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❀ Pairings BoruSara
❀ Rating T
❀ Beta-reader @ss-tyytyy (thank you for all the much-appreciated support.)
❀ Word Count 1,077
❀ A/N I told everyone I wasn’t going to post anything but I’m a clown and here I am. This is small and simple just to celebrate my OTP with the thing I know how to write the best *shameless fluff*.
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Video games were their new weekend playdate since the day Sarada gave it a try and decided that it could be a pleasant activity. Growing up was hard on their friendship—as jounins, they barely ever had missions together, constantly being assigned with random teams and not meeting each other as often as they would like. In a lack of better options, those Saturday afternoons with video games were all they had left.
It was then that Sarada learned—maybe a little too late—that she needed him. She missed every extent of his being on a daily basis, even his underwhelming antics and the annoying habits she grew used to. Foremost, she missed his eyes. Sarada laughed loud to his stupid jokes and no one else's because she liked to see his blue orbs sparkling in her direction whenever she did so.
Those same eyes were now scanning her face.
“Would you please stop laughing? I'm mourning here." Boruto tried to maintain composure but the sound of her sweet laugh was simply too much. He smiled. He knew that this version of her was only for him.
Sarada slipped her glasses back in place after wiping away a tear of joy. "But you just said the funniest thing, not my fault."
"You're a heartless monster." He sighed.
"I'm not!" She straightened her back on the couch.
"So how is the fact that I broke my video game so amusing for you?"
Sarada smirked. "Because I'm a heartless monster." Boruto shrugged it off while he did his best to tie the cables behind her tv monitor; Sarada kept dispersing her giggles around the room. “I just can’t believe that you, of all people, let it fall from the top of a building, that’s all.”
Boruto finally placed the last cable, hoping for it to work. He took a step back and pressed the start button. “I was distracted.”
“What could possibly distract you that much?” She narrowed her eyes and smiled.
“The thought that I was going to see the most beautiful girl I know smiling at me.” He smirked and peeked over his shoulder to find an embarrassed Sarada blushing all over.
She crossed her arms and rolled her eyes so hard that she thought they wouldn’t come back. “Do you know I hate you? I hate you.”
The music of the video game started and Boruto took his place by her side again. “So I start with one point against zero.”
“What do you get one point for?”
“Because I fixed the video game and made you blush. I mean, that must count for something.”
“I don’t know why I let you enter my house.”
He pressed play.
His words were repeating in her mind, even if they were only a joke. She appreciated the thought that he wanted to see her smile as much as she wanted to see him; she didn’t want to be the only one to care. For a long time, Sarada reasoned with herself that they shared a strong bond, therefore, it was at least natural for her to enjoy his antics. She swore that friendship was a plausible excuse for the number of times she caught herself staring directly into his eyes and getting lost. Nevertheless, nothing explained why she wanted so badly for him to feel the same. Was she lying to herself?
Sarada had the impression that he somehow enjoyed her company just as much as she enjoyed his; she brushed away the worries, holding onto that. Even so, it was not easy to fight against the blush that always insisted to appear whenever she noticed the way he looked softly at her, almost like he intended to say something. He always smirked when she looked away. Boruto knew what that meant; Sarada refused to think about it.
However, every Saturday night after he left, she would unavoidably feel more lonely than she did the whole week of getting home to empty rooms. Maybe she should’ve kept living with her parents. Maybe he should stay.
"You okay?" His voice woke her up from a daydream and her eyes snapped to his face. Maybe thinking about life while playing video games was not a good strategy because when she came to herself the third round was over and she had lost the game. "This round was too easy. Is there something wrong?"
Sarada shook her head. "No."
"Are you sure?" Boruto insisted.
"Yes, I'm okay." She answered with a soft smile.
Subtle silence settled when Boruto said the words she didn’t want to hear. “I guess it’s time for me to go.”
Neither of them moved an inch.
“Boruto?” His eyes locked on hers; she gently touched his arm. “I want you to stay.”
He grinned. “I guess I can stay for another round if you want it so bad.”
“No.” Sarada avoided his glare and took a deep breath. “I don’t want you to ever go.”
They kept quietly sitting on the couch, eyes permanently on each other's for a long time, time enough for the first stars appear in the sky. He didn’t want to go. Boruto tried not to overthink about how much her absence had been noticed but it didn't matter how much he tried—a full room was empty if Sarada wasn't there. Knowing she was still willing to share her little free time with him was enough to keep his feelings at ease. Oftentimes, after leaving, he’d think about excuses to come back, never figuring out any. It was frustrating; he wanted to be by her side and tell her that but how?
Nothing could’ve prepared Boruto for the fact that Sarada also wanted him to stay.
“I never wanted to leave.”
Boruto raised his hand and caressed her face. He was hesitating; she decided to pretend it couldn't be for what she thought it was. It became undeniable once he started to lean in.
The sound of accelerated heartbeats was the melody that played around the room when she leaned in his direction as well. It was a simple touch of lips at first and it became exhilarating as seconds passed.
They were only playing and it was supposed to be a day like any other but everything changed at the moment when they finally kissed and their feelings were out in the open. If felt good, exciting. It was a small moment that represented the beginning of something great. God, she loved video games.