I Got You (XIX) - BoruSara
Genre: Romance / Angst / Hurt
Chapter 1: Childhood Friends, Chapter 2: The Dinner, Chapter 3: Disconnect, Chapter 4: Spill It, Chapter 5: Nighttime and Bottles of Beer, Chapter 6: Sunsets and Ninbucks Frappes , Chapter 7: Past and Present Dates , Chapter 8: Contemplation, Chapter 9: Awkward AF, Chapter 10: Punch Some Sense Into You, Chapter 11: Anything For You, Chapter 12: Reason For Jealousy, Chapter 13: Permission, Chapter 14: He’s Perfect, Chapter 15: Dreaming of You, Chapter 16: The New Girl in Town Chapter 17: One Down Chapter 18: Heart to Heart
A/N: I’m sorry for the long wait! Things are just crazy these days. Have a long chapter full of hurt/drama.
Brace yourselves, fam (seriously!). This is the chapter where things go down. Pairing warnings (BoruSumi, MitsuSumi).
The room was dark, and despite the ungodly hour, there was a soft glow emanating from the bedspace. The light from her phone reflected on her glasses, and her long, dark hair sprawled across the ivory colored pillows. Her legs were tangled in the thick comforters, a frown on her face. Photo after photo on her Instagram feed was of Boruto and Sumire’s face. They had been dating for a few weeks now, and all posts across her social media were flooded with their activities. Eating Sumire’s home cooked lunch at Konoha U’s field, studying together in the library, going to fraternity parties, and even just random selfies. But the last one was what made Sarada want to gag. It was a photo of Boruto’s entire family with Sumire at Ichiraku Ramen. Naruto, Hinata, and Himawari were all smiles, as Boruto extended his right arm to take a selfie, with his left arm wrapped around Sumire’s shoulders. He had already taken her to dinner and meet his family.
They had only been dating for a little over a month, she thought. She scowled and scrolled up, not wanting to see the photo anymore. She didn’t even know why was she so angry, and yet she wanted to throw her phone across the room.
“Hey,” a soft and sleepy voice from behind her spoke. A warm arm snaked around her waist, and she felt his hot breath on the back of her neck. “Not sleepy yet?”
She turned her phone off, and took her glasses off. She shook her head. “No.”
“Well, if you’re not sleepy yet, maybe we can have sex instead?”
Sarada smirked and relaxed into his embrace. “You keep pushing your luck with that.”
Kagura chuckled and planted soft kisses on her bare shoulder. “I’m not rushing you, okay? Just putting the thought out there.”
She smiled and turned to her other side to face him. In the dark, it was hard to see his face, but she knew he was giving her that nervous and crooked smile he always did whenever he thought he might have crossed the line. To reassure him, she kissed his lips and buried her face on his chest. Kagura eagerly wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer, a soft sigh escaping his lips. Sarada released a sigh of her own, and he rubbed her back in comforting circles.
It was pointless to feel angry over Boruto and Sumire. She had the perfect boyfriend, and he loved her unconditionally. The last five months weren’t perfect, but they were manageable. Her parents liked him, and her friends accepted him, too. What was there to complain about?
“My grandparents are coming over this weekend,” Sarada started. “Do you want to come over for dinner?”
He froze and stuttered, “y-your grandparents? You-you mean Mr. Fugaku?”
Sarada nodded. “Uncle Itachi might come, too. I hope he does, at least. I haven’t seen him in a while.” She then lifted her head to look at his face in the dark. “You can sleep over, too, if you like. Then you can say you’re even with Mitsuki.” She giggled.
This released the tension in his shoulders, and Kagura laughed. “Ah, if you put it that way.” After a few moments of silence, he spoke again. “Do you really think I’m ready to meet him?”
She shrugged. The Uzumaki family photo with Sumire flashed in her mind, making her grimace. If he could introduce her in the span of a few weeks, then she could take her relationship with Kagura to the next level. “Of course. I know they’ll love you.”
“Like how you love me?” She could hear his grin, but Sarada couldn’t get herself to say it still.
She bit her lower lip and replied, “of course.” Sarada thanked all the gods in the sky she couldn’t see his face. She didn’t think her heart could handle his hurt and disappointed expression.
Sarada straightened her skirt before she took the seat that Kagura was holding out for her. Fugaku’s dark and scrutinising gaze was on them the entire time. Kagura’s grandfather had a ruthless reputation. Seeing that Fugaku and he were batchmates, Sarada wasn’t surprised that her grandfather would be wary of her boyfriend. However, the soft smiles and respectful tone Kagura kept throughout the night seemed to have been working. Itachi was actually carrying a good conversation with Kagura, and engaging Sasuke, too. Her grandmother and mother chatted away, and shared hushed words of approval for the boy.
Despite things going well, Sarada’s nerves were still on edge. Daintily, she took her wine glass and took a long sip. She closed her eyes as the burgundy liquid sloshed inside her mouth before she gulped it down. She had to hand it to Kagura, this was the best wine she had ever tasted. He certainly knew his wines.
“How do you like it?” Kagura asked, throwing a gentle smile her way.
Sarada smiled, too and replied, “I like it. It’s the best wine I’ve had.”
His smile morphed into a full grin.
Fugaku spoke, breaking their moment. “Indeed it is. I’m glad you took my advice, Sarada. That Uzumaki Boy pales in comparison to Kagura.”
Sarada froze. She took a fistful of her skirt and crumpled the fabric under her tight grip. She couldn’t believe her grandfather would bring him up. Boruto was already a sensitive topic between her and Kagura, and now Fugaku just made it sound like there was history between them. She opened her mouth to speak, but Kagura held her hand under the table, and gave it a light squeeze.
“Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Uchiha, but I would have been far more appreciative if you didn’t compare me to Boruto. We’re both different, as our relationship is with Sarada.” His smile was kind, yet there was a sharpness to his tone. She had never heard anyone talk back to her grandfather. “I assure you I will take very good care of her.”
Fugaku smirked. “You really are a Katatachi. Very well.” He raised his wine glass towards their direction and nodded before taking a sip of his wine.
Sarada stopped breathing, her mind went into overdrive. Her grandfather had just given his approval. This was what she wanted, and hoped for. This was why she invited Kagura to dinner in the first place. Yet the way her stomach twisted and heart pounded, she was starting to think that this wasn’t her intention from the start.
She tore her eyes away from her phone and blinked a few times before she spoke, “Uncle Itachi.”
He glided across the room, and sat next to her on the sofa. They stared at each other for a few moments in silence before Sarada smiled and spoke, sensing her uncle’s tension. “What’s up?”
His thin lips quirked upward and he placed his hand on the top of her head. “I’m happy you found someone you like. Although I must admit, I was surprised you took someone else home.”
Her eyes narrowed, and she placed her phone away. She regarded her uncle warily, but tried to joke her way out of it. “Who did you think I would bring?”
Itachi smirked and retracted his hand. “I was just… surprised. I can see why Kagura would take a fancy to you.” She tipped her head to the side, a slight smile on her face. “He thinks you’re intelligent, and you two have a lot in common. A little too much, to be precise.”
Itachi shrugged and tapped her forehead. “I’ll let you know some other time.”
Her cheeks were dusted with light rose, but she pouted. “That’s not fair!”
He smiled at her, and rose from the sofa. “To answer your earlier question, yes, I thought you would bring someone else home. In fact, I was rooting for him.”
Her lips parted, and her eyes widened. She didn’t want to admit it, but the way her uncle’s eyes locked on her own, there was only one name that popped into her head.
“Oh, Sango.” He stopped walking as his classmate jogged up to him, long ponytail swaying side to side as she did. She was holding on to a brochure and extended it to him.
“You like animals, right?”
“Of course.” He took the brochure and took a look. It read: ZOOLUNTEERS!
She grinned. “Awesome! We’re looking for volunteers. Do you want to join?” He blinked a few times, at the brochure and leafed through. As Mitsuki did, Sango kept on talking. “There are a lot of sections and cool stuff you can sign up to do. Like, you could feed tiger cubs with milk bottles, help clean the reptile cages, oh! And man the petting zoo. You can hold the python while the kids pet them.” Sango knew what she was talking about. Any mention of snakes--Mitsuki’s favorite animal--was sure to get him to say yes.
“I have to check my schedule…” His mouth was saying “no”, but his eyes were screaming “yes”. He would have to talk to Sakura about it, and check if he can squeeze it in his ever busy schedule.
“Sure!” Sango grinned. “My number’s at the back. Just text me!”
He smiled, nodded, and thanked her. Mitsuki read more of the information as he walked back to their dorm. As much as he wanted to keep his thoughts on the cute snakes he could spend time with, his phone kept on vibrating. He stuffed the brochure in his back pocket and pulled his phone out.
Denki was texting him non-stop about not forgetting their study plans. As he read through the messages, a banner popped up and he clicked it. It was their chat group, and Chocho and Inojin were teasing Boruto about Sumire. Mitsuki scrolled up and saw that Shikadai took a screenshot of Boruto’s photo on Instagram with his family and Sumire. He read more of the exchanges, and read Boruto defending himself, saying he was actually having a good time with her and was taking this seriously. Inojin, Chocho and Shikadai was going in for the kill, cornering Boruto for more details. It did not go unnoticed for Mitsuki that Sarada read the messages, but did not respond or react to anything. He was just relieved no one bothered calling her out for it--not even Inojin did.
Finally, Mitsuki reached his shared dorm with Boruto. Once he had it unlocked and pushed the door open, he was met by a pair of purple eyes and a warm smile.
He blinked a few times and felt the need to pinch himself. Was he dreaming? Was Sumire really here, in his dorm, welcoming him home?
“I hope you don't mind, Boruto-kun said I could wait in here.”
Mitsuki shook his head to clear it and smiled. “of course. Make yourself at home.” He placed his belongings down on the chair, and fixed his stuff, keeping himself busy and hiding the blush on his pale cheeks. He was used to Boruto bringing his dates back to their place but this was Sumire. Mitsuki couldn't help but feel as if his roommate was dangling his girl in his face.
“A what?” Why does she have to sound so cute. He turned around and found her a foot away from him.
“Ah sorry!” she held her hands up and took a step back. “I just… I saw the brochure. Are you thinking about joining?”
Mitsuki pulled out the brochure and looked at it. His eyes lit up. Perhaps this could be his opportunity to get to know her better. “Are you a volunteer?”
She enthusiastically nodded her head and grinned. “I usually help out with the petting zoo, sometimes I feed the tiger cubs while people take photos.”
His heart soared. Petting zoo. What animal did Sango say was in the petting zoo? “Do you like snakes?” He blurted out.
Sumire’s eyes widened, but then her face broke out into a wide grin. “I sure do! Is that weird?” she giggled.
“No, you’re perfect,” he blurted, only to bite his tongue after. Now that was weird.
The girl’s cheeks colored lightly, she looked shocked at first, but recovered and offered him a kind smile. “It would be great to have you with us, Mitsuki-kun.”
“No way, I would rather have you all to myself!”
Mitsuki and Sumire looked over to the side, and found Boruto, hair still damp and shirtless. Sumire’s cheeks colored a deeper shade of red, making the blond laugh. He walked up to her and kissed her on the lips. Mitsuki had seen Boruto kiss other girls in front of him before, but he felt his blood rush and boil.
Why did Boruto have to show off in front of him like this?
His fists clenched and cleared his throat. Boruto pulled away, seemingly remembering that there was another person in the room.
“Ah, sorry,” Boruto grinned and pulled a shirt on, leaving Sumire a blushing mess next to him, she lifted her hands to cover her face. He sat her down on the bed, but she continued to hide her face. Mitsuki didn’t even know if she was embarrassed that Boruto had kissed her in front of him, or if she was just red from Boruto kissing her. Period.
Mitsuki watched Boruto shrug his jacket on and dry his hair on a towel. He felt himself calm down with every passing second, and he was more than grateful. For a moment there, he thought he might have actually hated Boruto. Impossible. Boruto was his best friend. There was no way in hell he would hate him. Ever.
Finally, the blond was done getting ready. He helped Sumire up from the bed and ushered her out of their dorm. Before Boruto could close the door, he whispered to Mitsuki, “hey, do you mind staying over Inojin’s tonight? I might need the dorm later on when we get back from our date.” He smirked and laughed. “See ya, dude.”
Mitsuki didn’t even have time to react or say anything before Boruto closed the door. He just stood there, in the middle of their dorm, blood rushing, and heart seething.
He never thought he could hate Boruto. Apparently, it was.
A/N: How’re you holding up, fam? Still with me? Too painful? :< Believe me, it hurts me, too. Any guesses what’s gonna happen next? Other than my heart dying more as I write the next chapters.
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