuza haunt. Boruto gulped. Gangs were one thing, but he didn't particularly want to anger the yakuza.
"So? Is she there? This girl you're waiting for."
"I don't see her," Boruto said, acting rather suspicious as he peered through the glass. "Let's wait."
They waited. And waited. And waited, until the sun was drooping low in the sky.
"I have to go home soon or mom is going to be worried," said Iwabe, groaning. "This was a waste of time."
"Heh," Inojin smirked. "Go ahead home to your mommy. Don't wanna be late for dinner and a bedtime story."
"Shut it! I stopped getting read bedtime stories when I was 12!"
"I should also be heading home," said Metal. "My daily training regimen will not be complete for the week if I don't get in 100 pushups by the end of today!"
"I'm just tired of being here," said Inojin, waving his hand over his shoulder. "Good luck with finding Sarada-sensei."
Boruto blinked. "Oi! Guys!"
"I'm still here."
Mitsuki made him jump back. Somehow, the kid almost always seemed to turn invisible. "I see," said Boruto, turning back towards the bar.
"But I should probably get going as well. See you later, Boruto-sensei."
"Ah. See ya Mitsuki."
A few more minutes of waiting impatiently, and Boruto let out a sigh. "Well, if she's not going to show up, that's perfectly fine with me. But Eida-chan..." Boruto's smile took on the same sleaze it had when he first laid eyes on her. "Can I have your number? You know... To give you advice about my brother."
"I don't think I'll be needing your advice," said Eida, standing to her feet. "This search has gone nowhere."
"Come on, Eida-chan," he whined. "Pleeaaseee?"
"I'm not inclined to-"
"Now, now, don't be so stiff! It finally became just the two of us. Let's go out and have fun in the arcade!" Boruto was practically hanging off of her, Eida attempting to kick him away.
"Let go of me! You-"
"...Boruto?"
Boruto spun around. "Sarada!"
"What are you doing?"
Boruto quickly sprung away from Eida. "Hehe, I was just-"
"He was flirting with me," Eida said, pointing at him. "If he's yours, please take him home."
"I wouldn't claim that idiot in a million years," Sarada sighed, folding her arms over her chest. "So? Why are you out flirting with women in Shibuya instead of teaching? I wasted my time, asking the other students where you'd gone off to."
"...You came looking for me?"
"Only to tell you that the principal demands 100,000 yen in repair fees for the damage your bike caused his Cresta."
"100,000 yen?! There's no way I can pay that. Even when my paycheck gets here, I'll still be short on cash! How does he expect me to eat?"
"Maybe you should just starve so you disappear and stop making noise outside my restaurant," said a new voice, the owner passively irate.
Boruto looked over to find his brother glaring down at all of them from the top of the three steps that led to his small bar, his arms folded over his chest. And Boruto knew what he had to do.
Marching up to him, he glared straight into his dark eyes. "Why were you with Sarada yesterday."
"Huh? The heck is Sarada."
Boruto thumbed over his shoulder at the Sarada in question, sticking out his bottom lip to attempt to appear threatening under his sunglasses.
"Oh, the girl I saved from a bad run in with gang members yesterday."
"Gang members?!"
"If she's yours, don't let her walk around Shibuya at night, idiot."
"Shibuya at night?!"
She sighed. "I took a private tutoring job for a student that lives in an apartment on this street. Why are you here, might I ask, Boruto-sensei?"
He looked at Eida. Then looked at Kawaki. "I'm here to set these two up on a date."
"Huh?!"
"Come on," said Boruto, slinging his arms around both Kawaki and Eida's shoulders. "Just try it once. Go out. Have some fun. You're probably still a virgin, aren't you Kawaki."
"Unlike you, I'm not an indecent pervert," Kawaki mumbled.
Boruto looked at Eida to find her face flushed. He smirked. "Well. I happen to know someone who might be able to fix that. What do you say? You could take her to the arcade down the street once you get off work. Maybe out for dinner tomorrow night. And if things go well, you might find yourself going to a hotel when all is said and done, eh?"
"I'm busy."
"Come on!" Boruto straightened his back and slapped Kawaki's shoulder. "Don't be so stiff! Especially not when you've got someone this gorgeous knocking at your door! It's a waste of an opportunity to live while you're young!"
"Leave, Boruto."
Boruto took Eida's shoulders and shoved her in Kawaki's face. To his surprise, Kawaki looked away, his cheeks slightly pink. "Oh? How about this... I won't stop bothering you until you date her."
"Why are you so annoying?"
"Why are you so stubborn," Boruto retorted. "Just one dinner date! Make a promise. Now. Tomorrow night, at 6 o'clock."
"I work then... But I'm off over the weekend."
"See? That wasn't so hard." Boruto smirked. "Looks like you've got a date, Eida-chan."
"One. Date. That's it. And I don't expect to see your face ever again," he said, leering at Boruto.
"You've got yourself a deal." Boruto snapped his fingers and pointed, clicking his tongue with a grin as Kawaki retreated back into his bar.
Eida's eyes went wide, continuing to stare at him. "I can't believe... You really just did that."
"Like I said. Tough nut to crack. But when you're his annoying little brother, he can't say no. Hope you have fun on your date, Eida-chan!"
"Thank you. Boruto."
He grinned at her and looked around. To his horror, Sarada had vanished.
After running down a few side streets, he finally found her. And the sight he saw was not one that made him happy. Looks like he was going to have a run in with the yakuza after all.
"Hey!"
"Huuh?!" The tall muscular man turned his head around, one arm slung over Sarada's shoulders. "Whaddya want, kid."
"Ah... Well... That's..." He put his hands up in surrender, noticing the knife tucked into his pocket. But when he saw the frightened look on Sarada's face, his nervousness faded. He sighed and flicked out a cigarette, popping it into his mouth. "Hands off the lady."
"Hm? I decided I'm going to take this lady back to my place for a little fun... What's it to you?"
"Doesn't matter," he said, grabbing Sarada's wrist and tugging her away until she was curled nicely into his chest. "I told you to get off of her."
The tall buff man gritted his teeth. He forced his hand out of Boruto's grasp and went for his pocket, but Boruto kicked him back before he could get to it. Usually, he would take thugs like these, tie them up and dunk them in the river a few times for fun. He was on his home turf: Shibuya. But Yakuza members were people he really would rather not get involved with.
As the man staggered backwards, Boruto spilled over a trashcan and started to run, Sarada's wrist in his hands. "Come on!"
"I can't run... In these heels!"
Boruto quickly turned and scooped her up, then started running through the streets with her in his arms.
"Boruto?!"
"You said you can't run and we gotta get outta here!" Or so he said, but when Sarada's arms wrapped around his neck, the same sleazy grin appeared on his face. He took a whiff in through the nose as he ran. Ahh... Perfume...
"Hey!" The man yelled, not too far off behind them.
Boruto ran faster, taking as many complicated turns as possible until he came to a man on a Honda C77 at a stoplight. And the man just so happened to have a familiar face.
"Tento! Lend me your bike!"
"Huh? Boruto-kun?"
There was no time. He set Sarada down, dragged Tento out of the seat, and simultaneously stole the loose helmet off his head. After throwing one leg over the bike, he tossed the helmet to Sarada. "Get on!"
She remained frozen for exactly two milliseconds before Boruto forced the helmet over her head and yanked her onto the back of the motorcycle. The light turned green, and he was off, racing into the sunset. "Haha! Eat dust, sucker!"
"What about Tento?! You just stole this bike!"
"He'll be fine, I'll give it back tomorrow," Boruto yelled over the roar of the engine and the wind, speeding up and weaving through cars, quite enjoying the feeling of Sarada clinging tight to his middle, her modest chest pressed into his back as she squealed and yelled at him for being an idiot. He raced all the way back to her house, only knowing where it was from a few run ins with having to deliver meeting papers that the headmaster forgot to give out. Since he lived at the school and frequently got in trouble, being headmaster Anko's errand boy wasn't such a bad way to pay off his debts without owing her cash.
He pulled up into the driveway of Sarada's single apartment, drifting the bike's tires to align perfectly with the curb. Killing the engine, he let Sarada get off first before making sure the kickstand was down and sliding off himself. "Ah, what a rush."
"Is this just a normal day for you?"
"I try to avoid Yakuza members when I can. Why'd you take up a job in such a dangerous part of Shibuya?"
"...The student can't leave their house to go to school due to gang violence. Their grades started slipping... And I offered to help."
A soft smile slid onto Boruto's face. "Ah. That's what it was."
One of the many reasons he fell for Sarada, and not just the type of falling that made him want to rush to lose his virginity, was because she would do anything for her students. He flirted with other girls as often as he saw them, but with her, he'd rather take his time. Even if it came with a bit of teasing her and asking Inojin for photoshopped pictures out of pure impatience...
"Ah!"
"What's wrong?"
Boruto patted his pants. "They're gone!"
"What's gone?"
He sunk to his knees, tears cascading like waterfalls down his face. "Even though I waited so long for them... They're gone..."
"What? What's gone?"
Boruto sighed. His shoulders slouched. "Nothing. They'll live on forever in my memory. I guess I'll see you tomorrow, Sarada..."
"Ah, wait."
"Hm?"
"About my new job..."
A wide grin spread across Boruto's face. "Don't worry, I've got nothing to do anyway. You just need an escort, right? I'll protect you with my life." He saluted her as he turned around.
If it wasn't his imagination, there was a bit of redness on her cheeks that wasn't caused by the setting sun. "I'll... Treat you to coffee as a thanks."
"Oh? Is that a date invitation I'm hearing?"
"No! Just a thank you. Don't get any weird ideas, stupid Boruto." She took out her keys and began working at the lock on her front door.
"Hehe... A date with Sarada-chan..."
"I said it's not a date!"
One door slam later, and Boruto was beginning to wonder if maybe he was on the path to not needing those pictures after all... But he wasn't there yet.
Hopping back on Tento's bike, he decided to retrace his steps. At the very least, he needed that one of her sitting on the car in order to get a good night's sleep.
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I hope you enjoyed the story! If you liked this fic, feel free to check out the anime Great Teacher Onizuka as well :)
