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[borusawa]

"It feels just like yesterday" a quick borusara oneshot where both are in their late twenties and haven't met in years?

I know this has been sitting here for at least two years but this plot shares a lot of similarities with my story Dirty Laudry. The story is actually a very quick and easy read, even it's not a oneshot it has less than 2k words and probably won't surpass that much.

[faintblueivy]

“I can please you in more than one way.” BORUSARA

It feels like it's been forever since I've done one of these borusara requests! Haha, inspiration for this slapped me in the face out of nowhere so, yeah, enjoy!

Rated T

Genre: Fluff

In more than one way

"Sarada, I promise you won't regret it!"

Boruto yells with confidence and Sarada wonders...why exactly were they having this kind of conversation in the ungodly hour of three in the morning.

"Hmm? What makes you so sure?" She questions, stirring the cup of coffee in front of her gently, eyes and bones burning with exhaustion. If not for the boy in front of her, she might have been in her comfy bed with warm covers cocooning her.

They were just back from an S-rank mission, traveling non stop for four days till they had finally reached the outskirts of Konoha. Unlike any good boyfriend would, Boruto Uzumaki thought that crashing in her apartment for the night was acceptable. His excuse was 'my home is far away and I'm too tired'.

Now they were in her kitchen, stripped of their anbu armours and protective pads, simply enjoying a cup of late night coffee. Like old days. But then she bit her lip, sighing, knowing that the current situation was nothing like old days when they were both young and stupidly reckless.

"Convince me." She smirks, blowing the top of her cup, onyx eyes gazing at him through the curtain of steam. "What makes you so sure that I won't regret it?"

He returns her smirk with one of his own as he takes a sip from his own cup. "I can please you in more than one way."

Sarada almost chokes on her coffee, wondering if she heard it wrong but the mischief twinkling in his eyes convinces her that he is as guilty as charged.

A game? Oh, it's on.

She dons a cute innocent look and raises one delicate eyebrow. "How so?"

And he immediately fumbles, a furious blush creeps upon his cheeks and she bites back a laugh at his flustered look.

"I-I make good coffee!"

Average. If she's honest.

"I can cook too!"

Not the best, but yes, his food is edible.

"I can sew!"

Oh, she's seen it. Messy at it's finest.

"I am...good at gardening?"

Nope. Any green thing he touches dies exactly in two days.

"I can write reports for you!"

She'd rather die than hand him hers.

The silence between them is deafening as Boruto racks his brain for more of his good points and Sarada is having the hardest time of her life trying to control her laughter but failing miserably.

"And?" She taunts, but this time, Boruto notices the upward quirk of her lips that she'd been attempting to suppress for so long.

Realising that she was toying with him, he wastes no second in grabbing the back of her chair and dragging her along with it to his side. She yelps at his sudden action and watches as the coffee splashes dangerously near the rim of the cup.

"Boruto!" She chides, but immediately shuts up at the predatory grin on his face.

He leans in, his face so close that she feels his hot breath on her lips.

"You know it, right? I am goddamn good at kissing!" He flaunts and she almost whispers out a 'liar' at his claim but knows, if she did then she'll be the one lying.

She licks her lips and Boruto takes that as her consent and presses his lips against her fervently. Moments later they separate and both of them are breathless messes.

"Sarada." Boruto calls out her name tenderly, and Sarada feels her heart skip a beat at the sincere affection glazing his blue eyes.

"Marry me, and I promise, I'll do my best to make you the happiest woman on earth."

Sarada laughs, her eyes misty with warmth and happiness flooding her entire being.

"I...accept. After all, nobody on this planet is as good as you in the art of pleasing me."

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Wow, it really felt good writing some Borusara again! Hope you all enjoyed it!

[borusarafics]

BoruSara Week 2019

I'm glad to announce that we'll be hosting a BoruSara Week for year 2019! This week will be dedicated to celebrate the bond between Boruto Uzumaki and Sarada Uchiha from Boruto/Naruto series!

The event will be conducted from:

August 25 to August 31

The submissions for the week can be anything you want! Fanfictions, Fanarts, AMVs, Gifs, Edits! Everything is open!

Prompts

The prompts for the week are as follows:

DAY 1

Years

Aging together, from kids to teens to adults.

Treasures

What kind of treasure? Like their time just to be with you. Something precious that they have received from each other and kept it with themselves for years?

DAY 2

Travelling

They travel, both or separately, local or abroad.

Diary

Their monologues and feelings for each other that only a diary may ever know. Like their fav parts about each other, or the changes their witnessing that they're too afraid to point out.

DAY 3

Crossover AU

Want to see them in Harry Potter Universe? Pokemon...Hunger Games…

Flowers

Flower Crowns, flower you think best represent Boruto and Sarada- or their relationship

DAY 4

Sunset or Rain

Something very meaningful happening during Sunset? or Something sad while raining? Rain can wash away your sorrows after all.

Music

Inspiration from a song or the meaning behind it. Or just have them dance around it.

DAY 5

Little Moments

Sharing clothes/food/bed or normal everyday things that makes you appreciate their company- or canon moments you see in the anime or manga

Social Media

What they do in social media? Tweet them something sweet? Pick-up line?

DAY 6

Misadventures

A problematic situation happening between the two. Stuck in an elevator/cave? Body Switching? Have to fake date/marry? Go wild but Keep it PG-13. PLEASE THEY'RE BABIES

Yin Yang

Opposites. Light and Dark. Yin can’t exist without Yang and vice versa.

DAY 7

Partners

Soulmates, Partner in Crimes or things they have in common. They fight together, support each other, understand each other, love each other- okay, keep it PG13 guys

Red and Blue

Their…eyes or however you see those two colours fit them!

The prompts are supposed to spark fun and creativity among participants. And if you're not comfortable using them or if you already have some ideas in your mind, then you're more than welcome to use it!

Rules

Now, the following rules must be followed for every submission that will be made for the week:

• No character bashing. Your submissions will be rejected.

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

• No reposts, stealing and copying other's fan works.

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

• NSFW content is NOT accepted! Please keep it Rated T/PG-13!

• Please tag your works as 'borusaraweek19' and 'bsaweek19'.

• You may even add @borusarafics so I don't miss to reblog your post!

The week will be conducted both on Tumblr and Twitter!

The Twitter handle for the week is @borusara_week19.

Please reblog this post so more and more people may know about the event!

Let's sincerely celebrate this event with positivity and fun! And if you have any questions then please send me an ask here or on my personal blog @faintblueivy!

My sincere thanks to @benteja for creating these lovely posters and @mirachaann for her support! In the end I just wish to say that

Let's have fun together!

[ourlittlesecrethoney]

You Found Me. —BoruSara.

I.- Fateful encounters.

They say winter days are the best to lay down onto a bed, cuddle with your pillow—or if you are lucky enough, with your special someone—drink hot chocolate and watch a movie.

However, there are people like Sarada, who refused to stay in bed when there's snow falling outside; the perfect timing to build snowmans and play until it's dark.

Of course, she always wore tons of coats, her mother would never let her step a single foot out of the house if she wasn't dressed with at least five scarfs and three jackets along with her black cape. With a goodbye kiss, she left her house walking to the closest park, where all the twelve year old kids like her went to play, those who belonged to the Dark side of the town. Or at least that's what she told to her mom.

The truth is that she hated to live on the Dark side. Only people with dark magic were allowed to live there, they gathered together and built a community, schools, markets, to protect each other and become stronger.

However, there was also the Light side, on the exact opposite side from the town, where people with white magic lived. Two sides of the same coin, opposite powers; one caused destruction and damage, the other creation and heal. They were not exactly enemies, but they preferred to keep themselves on their own side of the town in order to avoid conflict.

The little twelve year old kid was so tired of this conflict, she didn't understand why her mother always told her to not go to the other side; she had seen kids with their white capes and they seemed like nice people, she didn't buy what her people said about the white magicians.

She could have gone to the park her mother believed she was going, but actually, she had other plans in mind. Despite all the warnings, she befriended another girl with a white cape, named Chocho. They had their secret meeting spot in a hidden park on the light side, close to the frontier between White and Dark. It was supposed to be abandoned because it was so close to the dark side and people were scared of them.

After walking a few blocks she could see already her friend sitting on a bench. The moment she saw her, Chocho run to her and gave her a hug.

"Good morning, Chocho!"

"Sarada! I thought you abandoned me!"

The girl with the dark cape hugged her back, but then she stepped back giving her friend a weird look.

"Sarada, is everything okay?"

Sarada's eyes were on her friend's head. She was wearing two bows, really pretty, but they were blue. She didn't know what blue was, but at least she could tell the monochromatic environment she was used to see since she was born was broken. It might be broken forever.

"I see... different! There's something new!" Sarada was pointing out Chocho's head, but then she looked to her surroundings and suddenly the water was also different, the sky looked different, her scarf was no longer black but took a brighter shade, the so named blue color.

Chocho remained silent next to her friend; she thought that maybe Sarada lost her mind, or maybe she drank a potion or something, but then she remembered something her mother taught her when she was younger.

"Could it be... Sarada, I think I know what's going on, it's your soulmate!"

"Soulmate..."

Sarada sat on the bench thinking of that word… Soulmate. She might have read about it, but couldn’t remember exactly what. The memory clicked on her mind and then everything made sense.

Flashback.

"Soulmates are something very difficult to find in this society nowadays. Only the luckiest of people have the fortune to find their special someone, that person who would always love them and compliment them as their other half."

How curious, a 7 year old Sarada was reading one of her mother's books in the forbidden library.

"What an interesting concept," she thought as she swiped to read next page.

"People are born without the ability of recognizing colors. Everything is just black and white, but when the time comes, the first color they are able to see is the color of their soulmates' eyes.

"Clans owners of dark magic take this soulmate concept very seriously, and awake special powers the moment they first look at their soulmate's eyes."

"Sarada, what are you doing?"

She immediately closed the book, she wasn't supposed to be at her mother's library; it contained secrets of magic and she was too young to learn about them.

"N-Nothing, just curious about soulmates.” She looked at her mother. “I heard Papa say that word to you and I was curious"

Sakura came close to her and picked the book she was reading. ‘Love and magic’ printed on the cover.

"My darling, you know you have to ask for permission if you want to come here. You are still very young, and soulmates is a topic we can discuss when you get a bit older, okay?"

"Are you and Papa soulmates?" That's the only thing Sarada wanted to know, giving her mother puppy eyes.

"Yes, we are, and you may find yours someday, now come here, sweetheart." Sakura kneeled in front of her, poked her head and then hugged her curious little bean.

End of the flashback.

"Oh no... " when she looked at Chocho, her friend gasped, she already knew what was happening in that moment.

“This means someone is near.” Sarada said in a worried tone, and by someone, she meant her soulmate. She was on the white side, and this wasn't good news, for that meant her soulmate was either a white magician or a dark magician following her where she shouldn't be.

Both girls stood up, ready to say goodbye; they couldn’t risk getting caught because they could be severely punished by the magician society, and their parents for breaking the rules. That was the original plan until they heard a boy screaming from the other side of the small park.

"SHIKADAI, YOUR GLOVES LOOK WEIRD!"

"Calm down, Boruto, there's nothing wrong with my gloves." The other boy sighed. It was like the third time he assured his friend but he kept insisting there was something wrong with his gloves.

They were walking toward the other girls, Sarada was about to leave, but there was no time. The moment her eyes looked at the screaming boy, she knew who caused all this color mess.

Boruto, who was all confused because the world looked different, stopped on his tracks when he felt a heavy gaze land on him. When he lifted up his sight, he was able to see a girl looking straight at him, whose eyes were the same as Shikadai's gloves.

Red.

To be continued.

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Well, this may be a multichapter fic, that depends on what you guys think, should I also post my fics on ffnet? I'm also thinking of writing my own masterlist. 🤔 I don't know.

It is a soulmates AU but also kinda fantasy au, i don't know if have you ever heard of Fairy Oak, a series of books, it's based on that.

Hope you enjoy. :)

As always, special thanks to my lovely @abbypdg for beta reading this, she is my hero.

[kyvir]

I can’t believe it but I’ve actually hit 600+ followers and like... I’m blown away.

So, I decided that the next 6 requests I receive will be written ahead of all the ones I have yet to complete. First come first serve. Please send away!

Prompts only! But feel free to send more than one!

Fluff? Smut? Angst? You got it.

Challenge me~ Innocent prompts to turn smutty. Let’s make it interesting!

I’m so thankful for you guys so let me do something for you in return for you following my little blog. 🥰

[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?

[borusawa]

I Guess That's Love

A/N: The first chapter of my new story is out! I hope yall like it, even after all this time.

Part 1: Meet Uncute

“Finally fucking home,” her brain reverberated as the pleasure of removing her shoes dominated her body.

The natural scent of her house had healing powers, or so she was convinced, since entering what came to be her personal paradise always felt like tapping the reset button of her brain. Lola, her cat, softly meowed a welcome and Sarada couldn’t help but to pet the tiny angel while dropping her purse on the floor. She had a long day at work, which led her body to claim back all her delayed sleep in a spare of hours causing her to be completely exhausted when she finally managed to get home.

In the dark of the night and the peaceful silence that those hours tend to have, she guided herself to the bathroom, ready to shower the pain out. It was, certainly, the moment she treasured the most. The cold water managed to unwind her like nothing else, her playlist helped to get out of her system the last bit of work-related issue that could be persisting in her brain. A true dose of pure therapy.

It was well past 2 AM and she pressed play right before stripping out of her clothes and stepping into the shower. It was something about nightcore with guttural singing that just made her happy and when the water started to run down on her body overall relaxation fell upon. Only when the shower had finished and the music was finally paused that she heard a light knock on her door. Constant and, quite frankly, a bit annoyed, knock. Who could it be so late at night? The questions flooded her brain, worries about her parents, her friends, herself─for all she knew it could be a criminal of some sort. But would a criminal politely knock?

Sarada looked through the peephole on her door and spotted a familiar face. Not a close person but she at least knew her house was not about to get robbed. She held her towel tighter around her body and opened the door, only to be received by a mess of blond hair and barely open blue eyes. Her neighbor, a new neighbor nonetheless, apparently had something to tell her that couldn’t be held till the next day. She opened the door and plopped only her head outside.

“Do you happen to know what time it is?” His husked voice asked, eyes unable to look at her directly because of the lights coming out of her living room.

“Well... do you?” Sarada asked right before checking her phone. “It’s a quarter past three.”

“Exactly. That considered, would you mind explaining why there were screaming noises coming from your apartment?”

A scoff left her mouth. “Excuse me? You must be mistaken, I am sure I made no noise.”

Suspicion was spread over his face “No, I totally heard screams. The walls are thin and I made sure to listen carefully before knocking. What are you even doing awake at this time? Are you torturing someone or something?”

"What?” Sarada couldn’t believe that was happening. “What’s wrong with you? No one was screaming, I already told you that.”

“Then why are you behind your door? To hide the blood, that’s why.” The blond man crossed his arms.

“I could be with someone here for all you know,” Sarada stated.

A/N: If you wanna continue reading check out the same story on archive of our own or fanfiction.net! I'm just redirecting because I probably won't keep updating it on Tumblr.

[borusawa]

When I Was Promised Love, This Is Not What I Expected

❀ Pairings   BoruSara

❀ Rating T

❀ Beta-reader Is it too bad that I don’t know his tumblr? I truly love him if that compensates please forgive me Sean

❀ Word Count 1,933

❀ A/N It’s still the 25th in here so please don’t judge. This Soulmate AU has been sitting on my drive for so long I decided to show it to the world. I’m not very comfortable with my writing recently, hence why I’ve been barely posting but I’ll try to manage my time better so I can come back here and have my priorities straight. This is not a promise. Anyhow, I’m thankful for being part of this amazing fandom through which I met people I can’t picture my life without and I’m ready to celebrate one more BoruSara week! 

BoruSara Week Day 1

“Sarada, do you think we will ever find love?”

The vibe of the slumber party had suddenly changed when the girls started to talk about their frustrating love lives. Chocho’s words were a trigger and Sarada, even though having nothing to share about the subject in general, had made that same question to herself many times, never coming to a result.

“Maybe. We supposedly will,” she managed to answer sincerely.

During the long silent period that followed, all the girls got immersed in their own minds, including Sarada. She held back the urge to check once more the words written over her forearm in look for explanations that were impossible to reach. 

‘Will we ever find love?’ she wondered incessantly.

If they weren’t supposed to, what was the meaning of everything? She thought about her parents’ story, about how they met at a young age and the long way they went through before actually getting together. Their promised words were simple and clear: Sakura had his name on her arm and Sasuke had the sentence “what’s your name?” Meanwhile, Sarada didn’t possess the same luck, holding an unhelpful “hey” on her arm. Ever since she first learned what it meant she got frustrated; those words should be used to guide a person towards their soulmates and she couldn’t believe hers meant nothing.

‘Will I ever find love?’ she tried to settle but it was unlikely.

Every new person who greeted her with “hey” or anything in that area made her look if the golden words over her arm had turned into a black tattoo, a long-time habit that was becoming old as she progressively gave up. She had seen people finding their soulmates at events, parties, stores and even concerts she went, but her time never came and she was done waiting for it.

Maybe she would meet the love of her life but she was decided to stop looking for it. Let it happen. Maybe it would. Supposedly.

Her friends were gone in the morning and since her mom had left to work in the break of dawn Sarada was alone rather early for her liking. Although being used to it, for some reason, she felt the urge to be outside and enjoy the beautiful day that had just begun. With no purpose for staying at home, Sarada was soon at the streets, feeling the always delightful summer breeze and the warm sun rays against her skin. It felt good to be outside for once, in a way she couldn’t understand. Passing by an ice cream shop, she decided it could do no harm and went in.

Many flavors were listed on the menu and she took her time to decide; it needed to be different but tasteful and match her summer feeling. She got closer to the cashier and smiled.

“Hello! I want a pineapple ice cream.”

The attendant was a polite and slightly older man. “You’re a lucky girl! We don’t have much left, only enough for you.”

She smiled fondly, happy that they still had that flavor and that the morning was indeed so pretty. The girl had just taken her ice cream in hands when a blond boy entered, and seemed so bothered that his negative vibe made her chill. It was an instant dislike.

“Do you have pineapple ice cream?” He asked and the attendant looked at Sarada; she couldn’t do much but laugh at the situation.

“I’m sorry, that girl just took all we had left.” The man apologized.

The pair of blue eyes, that didn’t look at her once since the owner’s entrance, suddenly locked on her. He was simply pissed and Sarada would take a step back but she was no woman to run away.

"Hey! This ice-cream should mine!" He said, looking at the cone on her hands.

Sarada smirked and took a bite, laughing even more than before. "Too bad I already licked it then."

"This is not funny! My sister will be so mad at me! No other place has a pineapple flavor at all, this was my only chance." He complained in a quite aggressive tone. If Sarada didn’t like him before he said any words, she disliked him even more after.

"This is not my problem and you're being extremely unreasonable." She mimicked his tone.

He rolled his eyes. “What do you know?”

“Apparently I know how to talk to people better than you do.” 

“You say that but you’re doing the exact same thing I am.”

“Listen here. I don’t…”

It was then that they both felt a burn on their arms, right over the words Sarada stared so profusely the night before, one that made their hands go straight into it. She was scared to look but the boy in front of her did it and started to laugh right after, suddenly relaxed.

Boruto had deliberately denied telling anyone his soulmate's first words as he was the only one that could see it. He asked himself how could a person ever say such a thing in a first encounter but smiled when thinking about how unique they would be together and about what could his other half have on their arm. He never thought it could be it. The girl in front of him was pretty; even if he thought destiny was just joking when brought them together that way, he wanted to know more than her favorite ice cream flavor.

Sarada looked at him one more time before seeing the black tattoo over her arm. She took a deep breath and thought about it for a second. It was impossible to avoid your soulmate, she knew it, even when apparently there was a mistake. She would never love anyone that screams at others for no reason.

"Well, that's unusual," the attendant of the ice cream shop broke the awkward silence that had settled with a smug expression. "I've never seen soulmates fighting when they traded their first words." 

As the couple didn’t show any reaction, the man started to get uncomfortable as well. It seemed like they didn't know what to do next; everyone always talked about what happened before, about the first words and that exact moment where they found their soulmate and knew they were for life. No one ever talked about how to deal with it. 

At his constant stare, Sarada felt completely different from anything she had in life. "I can't believe that you, out of all the nice people I've met, are my…"

“For all you know, I could be really nice.”

“Or you could be terrible.” She said matter-of-factly.

“To be fair you can also be really terrible. If that’s the case then we can be terrible together and scare little kids in public spaces.” A smug grin grew on his face; Sarada knew he was proud.

“Yeah, I’m thinking no… But thanks.” She held back her own smile.

Boruto chuckled and walked away, closer to the booths in the back of the shop, followed by a confused and kinda mad Sarada. “I’m Boruto by the way. You?”

With narrowed eyes, she slowly enounced her name. “Sarada.”

He turned away and sat, waiting for her to sit across. “I think we began in the wrong way.”

“Oh, you think?” Sarada wondered if that was the time to use her self defense skills and kick his snob ass to space, however, something about his smile of the way he moved his hair away from his face made her stay still and appreciate it.

"Sarada… Your name is Sarada right?” She tried to glare him but whenever she looked at his direction a blush spread itself all over her face. He was it. He was her long-awaited love. And he was a jerk.

“What.”

“Don’t be mad at me,” Boruto said, smirking. “It’s none of our faults that fate wants us together.”

Sarada crossed her arms. “Does fate have a customer attendance service? I want to file a complaint.”

“We’ll have a long time in our lives for you to complain about it as much as you want.” He looked to the other side. "I'm sorry for screaming at you."

"It was extremely uncalled for."

"I’m not just a rude person, I swear. My sister is sick so she can't leave the house. It's kinda stressful but, since it's summer, I just wanted to sneak in some ice cream to her and I know pineapple is her favorite. I think I went too far." 

"You did. Nonetheless, if that was the case you're forgiven." 

Boruto lightly took her arm from over the table and checked the single word on it. His smile made her blush.

“I always wondered what my words to my soulmate would be and I cannot believe that it’s only 'hey'." Boruto grinned while he showed his extended left arm for her. "I wanted to know how you'd be like. Those are bold words, the kind of thing you listen once or twice in a lifetime, if ever." Sarada could read ‘too bad I already licked it then’ written in black over his arm and she immediately got red all over. It was not a great sentence, she should've shut her mouth. Seeing her reaction he retrieved his arm. "Well, it could be worse. You were just talking about ice cream. Which by the way we should probably take another one for you." He pointed at her long-forgotten pineapple-flavored ice-cream that splashed against the floor.

Sarada denied his offer but he asked for a coconut ice cream himself. She watched as Boruto called his sister saying he would be late and explaining the situation and overheard the screaming answer he got. Truth to be told, Sarada had never felt so vulnerable. He was just a random guy that all of a sudden had a lifetime promise by her side. As Boruto looked inside her eyes she felt like he could read her thoughts. She couldn’t understand why she wanted to stare deep in his blue eyes for the rest of her life. Maybe she wasn’t supposed to understand the way he had such an effect on her, even when rationally he was not on her good side. When he finished his ice cream they got up and walked towards the door in silence.

She fidgeted her dress, looked everywhere else but him. Words were trying to escape her throat as she walked nervously through the streets. In a deep breath, she let it go. “Do we really need to get together now? We barely know each other.”

He chuckled. “No. Destiny is not decided for us. It’s entirely our choice as to if we want to follow this path. We were only given an option. I understand if you want to walk away.” He casually said.

Sarada stopped on the spot and her sight suddenly couldn’t leave him. After all his positiveness towards the situation, she was afraid he was backing out on them or in what they could be because of how she placed her words. However, when he took both her hands, blue eyes captivating and blond hair slight hovering over her face she couldn’t help but think if that was how having a soulmate felt. It felt like coming home after the storm, relieving and warm, safe and comfortable. His smell intoxicated her nostrils while his hand carefully interlaced their fingers. Only then she noticed that the important part was not the first words like she grew to believe, it was what happened next.

“But if we have this chance, I'd like to try,” Boruto whispered.