#borusaraffweek

[kairi-chan]

“You’re cute when you’re jealous.”

Only You - BoruSara 

Art by: ✨ @anastasiapancake ✨

[faintblueivy]

Close To My Heart - Borusara Fanfiction

Hello everyone! This is my submission for Borusara Fanfiction week - day 1. I was supposed to post this one shot last night but due to some mishaps from Tumblr, I wasn't able to. Mind you, this is larger than anything I've written for Borusara, yet excluding my multichapter fics . Actually, you'll find a lot of mistakes here as well, because it was written hastily and no beta-read.

Rated T

Warning - Heavy angst

Summary - "I love you." And he gave a smile so wide that his eyes closed, "--and them too."

Light breeze messes up my hair. Standing atop the Hokage Monument makes a ton of memories flash through my mind. I feel tired. I feel old. The slight wrinkles on my face and grey streaks across my hair do nothing to help.

But still...the memories make me smile.

I remember him being there for me from the beginning. Nothing reminds me that there was a time before it.

"Boruto! Stop messing around."

"Don't tell me what to do!"

"You're causing troubling to Nanadaime!"

"Of course, I am. I want him to say sorry to me! I'll beat him someday."

"Heh. As if."

"Hey! Don’t underestimate me! Sarada!"

I remember us talking about our dreams and fears, about what we wanted our future to looks as. And it made my heart beat when I thought of how our goals intertwined with each other’s.

“Thank you... thanks to that I was able to reach my own goals.. so it's really I who should thank you"

"When you become the Hokage, I'll be your right-hand man! I'll guard you well!"

Little laughs and their consistent bantering was a medium to strengthen our bond. We faced different kinds of hardships. But we never faltered. We grew up faster than what our parents wished, thanks to those who wanted to disrupt the era of peace.

We fought. We struggled. We won. And we moved forward.

As the time passed by, our feelings began to change. Our friendship was as strong as ever but something about our dynamics morphed into an uncharted territory.

I realised how broad his shoulders were. His blue eyes... The ones which reflected the entire world were older. He grew tall.

But still there were a few things that still remained the same. His bright blue eyes which made attracted me were same as always. So was his smile, sunny enough to brighten up anything.

After a number of trials and tribulations we achieved peace. And then came an awkward proposal.

...

Sarada panted heavily. Her body trembled with exertion. Damn, he's gotten so strong. But she wasn't the only one tired. He was on his knees gasping for breath as well. Then he looked up, a feral grin upon his face and his eyes shining.

"God, Sarada, marry me."

Sarada rolled her eyes. She had been aware of the fact that their relationship had progressed into an uncharted territory. They have danced around the subject, always finding excuses to evade their feelings. But with the peace and tranquillity back in the land, there were not enough of the good excuses. She knew that.

"I hope you're not drunk this time." She laughed remembering a certain incident when he had proposed her because of being drunk silly.

"I'm not." He said, his voice held strength that churned Sarada's stomach. He was still on one knee when a pulled out a small black velvet box from his pocket and offered her a ring with Ruby on its centre.

"I know I'm not the best guy to be with. I've done things which I shouldn't have. But Sarada, I, I love you, I have loved you for a long time and I don't think I can stop anytime soon. It's still not enough, I know, but...Uchiha Sarada, will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?"

Sarada couldn't breathe. He...he was serious. After a few moments of silence which she was taking to gather herself, she realised he was becoming nervous. The intensity of this proposal and the change that will occur in their lives if she accepted this made her throat dry.

But she raised her hand towards him, smiling the most beautiful smile ever in acceptance.

...

Married life for them wasn't easy, especially with their busy schedules and his trips. They had arguments, broken promises, hurt and struggle.

...

"Hey! Are you ignoring me?!" Boruto yelled in her ear as he swiped the papers off her hands.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" Sarada screamed, frustrated at him.

"'What the hell is wrong with me?!' I just returned back from a month mission but you're the one ignoring me!"

"Argh! Shut up! Stop whining like a kid, will you?!"

"If you didn't want me home back then I would have stayed there." He said softly before jumping out of the window of her office.

...

But at the end of the day, we would always come together with apologies.

I was happy, with the little things we did for each other. When he would make me breakfast or carry me home after a hard day at work.

Nothing changed between us but yet, everything did.

...

"Sarada, wake up. Or you'll be late for today."

Boruto shook her lightly but she snuggled closer to his warmth, burying her face into his shoulder. 

"No. I'm not going today. I took a break."

A few beats of silence before he yelled, "Really?!"

"Hai."

She let a lazy smile curl upon her lips and he felt his heart soar. 

...

With him, even the laziest mornings were happier and even mundane tasks like grocery shopping was fun.

We'd go out on dates and movies at times, no, not enough like a normal couple would but rather in our own way.

When I was finally appointed as the Hokage, he had the biggest grin on his face.

...

"Hey? Are you okay?"

"I-I don't know Boruto. It's finally happening."

"Yes, it's finally happening. It’s great, right?"

"I am nervous. My dream is about to come true and I don't know how to feel about."

"Sarada. Look at me."

"You've worked so hard for this. You deserve it. Never doubt that."

As her eyes flicked at him, she was overwhelmed with all the love and warmth in his eyes.

The conviction in his voice burned through her conscience, quenching her doubts and demons.

When she stood on the stage, accepting the Cape with pride and reverence, she could feel his spirit seep through herself, illuminating.

...

With Boruto by my side, I felt I could conquer skies. Being a Hokage wasn't easy, but the satisfaction of knowing that he was here was my greatest strength.

But, I forgot, we're shinobis. And shinobis are meant to endure.

...

She had never before experienced this much terror. As far as her eyes would go on the battlefield, there was nothing but a sea of blood and corpses. Her own people were dying and she was utterly helpless.

Her body was littered with fresh wounds and bruises. One of her lungs was punctured and her femur was broken and had torn out of her flesh, making her immobile in such a crucial battle.

"I'm the Hokage! Dammit Sarada! Get up! You have to protect everyone! Shannaro!"

She screamed at herself, as she barely managed to stand only to have her brain burned with searing pain as she collapsed on to the ground. Again. 

"Please move." she sobbed and begged to her body to not give up on her, hoping to get that little amount of strength to get up and fight, but to no avail.

As she saw the enemy forming a large concentrated mass of chakra like bomb, she felt whole body going cold with fear and horror. His aim was Konoha. And it was definitely large enough to obliterate the entire village. Her entire body was paralyzed.

It was over.

And at that moment, a flicker appeared right in front of her and a familiar black cape entered her field of vision.

“Boruto…” tumbled out of her mouth, as if her prayers have been answered. But still, the dread in her heart didn’t ease up. Something was wrong, very wrong.

Suddenly he turned towards her, giving her a brilliant smile, but there was something reflecting in his blue eyes – happiness, pain, sorrow, contentment? She was not even able to name them all. But above everything, his bright blue eyes were shining with determination. But there was something that surpassed even that.

It was love.

His eyes were glowing with love.

“Sarada. Tell my parents that I’m proud to be their son. And tell Hima that I love her. Say thanks from me to Sasuke oji-san and Sakura Oba-san for everything they've done for me. And also let our friends know that I'll think of them.

"B-Boruto?"

"I love you." And he gave a smile so wide that his eyes closed, "--and them too."

And right in front of her eyes, the chakra bomb was released, burning everything in its wake hurtling straight towards Konoha. And Boruto stood right in front of its path, undaunted.

A glowing light blue colour aura enveloped his entire body as he gave her one last smile before vanishing and letting himself be engulfed by the eruption.

Konoha was safe. The earth shattering explosion had never reached it. Boruto had not only suppressed the explosion but also destroyed the enemy.

The battle had ended and they were safe.

But Boruto...

Never returned.

Sarada had been hysterical. No matter how hard Mitsuki had tried to hold her to stop killing herself in a desperation to search for him in the mass of rubble, she wouldn't listen. So, he knocked her out.

The skies had cried that day as she had begged them to return him.

Later, she learned that the incapacitated enemy was brutally murdered by Uzumaki Naruto. ...

When she woke up, a week later, she had begged to see Boruto, knowing that he will not be there. Her father was there, though.

And after being properly fed and bathed, she was informed of something she had never imagined.

She was pregnant.

And it flashed across her mind.

He knew.

He knew that she was pregnant.

His eyes and his words blazed her conscience and she felt herself loosing her sanity.

She clutched her head as the faint shouts of "Sarada!" and "Sarada, sweetie, calm down please." echoed all around her. And then, the darkness enveloped her once again. ...

If there was a time that I could call the darkest period of my life, then it would be that. It hurt more than I could bear. My tears would not come out, no matter how much people wanted me cry.

I had not only lost my husband but also my best friend, my team mate, my rival and my pillar of strength.

I felt so alone that it wounded my heart beyond repair. 

...

During her entire pregnancy, Sasuke didn't leave his daughter's side. He had accepted his prosthetic arm in order to assist her. Sakura regularly checked upon her and looked after her requirements. Maybe it was the constant support and love from her parents and friends that Sarada was able to live through it. 

Sasuke might have been absent for a large part of Sarada's life. But he was here now, never leaving Sarada alone for a moment.

It was one day when Sakura entered their home, she fell straight into Sasuke's arms. 

"What happened, Sakura?" Sasuke rubbed her back in an attempt to ease her up.

"Sasuke. I-I analysed her recent reports. She's...she's pregnant with twins."

There was a thud and Sasuke and Sakura raced to the kitchen only to see Sarada collapsed on the floor. She was clutching her stomach, trembling. 

"He said, he said, 'I love you. And them too.' He knew. He knew that I was going to have twins and he still left me?! Why?!" She screamed at her parents as they looked upon her with sympathy and pity. 

"Papa! Mama! What did I do to deserve this?!" 

Sakura gathered a devastated Sarada in her arms, running her fingers through her hair and Sasuke crouched down as well, wrapping his arms around both of them. 

"Sarada." His voice was heavy. "Boruto did everything he could to save you and his children. He didn't want to leave you. Remember that, child."

...

Mitsuki and Chouchou would always visit me regularly and everyone else would definitely drop by once a week. 

Sometimes, I would remember that I'm not the only one who had lost someone important to me. They all have lost their sun. The man who inspired them to move forward and give their all. They had lost the person whom they viewed as a personification of courage. 

... 

In a few weeks’ time, Sarada grew larger. And sadly, to her parents' concern, her condition deteriorated. Her feet were swollen and her eyes looked sunken. Her pale skin had turned even paler.

Unlike Sakura, who glowed when she was pregnant, Sarada was a broken mess. 

One day, Hinata Uzumaki rang their doorbell. 

"I'm sorry Sarada. I'm sorry for not being there for you when you needed someone. But don't worry. I'm here now."

Her lavender eyes shine with warmth as if trying to placate not only Sarada but herself as well. 

... 

Boruto's death had left a gaping hole in the Uzumaki family as well. If there was someone who was hurt as much as I was, it was Tou-san Naruto.

The man was shattered and devastated more than he let on at the death of his son. Every moment of his life was spent cursing himself for his failure in protecting his child. He had changed a lot since the incident, becoming an empty shell of his former self. He had resumed his position of the Hokage again as Sarada was is no condition to do so.

His smiles did not hold its usual glow but rather turned damper. His words were still inspiring but now they sounded hollow.

And the entire Konoha was aware of these changes now.

…

During the last trimester of her pregnancy, Sarada was bed ridden. Her vitals were getting weaker by each passing day and it became frustratingly hard for her parents and Hinata to feed her any solid food.

As merciless rain striked against the ground, Naruto moved lethargically to the hospital to see his daughter-in-law. He froze dead in his tracks when he saw Sakura hunched over her knees, sobbing beneath a tree.

“Sakura-chan?!” he exclaimed, wrapping his cloak around her to shield her from the harsh rain.  

“N-Naruto…” she sobbed, burying her face into his shoulder.

“Sakura-chan! Are you okay?!...Is it about Sarada-chan? Or the babies?” despite everything he could not hide the tremble in his voice.

“S-Sarada’s health is getting worse with each passing day. I’m scared Naruto. I’m scared. What if she doesn’t survive childbirth?”

Naruto felt his whole body going numb. First his son and now his daughter-in-law. Life has never been kind to him. Everything he held dear was always taken away from him.

“I-I’ll-save her. You can count on me.” The faltering in his voice turned into something a little more determined, just a glimpse of the conviction he had always known to display. He refused to lose anyone he loved ever again. He might have failed Boruto but he will definitely protect Sarada, Himawari and his grandchildren.

He’s not going to give up! Not now! Not ever!

And Sakura felt ease in some corner of her mind.

...

Those days were scary. Even when I had so many people by my side, none of them were capable of filling up the void left behind in my heart because of Boruto.

I can faintly remember the first kicks of my babies. Back then. My mind was so muddled that it all felt unnecessary to notice and cherish, but I do regret the past.

…

Finally, the day came. Sarada went into labour a day earlier than expected, but Sakura was completely prepared. The entire lobby was filled with friends and well-wishers, all of them anxious. Naruto was there along with Sasuke outside as well, his senses completely trained on Sarada’s fluctuating chakra, ready to use his abilities to stabilise her life force if necessary.

“Sarada. Calm down sweetie. You’re going to be fine.” As her eyes flicked over the monitor displaying Sarada’s vitals, she wondered if she was saying this to reassure herself or her daughter.

After a labour period that lasted for about hard twenty four hours, surrounded by her mother and her best team as well as Hinata, she finally gave birth to two infants.

A boy and a girl.

The boy was her first born, older that his sister by ten minutes, born with a tuft of black hair and eyes in the same shade as hers. Onyx of his Uchiha grandfather.

Her daughter, the younger of the two, was a baby with golden hair and eyes that resembled her father so much that it made everyone shiver.

When Sakura and Hinata handed her over both the babies, the tears that had been held back for so long poured out freely. She clutched her infants to her chest carefully, relishing their warmth and existence.

At that moment she understood her father’s words more than she ever had.

‘Because you exist.’ The man had said.

“Yes, because you both exist.” She whispered this in her head over and over. Knowing that they were both a token a love from Boruto.

...

That day I realised that I had to live. For my children. They had already lost their father. I couldn’t abandon them. They deserved the love and support of at least one parent. And their presence slowly, but definitely filled the hole in my heart.

…

“Yuriki Uchiha.”

Sarada proudly declared, holding her son close as she nuzzled her baby softly. Then she bent down to scoop her daughter from the crib and rested the sleeping infant against her chest, smiling lovingly.

“Aiko Uzumaki.”

“Those are beautiful names.” Mitsuki smiled as he stepped forward and held his arms out to take Yuriki from his mother, who was curiously looking all around.

“Courage and love.”

Sarada spent next five years raising her children with the help of her parents and friends. They would question about their father just like any other child would. People told them to be proud of the legacy their father was but Sarada’s heart ached knowing that they’ll never know the person there father was. They’ll never know about his pranks, or his stubbornness except for the stories that their Grandma Hinata and Aunt Himawari would tell them.

Weirdly enough, her father was closer to Aiko whereas Naruto was closer to Yuriki. She never understood the reason behind that but they both were merry and doting grandfathers.

Raising twins was not an easy task, especially when you’re a single mother. There were times when she would be at wit’s end but one call would be enough to get Himawari to her rescue. The children had a strong bond with their aunt. Sarada knew that Himawari wanted to be the light in their life what Boruto what in hers.

It warmed Sarada’s heart.

…

I remember a particular day when we had went on a trip to the nearby park. Yuriki was pushing his sister on the swing and she was giggling. And then it suddenly hit me out of nowhere. Yuriki, despite, his black eyes and hair looked so much like Boruto that I had lost my breath. And Aiko, had inherited her daddy’s blue eyes, which nostalgically were bluer than her father.

Both of my babies had inherited so much their dad that it made my heart throb.

…

“Mommy?”

“Yes, Aiko. Do you need more noodles?” Sarada asked, as she cleaned the counter. Both of her children had demanded noodles today. Her brother was still at the dining waiting for the dessert.

“No.”

“Is there anything else you need?”

“Did…did daddy love us?”

Sarada felt her heart crack at her daughter’s words. Her hands wouldn’t move but she was also aware for her son’s gaze at her back, paying attention to her reply.

‘I love you…and them too.’

Sarada crouched in front of her daughter, also signalling her son to come closer. She placed her hands on their shoulder pulling them closer to herself.

“He did. You two, he loved you, a lot.”

More than you’ll ever know.

Her fingers raised and poked her children right in the middle of their foreheads.

…

After they turned five, Naruto stepped down and Sarada resumed her duties as a Hokage once again. Her children were adored by the entire village and were spoiled by their overly doting grandparents and Aunt.

Another figures they loved were – Grandpa Kakashi and Grandpa Iruka.

Those two men held them close, babysat the little devil duo and bought them treats. They also educated them in ways of life. It was thanks to them that her children turned out to be just like their father – mischievous and stubborn but with a golden heart.

Aiko had definitely taken up on Boruto’s mischievous streak whereas Yuriki was much milder in comparison. Together, the pranks they played made their grandpas tear their hair out.

The earned them the nick name – ‘the devil duo.’

Sarada, at times felt that Boruto would be so proud of them.

…

Sometime later I realised that Yuriki had wind chakra and sharinghan, whereas Aiko could use lightening and was a possessor of byakugan. Both of her children were blessed with potent chakra and powerful and a keen mind, and they soon gained fame as formidable shinobis in later life.

When they turned twelve, Aiko declared that she wanted to be a Hokage in future and I felt my heart swell with elation. Her daughter aimed big. Yuriki was not sure but I knew that he still had plenty of time.

At the age of sixteen, they faced their hardest battle, being targeted for their rare lineage and their influential families, Yuriki had no other choice but to unleash his mangekyo in order to protect his sister after their team mate had died.

When they returned home back, the first thing he said to me was that now he knew what he wanted to be.

“I want to be like dad.”

He had said. Proud of his father and the sacrifices that he had made in order to safe guard the village and his family. Yuriki saw his dad as a symbol of peace, strength and courage. And it made Sarada content.

Well…

Time has passed, and with intense hard work, I’m sure that they have made their father proud.

The reason , I’m standing here at the top the Hokage monument currently is to finally take a moment of peace and live it.

Today, Aiko was inaugurated as the tenth Hokage, with her brother by her side and both of them complete with their families.

And I had literally been never prouder.

My children were my hope and joy, and Boruto’s memories had continued to guide me down the right path. His way of living inspired me to become not only a better person but also a better parent.

After my parents and my in laws left the realm of living, it was a struggle, but their love and teachings always surrounded me and my children like a warm blanket.

If there is something I learned being alive it’s that-

Life is completely unpredictable, cruel to happiness and kind to sorrow. And fate is a mighty river – which at times, would flow gently and calmly, nurturing life. But sometimes, it would be raging and brutal, not hesitating to destroy the same life it had nurtured.

All she understood was that the only way to live was that you can get up, look ahead and move forward.  

…

It was night when she entered the cemetery. She kneeled in front his grave and brushed her fingers against the cool marble, letting it seep through her skin.

“My work is done here. I want to see you again, Boruto, please.”

She leaned her forehead against the stone, breathing in the nightly scent.

“It’s been so long, you know, but I still…”

Her voice was drenched in emotion when she whispered.

“I still hold you close to my heart.”

…

The next day, Keito Uchiha and Yuki Uzumaki found their grandma, hunched over their grandfather’s grave, body cold and eyes closed, but even then, the most prominent feature on her face was her peaceful angelic smile.

I'd really like to know what you all thought  this story, except that it feels rushed, because I already know that it is. though, I've really worked hard for it. I really hope that at least a fraction of my efforts was visible.

And sorry for dropping this as 4k one shot all of sudden. Hahaha! It was fun to write! 

[borusarafics]

BORUSARA FANFICTION WEEK

BoruSara Fanfiction Week

Hello everyone! I would like to invite you to the first ever BoruSara Fanfiction Week organised by @borusarafics for this lovely pair of Boruto Uzumaki and Sarada Uchiha.

The week will begin from :

21 August to 27 August

Two types of submissions will be allowed:

1. Fanfiction

Everyday will have two prompts. You're allowed to choose any one you like.

Important Note:

Every writer participating, should at least submit two stories.

It doesn't matter if it's a drabble or a piece of more thank 10k words. You need to submit two stories at the least.

The prompts are below.

2. Fanart

Yes, it is a fanfiction week but you're allowed to submit fanarts!

Although the catch is -

The fanart to be submitted has to be related or based on to any Fanfiction. It can be related to your own Fanfiction or somebody else's.

But please provide a link of the fanfiction you've made your art based on. Make sure you give proper credits to the writer.

Rules

Now let's come to the rules we need to follow:

No character bashing. Your submissions will be rejected.

No ship bashing. Any content containing bashing in regards to any pairing will not be accepted.

NSFW content is accepted. But please place it under the cut.

No stealing or plagiarism.

If you're inspired by someone's work then please do not forget to give them credits.

Tag your works as 'borusaraffweek' and 'bsffweek'.

I will also be tracking down 'borusarafics' tag.

Please don't forget to mention the day and the prompt. Just put #bsffweekday1 and #word prompt or #dialogue prompt.

Please try to keep the above tags in the first five visible ones.

Another point to be added is that if possible than do place a '@borusarafics' tag on your post because sometimes the posts never appear on hashtags.

If your posts are not reblogged here in 24 hours than please send me an ask or provide a link in the submission box. You can even PM me.

Every day is valid for an AU or NSFW content. But, you must tag them as such.

Prompts

Now let's come to the prompts that you're allowed to choose.

Make note that there are two prompts - one is a word and other is a dialogue! You're allowed to choose any one! But using both of them would be great too!

Day 1- 21 aug

Word Prompt: Eyes

Dialogue Prompt: "I still hold you close to my heart."

Day 2 - 22 aug

Word Prompt: Coffee

Dialogue Prompt: “Actually, you are speaking to the manager.”

Day 3 - 23 aug

Word Prompt: Wind

Dialogue Prompt: “Are you just going to keep walking by my house or are you going to come in?”

Day 4 - 24 aug

Word Prompt: Disobedience

Dialogue Prompt: "I haven't seen you for so long that I feel like we are strangers now."

Day 5 - 25 aug

Word Prompt: Formula

Dialogue Prompt: “What makes you think it was an accident?”

Day 6 - 26 aug

Word Prompt: Snow

Dialogue Prompt: “Why would you say that! I tried so hard to make you happy and now you’re- your hands are distracting me.”

Day 7 - 27 aug

Word Prompt: Number

Dialogue Prompt: “Why are you helping me?”

...

So please reblog this post and signal boost to let more and more people know about this week!

Everyone is heartily welcomed to participate in this event both as a Writer and Reader. And please try to leave a comment or two to encourage the artists!

I'll eagerly await for your submissions!

And if you have any queries regarding it then do not hesitate to drop it in my ask-box!

The amazing art above has been made by @koppiehart! I thank her for her efforts!

[icecream-daifuku]

so deep in my daydream,

Sarada comes to this observation eventually: the Seventh may be summer, but Boruto Uzumaki is winter.

As preteens, Chocho once casually stated that Sarada‘s obsession for Boruto’s eyes was becoming one of Konoha’s worst kept secrets. She’d sputtered over her drink because she wasn’t obsessed, thankyouverymuch, but they’re just so freakishly blue. Her best friend just rolled her eyes before taking another bite of her burger. Whatever honey, Chocho had replied, before switching the topic to something else entirely.

Mama once said this to her: “Naruto Uzumaki has eyes the colour of the summer sky- bright and bold and unbelievably pure.”

Sarada comes to this observation eventually: the Seventh may be summer, but Boruto Uzumaki is winter.

In the dead of winter, after an unexpectedly taxing C-rank mission, Team Konohamaru stumbles upon a small onsen on their way back home. It’s Mitsuki who inquires about it, mentioning that he’d never ever been to one.

Sensei momentarily gazes at them thoughtfully, before instructing his raggedy team to halt. Wordlessly, he backtracks and steps inside the humble building. After a few minutes, he comes back out, beaming a smile so bright it might as well reflect off of the freshly fallen snow outside. “We can spare a night here if you kids aren’t in too much of a rush to get home,” he says jovially, but raises a hand to rub the back of his neck- Sarada knows this to be a nervous tick- and looks to her imploringly, “But they only have one family-sized room left to share.”

She doesn’t mind, and tells her Sensei as much. What’s sleeping on separate futons in the same room, anyway? Sensei smiles and turns around to go back inside, motioning for them to follow with a small wave of his hand, their footsteps making soft crunching noises in their wake.

Unsurprisingly, Boruto is unabashedly excited for the hot springs, and true to tradition, Mitsuki is excited that Boruto’s excited. Hey, even she’s excited. The owners, a sweet-faced middle-aged man and his soft-speaking wife, inform them that their dinner will be served in their room. “In the meantime, please feel free to use the hot springs in the back,” he adds kindly.

The onsen is small; a four room establishment in which the owners also reside, somewhere southeast of Snow Country, surrounded by an age-old bamboo forest. She doesn’t doubt that generations of the same family have owned and operated it with the noticeably attentive care put into it. The architecture is old, but the clay roof hasn’t a single missing tile, and the soft tatami floors still give off a pleasant scent. The humble hot springs are also mercifully separated, with a tall, man-made rock partition running through the centre.

As Sarada takes her first dip inside, she can just vaguely make out her teammates conversing. The distant sounds are easily drowned out by a woman and a young girl- her daughter, she assumes- playfully splashing around, and louder noises of someone bathing on the other side. All’s well, because Sarada doesn’t focus too much on their voices and immerses herself completely in the water.

When she breaks the surface, her dark eyes are on the sky. The night prior, it had snowed heavily, and the day leading up to it had been ominously grey and bitterly cold. Today, it’s a pale blue; crisp and frozen, and almost silver-like if she stared at it long enough. Leaning against the warm stones on her back, Sarada inhales deeply and exhales slowly, not fighting the automatic drooping of her eyelids.

She slowly wakes to the gentle kiss of a snowflake on her nose. Her eyes are fuzzy with sleep, but a quick glance confirms the now dark-grey of the sky, and a few snowflakes gaily dancing around the steam emanating from the spring. The mother and daughter duo had since left, but a quick glance at her fingertips tells her that she hadn’t been asleep for too long anyway. With an indulgent groan, she goes about getting ready for dinner.

Boruto is the first she sees on the way back to their room, who she instantly assumes must be the last to get ready of the boys. She grins and quickens her pace to reach the door first, sliding it open before he can reach it. It’s a competition that she was only privy to, but she can’t help but be a little smug not to be the last to show up.

Of course he’s lost in thought, but she takes the brief moment to study his eyes once again. 

...And okay, so maybe Chocho was onto something back then, but she’s not obsessed. Boruto just has nice eyes, okay?

Sometime in the middle of winter, somewhere just outside of Snow Country, Sarada learns this: Yes, Lord Seventh may be summer, but Boruto Uzumaki is a clear sky in the dead of winter. She smiles fondly at her realization, and quickly covers it with a grin when Boruto snaps out of it. She slinks through as he peeks over her shoulder, noticing the charming array of food places on their kotatsu, where the rest of their team is already sitting.

Sensei urges them to take a seat quickly, and Mitsuki smiles at them from where he’s sitting. And if she casts one more indulgent look at her blue-eyed teammate as she takes her seat, who’s to say because everyone else is focused on their dinner?

[aubretia23]

Disobedience

This is a submit to BoruSara Fanfiction Week for Day 4's prompt : disobedience.

Disclaimer : I don't own Naruto or Boruto or anything related to it.

Rating : K+/G

Indian mythology AU

Destiny has a strange habit of disobeying your wishes.

If Sarada could have torn her hair off - or better, thrown the wedding garland on his face rather than around his neck - she would have. At least it would wipe off the smug smirk on his face.

She could have avoided this situation entirely. Really. But no, she had to tempt fate.

She should have really listened to her naga grandparents when they told her to do tapasya to their lord - Lord Vishnu - to whom her ancestor Adishesha - the kings of the nagas - is one of his two vahanas. But she had to remember the entire Skanda episode and the fiasco with his two wives (and the latter's reincarnations) and deny their suggestion. Her uncle Itachi pointed out that she can devote the tapasya to Lord Shiva. The man was easier to please and more lackadaisical with his boons. Then she pointed out why and how Draupadi landed up in a polyandrous marriage which in turn led to the war at Kurukshetra.

Yeah.

Once tapasya was out of the way, how would King Fugaku - the current ruler of Nagaloka - marry off his immensely precious and beloved only grandchild? How would he find a man of merit, virtue and valour? His Sarada had demanded that the final choice of her husband should remain with her. It wasn't an extravagant demand. His granddaughter was highly educated in philosophy and scriptures, trained in warfare, delightful to sight and priceless to behold. Surely there must be someone out there, one who can be at her side unconditionally.

The only solution landed up being, with Sarada's approval, a swayamavara. Dozens of invitations to eligible bachelors were sent out. Princes, kings, warriors, sages and scholars of each and every realm and race were invited.

“Why did grandfather have to invite him?” Sarada muttered sullenly.

“Well, he is the prince of the garudas. It would have looked incredibly rude if your grandfather didn't.” Chocho answered back, her voluptuous figure, so typical of a yakshi, moved gracefully through the heap of fabric and ornaments which were to be a part of Sarada's bridal trousseau.

Sarada closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose, willing herself to forget the man in question. She and Boruto grew up together since infancy. Their fathers were the ones who managed to bury the long standing rivalry between their races - the nagas and the garudas. Their mothers, his an apsara and hers a human who was a rishika, were also close. Somewhere, when and how she didn't remember, she and him became fierce rivals.

She rarely wanted to acknowledge back in their gurukula days under Guru Shino that she was mesmerised by his brilliantly blue eyes, found his golden plumage in his bird form and hair in his human form beautiful and his wit and charm disarming. She balmed her throbbing heart with denial. Of course, his grin was so annoying. But by the time their education ended a few months ago and she finally buckled up courage to confess what was in her heart, she heard that Sumire was already doing tapasya to gain the husband she desired. It had been no secret that the beautiful mermaid had been smitten with the young garuda since long. So with a heavy heart, she turned her back on her intentions and requested to be married off as soon as possible.

It wasn't easy. The conditions she had laid down for her swayamavara were not acceptable to many. She had demanded unquestionable fidelity on part of her husband along with their willingness to become her consort as well instead of just the other way around. A mighty proposition for many who expect polygyny to be the norm and had expected the throne of Nagaloka to be passed onto a distant male cousin of hers.

So, many long-winded, polite and bush-beating refusals arrived at her grandfather's court. The pain was dulled somewhat when she realised among the few acceptances of her conditions was one from Queen Kushina, the queen of garudas.

“Chillax. You should be happy that he didn't accept the invitation like Inojin or Shikadai or Metal or Mitsuki.”

Sarada smiled. She had sent an addition of a choice of rakhi to those men whom she held close to her heart. It heartened her to learn that they all had accepted the rakhi along with the invitation and swore to be at her side as her “brothers” through everything.

She can't help but overthink about how Boruto’s letter didn't mention anything about accepting her rakhi and instead sent her a set of the most beautiful anklets she had ever laid her eyes on. Rubies - the same stone as her nagamani - shone brightly alongside sapphires, emeralds and diamonds on solid gold. The design was exquisite and the craftsmanship impeccable and intricate.

She couldn't explain why but she had worn them to her swayamavara. She shouldn't have, ethically speaking. She wasn't going to interfere with Sumire's desire to marry Boruto, especially when Boruto had never given her any indication that he saw her as anything more than the oldest friend he had.

But here she was, decked in gorgeous bridal red and heavy temple gold, waiting for the tournament to end, in her chambers in the royal palace in netherworld. She glanced back at the large full-bodied mirror, standing proudly in a corner. It was crafted by Lord Vishwakarma, allowing passageway to the ones who will be able to complete each and everyone of the tasks set by her grandfather. They were not easy and she really doubted whether anyone could actually be declared a victor.

“Princess!” A servant called out to her, pointing towards the mirror. Her heart skipped a beat. She could see a faint glow from the mirror. There must be a victor. And now, she could set up a final test. If this person could see through her illusionary powers, she might consider marrying him. Whether to actually marry him or not depended on her. If he didn't, well, she could have a hearty laugh about it later on.

The mirror shone blindingly brightly, as though the sun itself had descended in the chamber. She shut her eyes tightly. There's no way she could see anything. A pause followed followed by an outburst of giggles from her handmaidens.

“Oh my! Sarada, you are going to get some sexy times tonight!” Her face burnt up red. She could hear the giggles of her entourage as they left the chambers. She could smell a familiar scent of Himalayan pinewood and fresh earth she could recognise anywhere in the world.

Her heartbeat sped up. No way. There's no way this is real.

She wanted to open her eyes but she couldn't immediately after being caught by such a strong flash of light. Nagas had excellent sight and smell but sensitive eyes. Casting illusion required immense amount of magical power and that also affected her speed of recovery. She could hear the man approach the balcony where she was waiting with the wedding garland in her hands.

He should not be able to see her. Her illusions were immensely powerful and his weakness had always been seeing through it.

“You know, I should have just jumped in through the balcony. The journey through the mirror was terrible. I feel a bit squeamish. I think you should move out of the way in case I end up puking.”

Sarada's eyes flew open. A blurry mop of golden hair slowly refocused itself back into the face of her oldest friend.

“You can see me?!” She sputtered. Until and unless the moron was just taking a lucky guess, she would rather die of humiliation at her illusion being seen through by the idiot.

“Duh.”

“How’s that possible?” Boruto nodded towards her feet, ignoring her incredulity.

The anklets.

Boruto smirked, rapidly closing in the distance between the two of them. “Our Lord was the one who gave me the gold which was used to make those. He said that they were “pure” and had anti-illusionary powers. Came in handy since I knew you would be setting up illusions.”

Sarada stared at him. This guy. This brat. This imbecile. Not only did he have an upper hand even before the swayamavara began, he was now giving her that absolutely annoying grin. How could she forget that his ancestor - Garudadeva - was the other of Lord Vishnu's two vahanas? And that he had always been teasing the two of them together.

“So?” Boruto raised a brow.

“So what?” Sarada glared at him viciously.

“Aren't you going to put that garland on me?”

“Whatever made you think that I am going to marry you?!”

Boruto waggled his eyebrows towards her ankles. Sarada flushed even more.

“I have a right to refuse you.”

“Hey!”

“Hey yourself. What about Sumire?”

“What about her?” Boruto blinked in confusion.

“She is doing tapasya to have you as her husband.”

“Ah that, I don't want her. I never saw her as more than a friend. And...she is not doing that tapasya anymore. It's a, um, well, it's a long story.”

“....”

“Listen, I know that-”

The chamber doors banged open. At least half of their families flooded in. Chattering, giggles and congratulations flooded the air while Boruto and Sarada looked on in bemusement. Sakura hugged Sarada tightly while Hinata nearly choked Boruto out of joy. Their parents, grandparents, his sister, everyone was there.

“Big Brother, why don't you have the garland around your neck?” Himawari was the first to notice that Boruto and Sarada are yet to choose each other as their significant other.

Sarada stiffened visibly. Boruto recovered from his previous bemusement immediately.

"You see, Sarada was just curious about how I actually saw through her illusion. And she was so curious that she forgot that we are having a swayamavara out here. Even about the garland. But that's a good thing too. Now that everyone is here, why not do it in front of everyone. Nice idea, right Sarada?” Smugness oozed out of his grin. Sarada gritted her teeth and viciously pushed the other garland she was carrying into his hands.

“Hey!”

Sarada looked up to find gentleness in those brilliantly blue eyes. Sigh. She's hopeless.

Utterly. Absolutely. Completely. Hopeless.

The weight of a garland pressed around her neck. Boruto had chosen her as bride. Smirk melted off into a smile before blooming into a grin. Blush spread across her cheeks and she practically threw the garland around his neck, accepting him as her groom.

It is the beginning of a really long journey together.

“I think I still need to puke. I am still squeamish.”

“Argh! Don't you dare do it on me.”

Tagging @uzumakiani @koppiehart @smartchocobear who I believe are from Indonesia (I may be wrong) and might get a lot of the references in this fic.

[kairi-chan]

She Doesn’t Like Him - BoruSara

Rating: T

Genre: Hurt/Comfort and Romance 

A/N: Written for BoruSaraFFweek D3 - Wind 

Related to What Springtime Brings 

Sequel: He Loves Her

She doesn’t like him. She didn’t like him when they were twelve, she didn’t like him when they were sixteen and he left the village. No one was to know how she cried herself to sleep on the day he left, thinking back to how embarrassing it was that she had shed tears in front of him. Practically begged him to stay. Well, not really beg. More like, kept saying threat after threat, tears, more threats and angry yelling, and even more tears. How pathetic. An Uchiha. Crying and screaming for an Uzumaki to stay. Hold on. Haven’t we seen this before? No? Yeah, you’re right. We’re talking about Boruto and Sarada. This is the first time it happened, right? She doesn’t miss him. She didn’t look for him every time she would walk by Thunder Burger, swiftly do a double take on almost every single blond male she would walk by. Her best friend thought she needed a break and brought her to the beach. She didn’t think of his beautiful eyes when she saw the ocean again. 

Come to think of it, the first time she saw it was with him.  She sat down on the sand and stared at the twinkling sea, so vast and wide. The salty wind blowing through her hair. She closed her eyes and took in a deep yet shaky breath. She wasn’t crying. No. It’s been more than two years since he left. She had no more tears to cry for him. It’s not like she wished he was here. 

It’s not like she imagined he would scootch a little closer to her, nudge her with his shoulder, and she would nudge him back. They would go on for a while like this, laugh and maybe, she would let him when he placed his arm around her. She would let out a sigh of contentment and lean on his chest, because why not? It’s not like she enjoyed it anyway. It’s not like she wanted this. Nope. Not a chance. She opened her eyes. She was sitting alone on the long shoreline. The sun setting on the horizon, casting orange and pink light everywhere. She would have wished she could stay here forever. But what was the point if he wasn’t sitting here next to her? Woah wait. She doesn’t miss him. Doesn’t love him. Remember? She rose to her feet and dusted the sand off of her shorts and stretched her arms over her head, willing the tears back. She had no tears to cry. She had enough days of pouring out her tears until her eyes ran dry.  She didn’t like him when he left the village—and she most certainly didn’t like him now that he was back. She didn’t revel at the fact that he had gotten taller, skin slightly tanner, and his jaw looked stronger. His eyes, they looked just as beautiful, just as blue as she remembered. How silly for the ocean to remind her of his eyes, the ocean simply couldn’t compare. She stood her ground even as he approached, her posture showing no sign of remorse or forgiveness. But gosh. Tears pooled in her eyes and the way her lower lip trembled just gave it all way. Her treacherous heart beating wildly out of her chest and her stomach tangling into hopeless knots. When he stopped a few steps away and reached for her hand, she didn’t pull away. He held her hand to his chest and smiled at her. “I’m home, Sarada.” Salty tears fell down her cheeks and she could taste it at the corner of her mouth. Memories of her sitting alone on the beach came flooding back and her feelings came pouring out. Boruto pulled her to his chest and wrapped his arms around her, mumbling a string of apologies she knew he must have practiced and recited out loud to the wind during his lonely days. She cried. She cried for all the nights she missed him. Cried for all the days he missed in her life—for all the days she missed in his life. She cried for all the days she couldn’t because gosh, she knew deep down she reserved her tears for only him, and even her damn pride couldn’t do anything about it. She cried for all the days she couldn’t help pick him up when he was down, and all the days the rain poured. She cried for all the laughs they missed, and all the warm sunny days she knew he liked. Liked. Sarada doesn’t like Boruto Uzumaki. She wrapped her arms around him. “Welcome home, Boruto.” She loves him.

A/N: I intended it to be like Not a Date but I didn’t mean for it to be so... angsty. Pining Sarada is now my favorite Sarada. 

You can read more of my stories in my master post, or visit my FFnet!

If you like my work, care to sit down and have a ko-fi with me?

[kairi-chan]

Boruto wins a bet with Sarada to let him be her personal bodyguard during the Five Kage Summit to be held in Sunagakure. The functions they attend help them both to slowly realize their true feelings for each other.

I rewrote the first chapter--removed, and added way more than the original version. The writing also reflects my current writing style. I hope you guys will check it out and see the difference! ^^ 

Beta read by the wonderful @trolldockan

Art by @anastasiapancake thank you so much!!! 💜

[faintblueivy]

A Cup Full Of Smiles - Chapter 1 - An Ordinary Day

Hello guys! This is my submission for Borusara Fanfiction Week for day 2. The prompt is - Coffee! So here am I presenting you with my new Coffee Shop AU! But it is just a debut to what is to come, but I won’t be able to give you updates before I end up finishing my other multichapter fics – ‘Is she beautiful?’ and ‘Matters of the Heart’. Sorry about that.

This fanfiction is based on my amazing friend @ionica01’s BNHA fanfiction (for Todomomo ship) called a cup of magic. If you’re interested then go ahead and give it a read. I promise you won’t be disappointed!

Finally let’s come to the Fanfiction! Hope you enjoy it!

Summary- Sarada tried her best to convince herself that this cafe has only become a part of her routine because of its cozy homelike atmosphere, definitely not for a blond haired, blue eyed boy who personified sunshine itself. Well, maybe it is really his fault after all.

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A Cup Full Of Smiles

Chapter 1

An ordinary day

The strong aroma of rich coffee wafts through the streets, attracting people towards it like a moth to the flame. A large board of beautifully carved framework saying ‘A Cup Full Of Smiles’ is highlighted with pink and blue lights. 

The inside scene of the building is alive with all the smiles and giggles, clearly giving a meaning to the name of the cafe. All sorts of people occupy the seats, ranging from retired civilians to lively youngsters. And all of those people were clearly enjoying their time here.

Boruto whirled around the tables with an amazing swiftness, hands balancing trays of coffees, shakes and pastries. A bright never faltering smile was curled upon his lips and his blue eyes shined with warmth that all of his customers adored.

A cup full of smiles - was a cafe run by all male Baristas. And you can obviously guess that it must have been pretty popular among ladies. After all, where can you get young, hot and handsome men serving you with a smile on their faces? Though a cup full of smiles was pretty famous among males as well because of the friendly and welcoming attitude of the staff.

Boruto made sure that everyone coming to a cup full of smiles was provided with the best service irrespective of the gender. They were all his customers and he deeply adores being able to bring smile on the faces of people.

The love he has for a cup full of smiles is unparalleled.

And for the grand success of his quest, he was supported by an amazing staff putting everything they had to make this cafe a place to call home for him and also for their own selves. Yes, they were eccentric and a little rough around the edges but they were a part of the family of a cup full of smiles and Boruto unarguably cherished each and every one of them.

The way he adored every member of the staff, similarly the dedication that the staff poured into managing and running a cup full of smiles also stemmed from their fondness towards their employer. The way Boruto knew each of them personally, they too always observed him and his little quirks.

That is why it did not escape other’s notice that despite the brilliant smile, how often his eyes would roam to the gates every now and then. When the door bells chimed, every time, he would look up and grin which only dampened in the eyes a little when he would realize that it’s not her.

She was definitely running late today.

A few orders are given and taken when Boruto is called out by Inojin.

“Boruto! Your girlfriend is here!”

A tinge of red covers his cheeks when he hisses, “Dammit! Inojin, you know, she’s my customer - not my girlfriend.” Even though, his words are supposed to contain semblance to scolding, his tone is laced with happiness.

He immediately takes up the vacant counter left by Inojin as she approaches. Boruto gives her a signature smile but his blue eyes are shinier, brighter. She couldn’t help but return it.

"The usual?” He asks as he turns to prepare her coffee.

She leans over the counter and smiles, “Yes, and a double chocolate cake, please.”

Even though his back is towards her, he could not help but chuckle, “Hard day at work?”

She wonders how he knows her so much. Maybe the fact that he’s known her all their life helps.

“Yes. The presentation went smooth but the dealers we had this time were extremely nitpicking. It was annoying.”

“Hm…looks like you’ve had a rough day, huh? You’re tired. Go to your seat. I’ll bring your order in a bit.” He says as he pours the adequate amount of steaming milk in her coffee.

“Nah, I’ll stay here. I wanna talk to you.” Her voice is tired and her posture is lethargic, and he doesn’t like it..

“Don’t argue Sarada.” He says sternly even though the warm fuzzy feeling in his heart is hard to ignore, “Go to your seat and I’ll be there. Then, we can talk as much as you want.”

It was rare for him to get this serious but Sarada liked it. So, she follows his orders and saunters over the farthest chair on the other side corner of the cafe. It was funny how he would always refer to this particular table as her seat. But she cannot argue because this is the only seat in the entire cafe that she really enjoys to sit at.

It was an unspoken rule that even when the cafe was at its busiest peak, no one really occupies it, as if it was solely reserved for her. Knowing him, it probably was. This particular spot allowed her to observe the entire café without interruptions and it also provided a lot of privacy. Her eyes flicked across all the customers and found herself shaking her head at a group of googly eyed teenager girls appreciating the baristas roaming around and performing their jobs. Well, it wasn’t exactly a rare situation to see.

Then there was rowdy group of young boys at another corner. One of the center table was occupied by an old day smiling fondly at a child by her side who was happily enjoying his big piece of rainbow cake. Another table held a young couple on a date. And then, a young man was busy scribbling something on the last corner surrounded by lots of scattered papers and a large size cup of hot chocolate. Observing so many people here made her heart warm. It’s weird to say but noticing different customers was oddly relaxing and in some way, it makes her understand Boruto a little more.

Sarada looked up, her eyes automatically resting upon a working Boruto. Seeing him smile and put his all in for his passion was definitely a heartwarming and inspirational sight.  

…

“Sarada!” the call of her name from a familiar voice made her turn head. Mitsuki approached her, carrying an empty tray and smiling his usual smile.

“Mitsuki! How are you?” She grinned at her friend.

“I’m good. But looks like you had some troubles.”

Sarada laughed at his blunt observation. “Yeah, I had a little troubles but nothing to worry about.”

“Hm, I’m glad. Hope your meeting went well.” He said.

“Of course! You know I would never settle for something less than perfect.”

He laughed, “Definitely. Though, your delay was causing him to get antsy. I think he was just a hair breadth away from barging into your office to grab you.”

“Oi! Mitsuki! Stop ratting out on me, will ya? And can ya please grab the counter? I’ll take my break now.” Boruto pouted as he carried a tray of her caramel Macchiato and an extra-large size of double chocolate cake and something else too. Sandwiches?   

Mitsuki nodded and gave her a parting wave and left as Boruto slid into the chair in front of her.

Sarada pointed at the plate of Sandwiches and poked him, “I didn’t order that.”

“I know, but you haven’t had your dinner, right?” He asked while placing the tray for her.

Sometimes, she gets overwhelmed with his habit of looking after her. There was a time when he was dubbed as the reckless one out of them. But now, it’s as if the tables have turned. She doesn’t understand how he manages to read her like an open book with a simple glance, albeit, she can do the same…but he is a type of guy who wears his heart on his sleeve. Dedicated to his cause to a fault, capable of making friends easily, always smiling and trying to cheer everyone up, willing to risk everything to help his friends. To her, he was sort of predictable.   

But she was slightly different. Yes, she was a woman focused on her goals but making friends along the way like nothing was just not her forte. She was far from unsociable but still she always had a hard time opening up to new people. Suppressing her emotions and putting up the logical front, that is how her brain works. So, knowing her like that should be difficult, right? But Boruto made it look so easy. Though because it was him, she didn’t mind being readable and vulnerable.

She took a bite of the sandwich and softly smiled. They were mild flavored…just like how she liked. Her hand then immediately went to her coffee as soon as the warm creamy liquid came in contact with her taste buds, she sighed in bliss. The coffee was so Boruto. No, it was so her.

Made by him…just for her.

Perfect.

Or maybe better than perfect.

She placed the coffee back on the table but her mouth watered at the sight of the chocolate cake.

It looked so damn good.

Grabbing a fork and slicing through the soft dessert, she put it into her mouth and moaned in delight. The spongy cake layered with chocolate filling and then covered with delicious ganache made her grin at the explosion of sweet-bitter taste. A trace of coffee could be detected but rather than covering the taste of chocolate…it simply enhanced it.

As she took alternating bites of her sandwich and cake, she noticed Boruto taking a sip of her coffee. He closed his eyes and hummed softly as if analyzing the taste and picking apart every measurement of every ingredient involved. After a lot of thinking and two other sips, he put it down in front of her and grinned proudly.

“It’s good!”

She tilted her head to show her approval and pushed the plate of cake at his direction and the fork too. He took a bite and nodded but pushed it back towards her.

“It’s fine but too sweet for me.” 

She laughed knowing that despite the fact that the café specialized in confections, Boruto had always loved spicy food, or maybe he’s just developed an aversion to them, tasting them all the damn time. Sometime, she would feel jealous of him for it.

Another difference between them.

It might have been flustering to other people to share food with each other the way they do but Boruto never feels embarrassed. They had practically been sharing spoons since birth. It was nothing to be awkward about. And they were both glad about it.

As the closing time of the café approached, it became more and more vacant. And by the time the clock struck ten, all of the seats were empty except for the ones they occupied.

Sarada was about to pull out some bills for the payment when Boruto chuckled, “It’s on the house.”

Sarada smirked and shook her head. “You cannot always say ‘it’s on the house every time I order something, silly’. You do it almost five times a week!”

He cutely pouted at her words and made denial, “I don’t do that ‘always’. And anyway, a cup full of smiles belongs to you as much as it belongs to me.”

His words freeze her. He simply runs to his staff to help them with the chores leaving her behind still sitting on the table to contemplate. Yes, this is not the first time he has said that. But every time these words escape his mouth, it overwhelms her beyond belief.

A cup full of smiles was Boruto’s dream. His biggest accomplishment ever. Its success was a fruit of his hard labor and one tracked mind. If there is someone who is aware of all the struggles that Boruto had to face to bring a cup full of smiles to life, then it was her.

A cup full of smiles represented his triumph over his insecurities, fears and demons. It was a reason of his smile and the fact that he was willing to share it with her left her breathless.  

A cup full of smiles belongs to you as much as it belongs to me.

His words echo in her head again and again and her eyes begin to shine.

After a few moments pass, she lifts herself off from the chair and grabs a broom to sweep off the floor. Nobody stops her. As they make preparations for the next day, a part of Sarada is overflowing with happiness at being able to contribute something for this café.

Her café.

His café.

Their café.

A cup full of smiles.

Sometime later they step out in the cold night. The doors are locked securely and parting greetings are made. As Boruto and Sarada walk down the road side by side a comfortable silence engulfs the two best friends. Her long midnight locks sway with the wind, as if celebrating their freedom from the confines of her bun – the hairstyle she keeps for work.

A warm touch brushes against her palm which makes her look at man beside her. His boyish charm blazes through with the grin he offers her. The slight blush on his cheeks make her smile as she curls her index finger around his. This gesture from her seems to embolden him and instantly, his large hand has her smaller one in a soft grip.

Side by side, they head to home.

And somewhere along the path she makes a realization.

‘A cup full of smiles’ is her home as well.

So, this is not your typical ‘I saw you in my coffee shop and fell in love with you.’ I’m sorry if you were expecting that. But this fanfiction is going to hold a much deeper symbolism and plot. Hope you don’t mind.

Although, I REALLY WANT TO KNOW YOUR THOUGHTS FOR THIS FIC! Please. I wrote it with a lot of heart. So, please let me know your views!

Thank you! See you again!

P.S. And my master post will be containing all of my submissions for the week, please visit it when if you haven’t read them.