#borusara au

[kyvir]

So many BoruSara ideas, as if I don’t write enough of them.

[kairi-chan]

Love on Live - BoruSara

Genre: Fluff/Romance/Humor

Rating: T 

co-written with: @ss-tyytyy 

Summary: It’s Valentine’s Day, and there were two kinds of people--one who enjoys their alone time and singleness, and the other who is over the top and wants to show off their love to the entire world. Guess which one Talent Manager Sarada Uchiha and Actor Boruto Uzumaki is?

A/N: Hello, lovelies! Tyy and I are back with another collaboration.

This started out as a small idea to make a one-shot with the idea of, “What if Boruto and Sarada revered roles from Hold You Down--with Boruto being the actor and Sarada being his manager.”

Brainstorming, Valentine’s Day, and two thousand words later, and here we are! This one-shot will give you a glimpse of our upcoming chapter fic--Lift You Up. We’re not as far ahead with writing as we like just yet, but we will be posting (hopefully) by March! That way, we can do weekly updates. Happy Valentine’s Day, guys! We hope you like this fic and feel the love today. <3 

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The camera tilted a few times, showing parts of Boruto’s cheek, jaw and neck. It shook a little more before stabilizing to a better angle of his face. “Hey guys!” Boruto grinned and waved. “Happy Valentine’s Day! I was planning to get these done yesterday, but I was filming and it extended pretty late so we could have today off… aaaand I wanted to spend more time with bae last night. Got a little caught up but here we aaaare!” He spun around and held the phone a little farther, showing a big sign above his head:

YAMANAKA FLOWER SHOP

“This is like, my favorite flower shop. And I always, always get my bae flowers from here.”

The Ninstagram story cut and the next thing to show up on the screen was a beautiful lady with long blonde hair and light blue eyes. She held a large bouquet and was placing it inside a box. Boruto’s voice could be heard, “This is Auntie Ino. She’s the best florist ever. And look at those flowers,” The screen zoomed in to show an assortment of pink, yellow, and red flowers along with leaves and fillers. It was all wrapped up in a beautiful pink wrapper. “Bae is gonna love them. She loves tulips.”

Boruto took the flowers and paid for them, saying thank you over and over again until another customer came and he had to leave. After carefully placing the flowers in the car, Boruto got in the driver’s seat and fixed up his phone, pressing play as he drove down the small street. He left it in live for a while, talking to his fans.

“Okay, we have the flowers,” Boruto was talking, but his eyes were on the road the entire time. “Now I’m going to go get some cake, and then chocolate, and maybe a card or a teddy bear. What do you guys think? Keep the messages coming, I’ll read them when I hit the light!” After a few seconds, Boruto looked at the screen, his finger scrolling to read the messages, chuckling at what his fans were saying.

‘Are you seriously dating your manager or are you doing this just to piss her off?’

‘THE TEDDY BEAR!’

‘Both. Both is always good.’

‘THIS IS SO SWEET, YOU TWO ARE MY OTP!!!!’

‘Be careful driving! Happy Valentine’s Day!’

‘Why not just plan something chill for today? Sarada posted on her NG, looks like she wants a chill day…’

The last one had Boruto’s brows creasing together. “Chill day, huh? Bae always just wants to stay at home.” He pouted and noticed the light turn green, so he kept his eyes on the road. “I know she wants to stay at home today since we have the day off, she thinks it’s a hassle to go out today. You guys have no idea how many times I tried asking her out.” Boruto took a turn, the sound of the signal light clicking mixing with the chill beats he had on. Boruto kept droning on, talking about his manager as if they were together. More and more heart icons and comments were coming up the more he talked about her.

“Here we are… the Little Waves Chocolateria and Cakes,” Boruto announced. “I’m hoping they still have those tiny shit cakes things she likes because I forgot to order them ahead of time but we will see!” Boruto snatched the phone off the holder and let it play all the way until he opened the door to the shop, the sound of the bell ringing and indistinct chatter filling the air.

. . . Ninstagram: Sarada_Uchiha posted a new photo, we know you’re going to love this!

A photo of a red mug, a slice of banana bread, and a white book all laid out on a brown table, the trees and bushes blurred out. The caption read: Going to spend hearts’ day doing what I love most: reading and drinking coffee. Happy Valentine’s Day!

As always on her days off, Sarada just wanted to relax and have peace. It was a miracle she hadn’t heard anything from her talent, Boruto, and she wondered idly if he was seeing someone for the night. It didn’t seem likely, but it was Valentine’s Day and it was odd that he hadn’t called or texted her. She’d been managing the actor for a while now and he was… a bit clingy. That was quite alright with her, she’d even grown used to it, that was why she was curious as to why she hadn’t heard from him today.

Regardless of what he was doing, Sarada meant that she was going to enjoy her day alone because all she needed was herself to be happy. Being single didn’t affect her like it did some people, in fact, she preferred it. She’d made a simple post of her day with what she was doing and then put her phone away.

It didn’t interest her to see or know what everyone else was doing. The book she was reading was wonderful enough, her coffee was perfect as it always was and it was an all-around beautiful day. She didn’t need a date. This was it for her, this was probably all it would ever be and Sarada was perfectly content with that. She read outside for a while, even after she’d finished her coffee and then made her way inside. Her home was spotless, all her chores caught up, so she was able to curl up on her couch with her favorite blanket and her book without feeling the slightest bit of guilt. Some people may have thought she was boring, but Sarada thought of herself as safe and smart. . . . The camera shook, and Boruto stabilized his phone, using the back camera to show what was sitting at the back of his car. There was a box of flowers, a teddy bear, a box of cake and another box of artisan chocolates.

“All set,” Boruto said, and then used the front-facing camera to show the big smile on his face. “Now all I gotta do is drive over to bae’s house. I know she’s at home because I saw her post and like, I bet she’s wondering why I haven’t called her yet or anything. I mean, she probably misses me so much right now. Gonna fix that, though.”

The story ended and after a few minutes, another one was up. Only the center of the screen was visible, as there were leaves and some of the fur from the teddy bear was blocking the edges. The sound of his breath and footsteps on the pavement could be heard and he was whispering, “Damn I’m so excited. Sarada’s gonna love thiiiis,” he nearly squealed as he rang the doorbell. Again, and again, and again. He had no patience, he wanted her to answer the door already. “Saradaaaaa!” he called.

“I’m coming!” Her voice called from inside and a few seconds later the door opened and she looked at Boruto and all the gifts he was carrying with wide eyes. “B-Boruto…”

“Happy Valentine’s Day!” He beamed, holding the gifts up. “I got you flowers and all of this.”

The camera caught Sarada’s face perfectly, eyes wide and a soft smile on her lips.

“I… I wasn’t expecting you… this is a lo-” Her words and her warm smile faded when she spotted the phone in his hand and her brows furrowed. “Boruto… is that on?”

“Yeah, it’s live.” Boruto looked at his phone and pointed the camera to his face, looking down on it. “See? Told you bae would love it.”

Right after the words left his lips, Sarada slammed the door in his face. She couldn’t believe the audacity of him, knowing just how much she hated when he did that to her. This was so like him though, always wanting to show off things like this to his fans even though it was none of their business. Now she was leaning against her door, heart-pounding and face red as a cherry. It didn’t matter how many times she chided him for these things, he didn’t listen. She was mad…

But…

Those flowers were beautiful. That chocolate looked like it would be delicious and she had an urge to hold onto that teddy bear. She whined to herself as she pouted and sulked, after a few seconds giving in to pull the door open again.

“Give me!” She snapped, taking the chocolates first, then the flowers, then the teddy bear. Once she had everything in her arms and was struggling to hold it all, she stuck her nose up at him and kicked the door closed once more.

Boruto dropped his phone in the process of handing her the items, and also avoiding her grabby hands. He was too shocked to pick his phone up, it only showed a black screen as the camera was face front on the floor. “Wha-but-BAAAAAEEEE!!!!” Boruto knocked on the door. “COME OOOONNN! It’s Valentine’s Daaaaay!” He whined some more and knocked a little louder.

“GO AWAY!” Sarada yelled from inside, she was so embarrassed.

“But bae…” he called, a little softer this time, lower lip jutting out. Boruto leaned his forehead on the door. “Please let me iiiin,” he whined and picked up the phone, speaking quietly. “I gotta go. She hates me right now.” And ended the live feed.

“It’s unlocked. Leave the phone outside and you can come in.” She snapped from her spot on the couch that wasn’t too far from the door. She must have looked ridiculous, just sitting there hugging all the gifts he’d brought for her while sulking over being put on live again. But she didn’t care. It was wrong of him and she was upset.

The door clicked open, and he peeked his head in, looking sad and apologetic, his lower lip jutting out, blue eyes wide. He looked like a kicked puppy, but that phone was still in his hand. Boruto took a step inside and left his phone on the consultable by the mirror and approached her carefully. He didn’t dare speak a word, but seeing her hold on to his gifts made him smile. “Do you like it?”

“I don’t know, is that phone still on? I see you brought it in after I specifically said to leave it outside.” She huffed and buried her face against the teddy bear in her arms.

“It’s not on…” Boruto sat down on the other side of the couch, keeping fair distance from her, not wanting to get smacked. “It’s just--ugh. I wanted to go out with you but you wouldn’t!” He whined. “And I wanted to do something nice so I got gifts, and someone asked me what I would be doing today so I put them up on Ninstagram, ya know?” Harmless stuff. It was mostly him driving and calling her bae. That was it, nothing bad.

“You don’t understand… you never listen… I mean, private things should be private. I mean, we’re not together but even our relationship should be between us and us alone.” Every word was a little muffled since she was speaking against the teddy bear, but Boruto was able to understand everything she said. “You shouldn’t have been on live like that.”

Boruto knew she always got fussy and angry whenever Sarada found out she was being recorded on live. At some point, Boruto thought it was just because she didn’t think she was cute enough but that was a load of bullshit. Sarada was always perfect and he wanted to let the world know that. “But… I want them to see how close we are…” he muttered. Boruto shared almost everything with his fans, and he loved to show his bae off. “But… if you don’t want them to, okay. I’ll… try.” He had to try hard. But if it would make her less upset, then he really would try his best.

Sarada finally lifted her head enough so that her eyes could glance over at him. “I really like everything… it was very sweet of you. Happy Valentine’s Day.”

His blue eyes lit up, and scooted closer to her on the couch, a wide smile on his face. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Sarada.” He looked over to the consultable and then back at her. “Wait right there, one last picture and I promise, I’ll throw my phone away for the rest of the day.” Boruto bolted off the couch and grabbed his phone when he was back, he plopped down on the couch so close to her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. Boruto pulled up the camera and held it at a high angle, leaning his cheek against hers. “Just one, please?” He grinned for the camera, and then clicked the white circle in the middle.

He pulled the photo down but leaned on her some more, and kept his arm around her. “Look at you,” he laughed. “So pouty. So cute.” Sarada was looking away from the camera, her lips poking out, but Boruto didn’t miss the light blush on her cheeks. He quickly posted it, with a caption: Bae loves me again. Happy Valentine’s Day!

[borusawa]

“You’re always on my mind.” Borusara fluff please!!! ❤️😘

                           Summertime

And beaches, and bikinis,and maybe love

A/N: I try to quit the fluff but you guys are making this hard. I’m kidding, bring me the fluff. It’s summer here…I hate summer. But I can’t deny that summer provide us quite a few love stories through lifetime. I just thought my OTP could live these things too. It’s a surf AU inspired by my teachers that always travel together to surf and shit and I ship them hard. I think they’re hiding the relationship from their students and I can totally see why since we are weird people. Jokes and backstories aside I never wrote something so quickly hahaha enjoy.

Pairings: BoruSara

Beta reader: None this time, I wanted this to be a surprise to my small baby too. (love you @abbypdg) so sorry ahead for any mistakes.

Warnings: I don’t own any surfer slang.HAHAHAHA I really don’t help me

Word count: 1,009

The first time I saw her I just knew I wouldn’t have peace till the moment I talked to her. Funnily enough, this realization was not sufficient to force me to gather the courage to actually trade words with her. Instead, I kept watching from far, deeply distracted by the way the sun kissed her skin and hypnotized by the smile she shared with her friends. I couldn’t recall the last time a girl made me feel that way. It was a nice feeling, even considering maybe it wouldn’t last long and I had to take her out of my mind.

The beach was quite empty that morning. It was a sunny Wednesday, like most days in this hot summer. Shikadai and I decided to surf every day that week so that Wednesday had everything to be a regular day in my life except that she was there. Her fair skin didn’t belong in the beach and her silky black hair was pulled tight in a ponytail. Things weren’t fine by then but that was before I saw her body in the small bikini she was wearing underneath her shorts and shirt and that sight made everything worse. Her red lips were continuously twisted upwards in a smile that would be sure hard to forget. I brushed it off and entered the sea. That girl sure found her way to my mind.

I thought I would never see her again and I was wrong.

She was there on Thursday. Wearing an even smaller bikini. I tried not to stare – I knew I was - but I just couldn’t avoid. I was addicted to her after only two days and I didn’t want to imagine what could happen after a while of unexpected encounters and smaller bikinis. That day she noticed me and waved with her usual smile, black eyes saying more words than I could read. I waved back, unsure, and our interaction ended that way. She was back to happily talk to her friends again and I was back at trying to ignore her presence.

On the third consecutive day she showed up I still had no courage to actually get closer and Shikadai sure lost his patience. For him, there was no other reason than me for her to keep showing there every day. He said she was also staring me during the time I was inside the water and too concentrated to notice. How could I believe such a thing? She was so out of my league and I knew it that was why I never tried a thing. The summer betrayed us all that day, making it rain and forcing us to leave the beach. I could take a glance of her before leaving and she was laughing, finding funny the way everyone was running away.

“Why are everyone running, Chocho? I thought we were at the beach to get wet.” She screamed through the laugh outburst. It was the first time I heard her voice and I couldn’t agree more with her words.

Saturday was the last day of my deal with Shikadai and the last day we went surfing together. After that, he was going to take a trip to visit family but he wasn’t excited about it.

“If you think here is hot you gotta see how things are in the city I’m going. It’s such a drag I have to go there, I like my family and all but…” and at that moment she got on the beach. She was wearing a white flower in loose black hair. She smiled at me and I smiled back. I saw her blush but I couldn’t believe my sight. Shikadai hit me. “Why aren’t you listening to me?” I didn’t have to answer for he looked behind him and saw the two girls fixing their things. “Dude, you have to talk to her, seriously.”

I chuckled. “I know.” But we didn’t get further in the subject, Shikadai got bored easily.

I didn’t go surf Sunday, but I went to the beach alone either way by the time of the sunset because I couldn’t keep myself far from it for long. To my disappointment, she wasn’t there but the sky was beautiful as always and I thought about her till the darkness fell upon me. I went home with her ghost.

Monday I asked Mitsuki to go surf with me but he wasn’t available and again I went to the beach alone. To my surprise, she was already there when I got. We were the only ones at the beach, not even her usual company was there. We were alone. I sat a few meters away, not wanting to bother her. She smiled at me and got up. She started to walk in my direction and I looked behind me. The beach was still empty. I realized the girl was walking towards me. She sat by my side.

“It’s time for you to talk to me.” The low tide apparently understood our interaction and made silence for a second. My heart skipped a beat and I stared her in silence. “I came to the beach all these days expecting you to speak to me but it never happened. I couldn’t avoid but notice the way you were looking at me all the while. I figured maybe you were shy and my friend wasn’t helping.” She giggled a little and shook her head lightly. “Sorry, you look scared. My name is Sarada.”

“Boruto.” It was all I managed to say. It was so un-me acting this lame because of a girl but what could I say? I dreamed about her ever since the first day she appeared on the beach.

“It’s nice to finally know your name.” She looked around. “So you’re also alone today.” I only nodded. “Not anymore. You’re with me.”

I smiled. “I’m sorry for acting like this it’s just…”

“It’s okay, I guess. I never did this before so this is weird for me too. You know, like, being the first one to talk.”

“You’re doing great.” She smiled and averted gaze. The sea restarted the noises and the waves were peacefully telling their everyday story. “This may sound wrong or weird and you can totally judge me but since the first time I saw you, you’re always on my mind.”

Instead of being scared she laughed. The sound of her laughs that day would be forever written on my mind, along with her next words. “I can’t get you out of my mind either.”

We went to the beach together then, for the rest of the summer. The rest of the year. The rest of our lives.

[kairi-chan]

Know Your Name - BoruSara

Genre: Romance / Humor

Rating: T

Sound Track: I Don’t Even Know Your Name by Shawn Mendes

A/N: Pop Star / Reporter AU for BoruSara, written for BoruSaraWeek19 D4 - Music 

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The crowd outside of The Leaf Hotel was getting thicker by the second, the low murmuring started to turn into an uproar when a fan found that the much-anticipated star was approaching.

“They pulled up for take-out!” She screamed, holding up her phone. “He’s having an Extra Spicy Thunder Burger!”

“Oh my god!” Another fan screamed. “That’s just right around the corner!”

High pitched screaming filled the street, photographers prepared their cameras, and the security took their positions by the pathway.

Sarada took a deep breath and sighed. The frown on her face was starting to look permanent. Her disdain for this crowd, Star and the whole situation just grew more and more by the second. The screaming was starting to give her a headache. Sarada massaged her temples.

“Oh come on, it’s not that bad,” Inojin grinned. “You get to see this pop star up close, get a pass,” he lifted his ID, and then wiggled his eyebrows at her, “And The Leaf Hotel serves the best food. I’m seriously just here for the food.”

She took a deep breath and gave him a look. “I’m not a feature writer!” She whined. “I’m supposed to be covering topics that will get me closer to that front page spread!” She threw her hands up in the air, and for a moment, Inojin felt concerned for the recorder in her hand. “Covering things like the crashing economy, dirty politics and—“

“—all the boring stuff,” Inojin snickered. “I know you’re smart and all, Sarada. But this could be front spread worthy, too.” He lifted his camera and nudged his head towards the crowd behind them. “Boruto Uzumaki is half French, half Japanese, and where did he make it big? America. Of all places.”

She rolled her eyes. The singer had blond hair and blue eyes. His style was so mainstream he could fit anywhere they sold overpriced coffee, avocado toasts, and morning cocktails. He sang about love, living young, wild and free. It was so typical pop. Sarada loathed the idea of having to listen to his songs, read articles about him, and follow his account a month before to prepare for this interview.

She loathed the idea until she actually started listening to his songs and liked them. Not like she would ever admit that out loud. Her editor would never live it down. His Instagram was also… fun to follow. He always posted silly stories, and his feed photos were always on point. He knew when to look goofy, natural, and hot.

“Oh come on, don’t pretend you’re not in the slightest bit interested.”

“I am not.” Sarada pushed her glasses back up her face and straightened her blazer and pencil skirt. “Let’s just take his photo while he enters and we do this interview, eat and we’re out of here.”

Inojin shrugged. “As long as we eat, I’m good. I’m gonna send Chubs photos to make her jealous.”

Sarada rolled her eyes and then laughed. “Okay, okay.”

The crowd started to scream and some of them pushed against the reporters at the back. The two of them were thankful that working for The Konoha Times gave them media passes and special treatment.

A shiny black limo pulled up, and the crowd went wild. Security had to push them back, and all the photographers started clicking away, filling the path with bright flashing lights. Inojin pushed a little forward to take a better photo, but Sarada hung back. She didn’t even bother to record any of the audio of things he might say as he greeted his fans.

Two bodyguards and a man with brown hair and a blue scarf came out first—his manager, Konohamaru—and then, the star of the night, Boruto Uzumaki, climbed out of the car. The crowd was hysterical. Sarada couldn’t help but roll her eyes for the nth time that night. She liked his music, and yeah, he was attractive, but she would be caught dead losing her cool like that.

Boruto looked a little different up close. He looked taller and leaner. His vibe was easy, and his grin looked even brighter if that was possible. He waved at the crowd and said a few words. Sarada couldn’t help but snicker when he switched from French to Japanese and then ended in English. His manager whispered something to him, and then he continued in English, with a tiny accent she couldn’t put her finger on.

It reminded her why her editor chose her for this assignment, because she could speak all of the languages he could, and was notorious for switching languages mid-sentence. It was a quirk that people initially thought was a PR stunt to make him look cute, but the more interviews he entertained, the more believable it seemed. He blew a kiss to the crowd and Sarada could have sworn someone behind her fainted.

She looked at the floor and sighed as she adjusted her glasses. When she looked back up, she and Boruto made eye contact for a split second but she could have sworn he was looking at her far longer than that. He wasn’t smiling anymore, instead, his lips were slightly parted, big blue eyes wide. Her face remained passive and then she tore her attention away from him to Inojin, who was telling her that they had to move to get into the Hotel.

Boruto was being pulled by his manager into the hotel as well. A bunch of other reporters scurried after Boruto and his team. Although Sarada and Inojin tried to make haste, the golden doors were slammed shut in their faces.

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“I’m telling you,” Sarada held up her PRESS ID and gritted her teeth, “the two of us are part of the reporters cleared for an interview with Boruto and his team!”

The big security guard crossed his arms across his chest tightly, flexing his muscles. “And I’m telling you, you’re not on the list.”

“That’s impossible!” Inojin retorted. “We’re from The Konoha Times. We’re always on the list of press.”

“Tough luck, buddy. Not this time.”

Inojin continued to argue with the guard, and Sarada was on the phone, desperately trying to reach her editor, but to no avail. It was already past nine in the evening, and the group interview was over half an hour ago. They were all just probably having dinner already. This was horrible. They wouldn’t be granted passes if they weren’t cleared for an interview. The other rival publishers were there, and this article was needed by tomorrow morning.

Sarada needed to find a way to get in. She took a few steps away from the door to clear her head. Inojin’s screaming was starting to remind her of her Mama and Auntie Ino’s arguments. A few more steps and she stopped, as the soft scent of cigarette smoke floated to her nostrils. There was only one person she knew who would rather take a smoke than indulge in pleasantries over dinner. She ran to the corner and spotted him.

“Shikadai!” She grinned, so genuinely happy to see him.

He pulled the stick out of his mouth and blew the smoke away from her direction. He smiled lazily and nodded his head. “Ah, Sarada. I was starting to wonder when the Times would appear. But I was expecting Chocho.”

Sarada laughed. “Yeah, But she’s on leave so you’re stuck with me.”

He nodded his head and lowered his cigarette. “Right. And what’re you, miss Journalist, doing at this alleyway and not inside? Too flashy for you?”

“Ha-ha.” Sarada placed her hands on her hips. “It’s a long story but I need a favor.”

“Ooh,” Shikadai smirked. “Those are expensive.”

“I’ll give you a tip for the next dirty politician I expose,” she bargained.

“That’s pretty solid.” He laughed. “I was just gonna ask for a leak, but okay, sure. Let’s hear it.” He took a long drag and waited.

“I need you to get me and Inojin in there, as well as an interview.”

Shikadai choked and coughed the smoke out. “Excuse me, what? Why do you expect so much from me?”

“Someone forgot to include us in the list. I need an interview with Boruto before the night ends.” She placed her hands together and pleaded. “Please!”

He took a deep breath and rubbed the back of his neck. “I can get you in, but I don’t think I can get you a private interview. I didn’t even get to ask a question.”

Her dark eyes went wide. She never backed down from a challenge. She had gotten interviews from senators, economists, even criminals. Surely getting one with a pop star wasn’t going to be so difficult.

He raised his hands up in surrender, “listen, I’m telling the truth. I can get you in the hotel, but I don’t even know if you can get close to him, let alone his room number. Security is tight.”

She pressed her lips together. “Try me.”

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Boruto was showed to his room, one of the best suites in the house. His manager had the room on the floor below, and so did the rest of the team. He didn’t mind sharing, but Konohamaru always insisted he got his own so he could rest up properly. The last time he shared a room with his team, chaos ensued and they didn’t sleep until the sun came up, causing Boruto to look exhausted as hell the following day. Luckily it was a small event.

He looked around and took it all in. “Just another empty hotel room,” he whispered and walked over to the king-sized bed. He let himself fall on the mattress and sink in. Boruto closed his eyes and recalled the questions.

“What’s your next album going to be about?”

“Is it true you’re dating? Is it a boy?”

“Favorite song to play?”

“Who do you want to work with next?”

They were all the same typical questions. Shallow, about his dating life, or his sexuality. He rolled his eyes. When was he going to have a challenge for once? His manager and PR team trained him well, and how to dodge questions. His natural wit and charm had also gotten him out of a pickle on more than one occasion.

“There wasn’t even anyone hot,” he muttered. Some tabloids liked to send attractive looking reporters to try to distract him, but none of them ever worked. They just… weren’t his type. He could have any girl he wanted and has had a few encounters—under wraps, of course. Although not a secret enough for the world to think he was a virgin. Not that there was anything wrong with it. It just didn’t fit his image. He closed his eyes.

And then, a pair of dark eyes flashed across his memory, making him sit up, eyes flying open. “There was one!” He exclaimed to no one. He bit his lower lip, trying to remember. She was in the crowd, outside the hotel. There was a press ID around her neck, but he didn’t quite catch for which publication. She wore a pair of red glasses and she looked so… bored.

Boruto pouted. No one ever looked bored in his presence. She didn’t even bother to record anything…

He closed his eyes again, trying to recall if she was there during the interview and dinner. He couldn’t remember. After a while, he gave up and simply concluded, “Then I guess she wasn’t there…” he muttered. No way he wouldn’t notice her in that crowd. Plus, there weren’t many of them, anyway.

Why wouldn’t she be there, though? He shook his head and stood up. Why was he getting so worked up over a reporter? She wasn’t even there. Not even that pretty. Nope. She had long, black hair and wore a black pencil skirt and blazer, like those stiffs in his legal team. Or the dudes who do his banking for him.

Boruto took a deep breath and walked towards the shower, hoping that thoughts of the stiff reporter would wash away with the water.

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It was easy enough for Shikadai to bring Sarada and Inojin in. All he needed to do was convince a waiter to help distract the guard long enough to sneak the two of them in. Shikadai gifted the waiter a coupon for a free issue of the next Rogue issue.

“Aww shit!” Inojin complained. “There’s no more food!”

Shikadai pitied the photographer, but he was getting worried about Sarada. She graduated in Journalism and was currently taking up law school. She part-timed in a local newspaper for a while and eventually got hired by the Konoha Times Magazine for her journalism work about a mayor’s corrupt business. It was dangerous, and she had taken on a number of threats for her work. Never did she looked bothered, or even showed hints of it. She was also a tough cookie herself… perhaps a little too tough. That look in her eyes… he knew that look and it scared him.

“Hey,” Sarada waved her hand in front of his face. “Since you’re spacing out, you better be thinking of a plan how to get me to his hotel room.”

Shikadai groaned. This woman was impossible. Was a tip really worth it? “Sarada, you’re being too troublesome. I got you in  since we’re uni buddies. But getting that hotel room number is just—“

“I’ll ghostwrite for you.”

His dark eyes went wide and Inojin instantly shut up. Was Shikadai hearing this right? “Come again?”

Sarada’s face seriously meant business. “I’ll ghostwrite for you.”

“Duuuude!” Inojin nearly dropped his camera.

“I can’t do that,” Shikadai shook his head and took a step back. Even if the offer was tempting, that was too good to be true. It would help him when things were too busy for him. “That’s—you care about getting your name out there!”

She shrugged. “I can type up a thousand words in the back of a cab on my way to work…” she paused and looked at him, an easy smile on her face. “Are you really going to pass this up?”

“But…” oh shit. It was too tempting. “Your writing style…”

“Is flexible.” Sarada grinned. “Just let me read three of your articles and I’m good. You can always check it before passing it in, you know?”

“Duuuuude!” Inojin was now shaking his shoulders. “Getting Sarada to offer something like that is—“ he threw his hands up in the air. “What are you waiting for? Aren’t you sleeping with one of the girls on Boruto’s band or something?”

Sarada’s eyebrows shot up and a knowing smile grew on her face. “Oh really? That sounds interesting.”

Shikadai screamed internally and glared daggers at Inojin. “You promised!”

“Whoops. It slipped?” Inojin snickered.

“Okay, so…” Sarada held up one finger. “I give you a tip,” she held up another, “I ghost write,” and held up another, “and we don’t speak about this girl in front of Chocho.”

Shikadai felt like a bucket of ice-cold water was dumped on his head. If Chocho were to find out— “DEAL.”

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The sound of running water mixed with soft pop tunes echoed inside the bathroom. Boruto leaned his weight on his arm on the wall and bowed his head, letting the warm water from the shower pour down his head. Little streams made a path down his hair, nape, and back. Others made their way down the sides of his face and dropped down to his chin. This particular playlist usually put him in a good and sober mood, yet he couldn’t get her out of his head, feeling drunk on the thought of what her name might be.

She didn’t look American. Definitely Asian. Yet, she was a little taller. Maybe she was mixed, like him?

Boruto turned the knob off and leaned his forehead on the cool, tiled wall. Why was he getting so caught up in this? She was just a reporter. She looked bored in his presence. Big deal. She might have just been tired. Or judging from her stiff-looking outfit, she just felt out of place.

He took a towel and dried himself with it, starting with his face, hair, torso and then legs. Boruto looked around for the bathrobe, but before he could grab it, his doorbell rang.

Boruto lifted a brow. “Who the hell could that be?”

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Inojin was lagging behind. His legs were burning and his lungs were crying for more air. He held on to his camera with one hand, and to the handrail on the other. “Tell me… why… did we have to take the… service stairs?”

“Because—“ Shikadai grimaced and took a deep breath to steady himself. “This is the only way the cameras won’t see us until we approach Boruto’s room.”

“Who happens to be on the top floor!” Inojin cried.

“Stop your whining!” Sarada chided him, she also struggled to steady her breath. “Just a few more.”

“Why are you so bent on making this happen?” Shikadai raised his brow. “This isn’t even your article, is it?”

“It wasn’t,” Sarada responded and adjusted her glasses. “But that doesn’t mean I’m going to half-ass it. Neither does it give me the license to slack off. I’m not going to get that front page unless I work hard.”

“Or is just fucking lucky.” Inojin rolled his eyes.

Sarada pursed her lips and held her tongue. She had other reasons for wanting to make this interview work. There was a betting pool going around the office who would be stuck in their current work and never make it big. To her surprise, she was in the pool. It hurt and outraged her. Chocho calmed her and explained it was because she always stuck to the same boring topics, and never ventured to try writing for other articles or covering other events.

“She’ll stagnate,” one colleague remarked. “People need to be flexible. Can’t have someone turning down assignments just because they don’t like the job.”

It wasn’t that she didn’t like the job, it’s just that she didn’t feel like she was the right person, with the right knowledge, to fulfill the job. What did she know about food blogging or makeup? Traveling and what to pack or look out for? She was studying law with a passion for economics. Her father was a big shot on Wall Street, her mother a successful surgeon. They each had their own passions and expertise, never bothering each other or even pretending to know better than the other in their field. But… Sarada’s colleagues did have a point. She needed to expand and show them that she can get out of her comfort zone and still excel.

“I’m going to make this interview the most talked about, hashtagged, trending shit in the world,” she swore to herself.

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Boruto opened the door and what he saw astounded him, eyebrows shooting up his forehead.

The reporter he was just thinking of, now in a wrinkled blazer, sweat on her dark brow, and breathing heavily stood before him. She was holding up her ID for him to see and a smirk slowly grew on his face.

Boruto said her name, letting every syllable roll off his tongue, “Sarada Uchiha.”

She immediately closed her mouth and fought even harder to steady her breathing. Her dark eyes were wide upon hearing his voice. She cleared her throat. “Yes, that’s me.”

Serendipity was wonderful. He didn’t believe in destiny, but he knew this had to be it. Boruto just wanted to laugh but held it in by biting his lower lip.

“Would you please let me interview you?”

“Is that what you’re here for?” He couldn’t believe it. The girl he was thinking about was standing right at his door, and she wanted to interview him?

Sarada nodded. “Yes. May I come in? This won’t take long.”

“Oh, right. Yeah.” He stepped aside and she let herself in. He looked at her small figure standing inside his suite, still disbelieving the entire thing.

“Mr. Uzumaki, where would you—“

Boruto cringed. “You can call me Boruto.”

Sarada turned around to face him, eyes trailed down to his waist, before hastily looking away and pushing her glasses back up the bridge of her nose. “Umm. Right, then. You can call me Sarada.”

Boruto looked at himself and realized he was still in a towel. He was about to spazz and go on a full apology for being in a towel, but that pink dust on her cheeks… is she… blushing?

All his embarrassment washed away and his smug smile was back. “Alright, Sarada.” God. He loved her name. The way it sounded, the way it rolled off his tongue. “It’s nice to know your name.”

He relished watching her cheeks turn a deeper shade of pink. This was surely going to be an interview he wouldn’t forget.

“Shall we?”

Sarada nodded.

With one flick of his hand, he closed the door behind him.

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To be continued.

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A/N: This was a WIP sitting in my drive for months. I decided it would be perfect to use for the prompt -- Music. I’ll be continuing it another chapter to wrap up! Soon, when I get more free time to write. ^^; 

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“I’ve never wanted anyone this badly before.”

Title: It’s Life, It’s Love. Designer AU

Rating: T 

Genre: Fluff 

A/N: Ah, to be young and in love. It’s disgusting. I fucking love it.

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Sarada sat in front of her laptop, staring at the three dots that were jumping around the little bubble, indicating that a new message was being typed. It was taking forever. What? Were they writing a novel or something? She minimized the window and opened up a word document, staring at the essay she had been trying to finish over an hour ago. 

She gritted her teeth. It usually didn’t take her this long to write an essay. The words just flowed and her fingers were usually relentless when it came to migrating her thoughts to the screen. But not this time. She was so… distracted. 

A soft ping! and the blue icon jumping up and down with a red 1 made her quickly change tabs. It was embarrassing how automatic it was for her, how excited she felt to have a message from him. 

Boruto: Hey, just let me finish sketching, and I’ll get back to you. 

Sarada: Oh, good. It’s nice to know you have better things to do than stay in my head all day. 

Once she hit send, she reread her message and blushed. She couldn’t believe she just said that. But it was the truth. She had been so distracted lately because of him. 

Boruto: Stop being so sweet. I’m trying to work here! 

She smiled at his response, almost seeing the pink dust his cheeks as he said it. She quickly typed up a response before closing the application. The biggest and dorkiest smile was on her face. It’s been a while since Sarada felt this way about Boruto. About anyone, for that matter. She smiled again, a sincere one this time. 

“What’re you smiling about?” Her friend giggled and sat down across from her. Eyes sparkling with mischief. 

Sarada laughed and closed her laptop, giving her friend her full attention. That dopey smile was back. 

“Is it Boruto?” 

Sarada giggled and nodded her head. 

“Oh my god! I just knew it! Tell me everything!” 

“I just…” she bit her lower lip and looked away, thinking about him again. “I can’t–I don’t think I’ve… ever liked, or ever wanted anyone this bad.” 

“Girl,” Her friend gave her smug smile, “You got it bad.”  

Sarada threw her head back and laughed. “Yeah, I guess so. C'est la vie.” 

Her friend sighed dreamily. “C'est l'amour!” 

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A/N: Hello, my darling. It has been a while since I sat down, wrote a quick fic, and posted it–within 30 minutes. I got a sudden burst of inspiration and this little fic was born. I got some French help from my waifu @lazymilkshakecolor 🌹

I’ve been writing a lot of fics lately, but not posting them yet since I want to finish writing them before I post. If you want to see little previews and snippets, come and visit my twitter @_kairiichan

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[kairi-chan]

"You can eat me instead" ~ Borusara .... I know you can dodge it Kairi but I got to ask for it - *Smut it* hahaha

Title: Sweet and Spicy - BoruSara, Designer AU

Genre: Humor / Fluff / Romance 

Rating: T

A/N: Happy birthday, @ourlittlesecrethoney ! Hope you like this! And thank you for letting me use “Baguette.” You’re such a wonderful friend and thank you for being so supportive of me always. <3 

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Sarada snapped a quick photo in front of the floor length mirror and sent it to Boruto. It didn’t take long for him to respond. 

Boruto: So basic. I love it.

She smiled at his comment. Usually, “basic” wasn’t what a model would like to hear. But it was her style, and she adored wearing comfortable clothes. Although a black shirt and jeans really were basic, she had to up her game by wearing a pair of designer heels and a jacket her father designed especially for her. 

Sarada: A jacket and heels should finish it up nicely. 

Boruto: I like you better without them, though. 

Sarada smirked at the smug smile he placed in his last message. Trust Boruto to turn any conversation cheeky. With one hand, she responded to him, with the other she started putting her heels on.

It was her last night in Thailand. The show was a success, and the girls were being treated to dinner tonight. Usually, the afterparties were grand in order to show how successful the event was. But the designer was still relatively new, although he was creative, he just wasn’t making so much money… yet. If he kept impressing and sticking with the right people, he had a lot of potential. His choice in hiring her for the show was already a good step, as she had been Instagramming the event all week. 

Chocho: Girl, are you even getting paid for all that? 

Sarada: No, but he’s nice, and I do like his clothes. 

Chocho: You’re a model, not a charity org! Inojin is pouting you don’t Insta his clothes this much! I’m getting a little jealous, too. 

Sarada laughed at Chocho’s response. Her best friend always was rather touchy about these things. She noticed that Boruto was, as well, although he would never admit it out loud. Her own Papa would pout if she did not post a photo of something new he made for her.

After she shrugged her jacket on, she looked at herself and smiled. Simple, yet elegant. The restaurant they were going to was fancy, but more on the casual side. Instead of walking with the other girls, she opted to go alone, in order to take in the scene a little more. It was hot in Thailand, a nice change of weather for her. Although it was also summer in Paris and Japan, the heat in Thailand was still quite different and she appreciated that. The humidity–not so much. 

Once she found the restaurant, she pushed the door open and the scent of lemongrass filled her nostrils. She took a deep breath in and smiled. The ceiling was high, and multiple decorative lights hung above. There were also plants hanging from the walls and ceilings, giving it a comforting feeling. The smell was also relaxing. She was greeted by a charming lady with a sweet smile and guided her to the reserved table. Some of the girls were already there, and so was the designer. She took a seat next to him and proceeded to order a drink as they waited for the rest. 

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The food started to be placed on the table and Sarada felt overwhelmed with all the colors, smells, and presentation of the food in front of her. All the other girls seemed to be just as impressed as she was. She took photos and uploaded a quick video on her stories and then placed her phone away, far too excited to try the dishes. 

“I hope you girls like spicy,” the designer grinned cheekily. “We’re known for our spicy food.” 

Some of the girls looked terrified, while the others looked elated. Sarada didn’t really know how to feel about the warning. She could hold her spicy food, but it wasn’t exactly her favorite flavor either. 

After tasting dish after dish, they were spicy, but some were also sweet, sour, and salty. The texture was amazing–crunchy and then soft, smooth and delicate. Some were fried, grilled, and steamed. The variety was amazing, and it all tasted delicious. Their host was right, though. It was spicy. She sent some of the photos to Boruto, thinking he would already be awake. 

Sarada: Everything is so good, but also spicy! 

To her surprise, he saw the message right away. 

Boruto: You’re spicy. 

Sarada nearly choked on her mango shake. 

“Are you alright, Sarada?” The designer asked. 

She faked a smile and cleared her throat. Not funny… or appropriate. Borto sometimes forgot his decency, and although she wanted to give him a piece of her mind, his next message made her smile like a lovestruck teenager. 

Boruto: Good morning, my muse. I miss you.  

Sarada hovered her thumbs over the keyboard for a while before starting to text. She read it once before hitting send. 

Sarada: Good morning, baguette. I thought you said I was sweet, now I’m spicy? 

Boruto: Drop the baguette already! I would rather call me your idiot. You are sweet and spicy. 

Sarada giggled at his response. It was so easy to rile him up. 

Sarada: You mean like the sauce? 

Boruto: What? Sauce? No, like, you know. Sweet but also spicy in bed? 

She couldn’t help but laugh out loud at his response. 

Sarada: I know. I was joking. You’re such a dumb baguette. 

Boruto sent an angry looking sticker, throwing a fit. She giggled and would have responded, but she put her phone away when a fellow model started to lean over, wanting to read her texts. Sarada flashed her a smile, but her dark eyes were flashing daggers. The girl leaned away and went back to her food. 

Sarada felt her pocket vibrate but chose to ignore it as dessert was being served and it looked heavenly.

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She placed her fork down and leaned back on the chair, feeling full and satisfied. That sticky rice with mangoes and coconut milk really did it. Her pocket vibrated again and she pulled it out, reading his messages quickly and then typed up a response. 

Sarada: I’m so full. I couldn’t possibly eat more. 

Boruto: You can eat me instead. 

She covered her mouth in order to stop herself from screaming. It was a good thing she was leaning back, and her phone screen was set away from the nosy girl next to her. 

Sarada: BORUTO!!! 

Boruto: Didn’t know you could still talk while your mouth is full. 

“Sarada, are you okay?” The designer leaned closer to her, eyebrows tucked together. “You’re turning red. Was it too spicy? Do you need water?” 

She shook her head and tried to explain that she was okay. But one thing was for sure, a certain baguette wasn’t going to be once she flies back to Paris. 

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A/N: Thank you for reading! 

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"What is it with you and hot pink colour?" for Model/Designer AU ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Title: Hot Pink

Rating: T

Genre: Romance / Family / Humor

Beta read by: @sandpancakecat

A/N: I live for a judgemental Papasuke. BoruSara & SasuSaku! 

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Sasuke sat at the dinner table, eyes lowered to his food as he poked a mushroom. His wife was sitting next to him, chatting animatedly with his daughter, and the boy who sat across him. He lifted his eyes to take in the boy’s appearance for the third time that night. Although this was the third, he still did not feel too pleased seeing him.

The first time was when he entered the restaurant, looking sharp in a custom suit, one that he recognized quickly, as it was from a set he had designed for his politic friend, Naruto. It was probably a year ago, when Naruto had ordered two suits, and two gowns from Sasuke for his inauguration.

The design was trendy back then, and although that wave had passed, the suit still looked classic, just as all of Sasuke’s designs were. Boruto would have gotten praise for choosing this suit, yet Sasuke’s eye twitched at his tie selection. It was hot pink. Who does that? Why would someone ruin his suit with such a color? Then again, Naruto forced Sasuke to pick a bright orange tie for his suit. It shouldn’t have surprised him that his son would have the same… taste.

The second time was when Boruto shook his hand, and then kissed his wife’s hand. Normal courtesy, and giving a compliment or two. Although it looked like he tried to tame his locks, they still looked wild. Sasuke had seen him at events before, as well as in magazines as an up and coming designer. Naruto had also slipped him into the conversation before, fishing if Sasuke would want to take him under his wing. At the time, Sasuke was not interested. But after seeing Boruto’s collections, he would have said yes, if Naruto had asked again, but he didn’t.

The third time he really looked at Boruto that night, Sasuke took it back, he didn’t want this boy as an apprentice. There was sauce on the side of his mouth as he laughed at Sakura’s joke. Sasuke felt disgusted with how ungraceful he looked, but when his daughter wiped it off his face and he saw the tender look in Boruto’s eyes towards her–and worse–Sarada was giving him the exact same look. He felt his heart clench.

Sasuke swallowed, and his wife held on to his hand under the table, making him look at her. She was smiling at him so sweetly, and he realized he must have looked pained.

“Sasuke-kun,” she whispered, and then stole a quick look at Sarada before looking at him again. “Would you want to go out for some air? I think you might have drank too much wine.”

He looked at his wine glass and realized he was already on his third. “Aa.” He looked at the other two and excused themselves for a moment.

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“He hates me!” Boruto covered his face with his hands and wept.

“Stop being such a drama queen,” Sarada teased as she took another bite of her food.

Boruto threw his hands up in the air. “He was practically shooting lightning at me when I was laughing at your mom’s joke!”

Sarada rolled her eyes. “He probably saw the food in your mouth. Papa hates that.”

He leaned on her shoulder and started weeping again. He was trying his best to make her parents like him. He even put on the suit Sasuke had designed for his family and chose his lucky tie. Boruto looked at his tie, and whispered, “It took me hours to find this tie.”

“What is it with you and hot pink?”

Boruto straightened up and pouted at her. “It’s my lucky color.”

Sarada blinked once. Twice. And then laughed. “You’re so cute.”

A light blush came to his face, feeling embarrassed. He was just thankful her parents were no longer at their table, and dessert was already being served. Boruto had thought of asking them all to another place for a drink and fish for a chance to watch Sasuke while he works. It was one thing to be a genius, but another to learn from someone who was a genius and had experience. But seeing from how horrible things were going, he thought against it. For all he knew, Sasuke might forbid Sarada from seeing him again and that was the last thing Boruto wanted.

“Th-they’re not gonna tell you not to see me, are they?” His voice quivered, and his eyes were wide as he waited for her response.

“Of course not!” Sarada held on to his hands and looked at his face, distressed he would even think that. “They don’t hate you, okay? Papa just had too much wine. He’s been a little nervous for tonight.”

Nervous? Why?

She shrugged when he gave her a confused look. “Maybe Papa’s worried I’ll start wearing your clothes more than I will his,” she teased.

Boruto laughed, and she joined in. When the laughter calmed, he looked down and noticed that she was still holding his hands. He held on tighter and brought them to his lips and gave her knuckles a tender kiss. “I just want them to see how much I adore you.”

“It’s hard not to when you’re looking at her like that,” Sakura teased as she sat down on her chair. Sasuke was right behind her, helping her into her seat.

The two young adults were bright red, and this made Sakura laugh. She turned her attention to the delectable looking cake in front of her and dug right in.

Sasuke sat back down on his chair and settled in. He smirked at their embarrassed faces and took a sip of water, not touching his dessert. Once Sakura finished hers, he wordlessly slid his dessert in front of her, which she thankfully accepted.

As dinner was done, and Boruto failed to argue with Sakura for paying for dinner, all four of them stood by the entrance, waiting for their cars.

“Darling, will you be going home with us?” Sakura asked.

Sarada shook her head and smiled. “No, Mama. I’m going with Boruto.”

“Alright, just text me when you are.” Sakura turned her attention to Boruto. “It was lovely meeting you, Boruto.”

“Pleasure is all mine,” Boruto grinned. He looked at Sasuke and extended his hand for a shake. “It was nice to meet you as well… sir.”

Sasuke smirked and shook his hand. “It was nice to finally meet the annoying boy Sarada talks about all the time.”

Sarada’s face turned red. “P-papa!”

Boruto’s heart stopped. She talks about me? To them? He knew that Sarada was close to her parents and that they’re the most important people in the world for her. To know that she openly talks about him launched the butterflies in his stomach. Before he knew it, his face was turning pink as well.

Sasuke turned his attention back at Boruto and raised a brow. He looked at his tie, and then his face. Their car was already there, but he just had to stop and ask, “What is it with you and hot pink?”

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A/N: I was going to write the Japan fic, but I felt like writing some SasuSaku as well. Perhaps I’ll write their conversation in a separate fic. ^^ Do you think Papasuke approves of Boruto? Yay or nay?

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"Really? Cause to me it looks like you’re dressed as love of my life" for Model/Designer AU. Love your stories, keep being awesome :*

Title: Dressed

Rating: T

Genre: romance / humor / Fluff

A/N: Designer / Model AU again! This is my new obsession. Hahaha. thank you for the prompt, darling. ❤️

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Boruto sat on the armchair with his ankle resting atop his left knee, head bowed down, grinning like a lovestruck teenager as he scrolled through the photos Sarada sent him from her most recent photoshoot. They were a little blurry, as they were just phone snapshots taken from the camera’s screen, or off the monitor. The final photos won’t be sent to her for at least a few more weeks.

She always looked radiant, but in red, she put the sun and all the stars in the sky to shame. In the photo, Sarada was dressed in a qipao gown, dark hair up in a half bun, and loose curls flowed down her back. Behind her hung a tapestry, with an emerald dragon stitched on it, going through a white circle.

Boruto felt like he was transported back in time and looking at the portrait of a princess. Her gown was so intricately stitched with finery and details, it must have taken a lot of labor to get it done. Just thinking of all the handy work was making Boruto’s fingers ache.

His uncle, Sasuke, was going through a phase. Obsessing over traditionally styled clothing, ever since he saw a photo of his wife in a qipao dress when she was only twelve.

Although it was a sweet gesture, Boruto thought it would be tacky to bench on traditional clothing, as it had been done so many times before, but Sasuke had a way of making it work. Each piece looked fresh and inspired. All of the clothes that Boruto had been seeing were gorgeous. Sarada was modeling one of Sasuke’s best pieces—it was the best for obvious reasons.

He scrolled down and read her text.

“I feel like I look silly. Lol.”

Boruto rolled his eyes. Silly was not the word he was going for. He was typing his reply when Shikadai elbowed him. “Boruto, could you pay attention and sext later?”

He waved his friend off.

The two of them were here with a small group of designers to listen to the latest trends on accessories. Boruto would have found it more interesting if he didn’t know that the main purpose of this presentation was really just to predict trends, instead of selling him the accessories they were showing off.

Inojin’s father was one of the best jewelry designers around. He has the best quality of custom made crafts, too. He didn’t need these ready-made accessories and a bunch of snobs to tell him what would suit his line or not. Besides, Boruto liked designing his own accessories to match well with his line. Going for ready-made pieces just wasn’t really his style, although convenient.

“You’re so weird if you think you look silly. Uncle Sasuke really outdid himself with this piece. The detail is amazing.”

He hit send and glared at Shikadai when he was elbowed again.

His phone vibrated, and he quickly unlocked his screen to read the text.

“Not in those photos! I meant now.”

Before he could reply, another text and a photo appeared on his screen.

Sarada sent a photo of her reflection, alone in the elevator. She was wearing a loose, white qipao collared polo shirt, light colored jeans and white sneakers. Her head was tilted to the side dark hair spilling over her shoulder, and her designer purse peeking from under her other hand. For a moment, Boruto thought it was a photo from one of her photo shoots. How was it possible she could make an elevator selfie look so good?

“I wanted to look formal but not overdoing it, but I think I look too casually dressed.”  

Boruto smirked. Now she was being silly. “Really?” He sent that first and then continued to text, “Cause to me it looks like you’re dressed as the love of my life.”

As soon as he hit send, two checks appeared, letting him know that she had seen his message, but she did not respond. He grinned at the thought of her red face, feeling flustered and shocked at his cheeky response.

“Boruto!” Shikadai chided, in a furious whisper.

He flinched and glared back at this friend. “What?”

“I know you prefer to make your own accessories, but could you please show some respect? They’ve been eyeing you for ten minutes.”

Boruto pouted, stuffed his phone into his pocket and crossed his arms across his chest as he finally faced forward. The jeweler looked pleased that he was finally paying attention, although Boruto continued to sulk.

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In the elevator, Sarada’s cheeks heated up as she continued to stare at his text. She looked up and took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. Once the doors opened on her floor, she took a shaky step forward and tried to walk as normally as she could to her mother’s office. When she opened the door, she gasped.

“P-Papa?”

Her father turned around and smiled when he saw her. “Sarada. I see you’re wearing my blouse.” He walked towards her and inspected her shirt. “It looks good on you but the fit doesn’s suit… I’ll have my assistant send you one in your size.”

The heat failed to leave her cheeks and she gripped her phone tighter.

“Darling,” her mother walked around her father and asked, “what’s wrong? Your face is all red.” She rushed towards her and placed a hand on her forehead. “Do you have a fever?”

When Sarada furiously shook her head, Sakura smirked when she spotted Sarada holding on to her phone. “Ah, texting Boruto again?”

“Boruto?” Sasuke raised his brow.

“M-Mamaaa!”

Sakura giggled, and Sarada hoped that would be the end of it, but her father asked again, “What about Boruto?”

To be continued…

A/N: Thank you for reading! :) 

I’ll continue this some other time. I so love the idea of a designer Papasuke and Boruto, who compete who can dress Sarada better. LOL. 

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