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Only Friends—Part I
Description: Sarada Uchiha and Boruto Uzumaki struggle to communicate unsaid feelings in times of distress and early stages of teenage years.
“Sarada! Come hang out with me!” Himawari squealed, dragging Sarada out the hallway and up the stairs.
The Uchihas’ had come over to dine with the Uzumakis’ that evening. A habit they’ve all picked up for the past year every Saturday night.
“Hey! I thought we were all going to play a board game together?” Boruto called out, Kawaki nodding in agreement.
“Later! After dinner. I want girl time with Sarada.” Himawari replied, eagerness visibly bouncing in her tone.
“Alright, just be down in five minutes.” Hinata smiled as she beckoned Sakura to follow her into the kitchen, leaving Boruto and Kawaki lone wolves with nothing to do.
Before Boruto can say a word, kawaki started to put on his shoes, eyes swollen and tired.
Last night, he had come home with a mysterious bruise on his arm. No matter how many times the siblings urged him to explain himself, Kawaki kept his reservations.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Boruto huffed, exasperated. He could already feel the tension impending in the air. The common “none of your business” was sure to be spat.
“I’m going to get Taiyaki. You want some?” He answered in a surprisingly civilized manner.
“I’m good. Just be back in time for dinner.”
“Alright.” He nodded, making his way out the door.
“Oh, and if you see Dad,” Boruto started making his way up the stairs, “tell him to get his ass home for dinner.”
Bored out of his mind, Boruto walked towards his room in a vexed manner. Unintentionally, he caught a wisp of the girl’s conversation leaking out beneath the creak of his sister’s bedroom.
“I just…I want to see him smile again.”
That was Hima’s voice.
As if his body suddenly had a mind of its own, Boruto, leaned silently next to the door frame, careful not to let his shadow betray him.
“I know. He’s going through a lot right now.” Sarada’s voice soothed, he could imagine her rubbing Hima’s back, as she always did in times of dismal manner.
“But something you must always keep in mind,” she continued, “is that your brother is the most courageous and selfless person I know.”
Listening closely, he can hear Himawari’s small sniffles muffled against her arms. He had no ideas how much his pain was directed onto his younger sister. It was the last thing he wanted.
“And with selflessness, comes a price.” Sarada’s tone suddenly dropped to what was now throaty and perhaps, if listened carefully, shaky.
“With the kindness that overflows his heart, he thinks nothing of his well-being and only has the image of the people he truly treasures in time of immediate action.”
Boruto stiffened, biting his bottom lip anxiously.
“B-but, it costed him his heart.” Himawari sniffed, “literally. His heart was punctured.”
“I know, I know.” Sarada’s voice allayed.
A couple of moments of silence distilled in the air. Although he stood motionless, Boruto’s mind rang boisterously. Different voices buzzing through his fearful mind all at once.
He loved his little sister. He wished nothing but the best for her, to keep her out of danger and vulnerable in certain situations.
He knew it was out of his control to keep her from the sad truth of reality.
But hearing Sarada’s words…it drove a sharp pain of uncomfortable emotions to his chest.
Emotions of all sorts. Sadness, for making everyone worry. Irritation, for the turn of events life has given him. Anger, for what he’s become. Fear, of the future and the people around him. Gratitude, for her choice of words.
She knew him too well. He knew that. They’ve been together for too long. He loved her too, no matter how many times he’s tried to deny it or suppress it.
Selflessness comes with a price?
No, love comes with a price, more costly than anything else, guaranteed.
“Hima…don’t worry. Don’t worry at all, ok?” Sarada’s voice rang once more, with a sudden wave of hope.
“Hm?”
“I’ll protect him. He’s under my care. He doesn’t have to know that of course, but I’ll make sure that idiot doesn’t do anything impulsive.” Just listening to her, he could hear the warm smile in her tone.
“Thank you…Sarada.” Himawari’s gloom seems to lighten. Noise shifting in the room, he could guess they were in a warm embrace.
“Of course.” She chucked.
Feeling disoriented with thoughts, feelings and emotions, Boruto staggered away from Himawari’s bedroom door, walking with no sense of direction or control.
“Dinner’s ready kids!” Sakura’s voice rang from downstairs.
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Kawaki came home late, but with a good reason. Well, two good reasons.
With Kawaki came both Naruto and Sauske.
Surprised and elated, the dinner table buzzed with three different conversations shooting back/to-back across the table.
The only one who ate in silence, was none other than Boruto.
Sarada, of course, caught on quickly, giving him a light tap on the foot from underneath the table. He gave her a quick glance, giving her a small smile to put her at ease, but she knew better than to trust his small smiles.
After everyone finished, the adults retreated to the patio with a couple of drinks, Himawari dragged Kawaki into the living room to set up their board game, and Sarada and Boruto were left to clean the dishes.
Silently gathering up dishes and dirty napkins, Sarada stared at her staid childhood friend.
Once a lively and outspoken boy, now stood a conservative and quiet teenager in his place.
“You heard us, didn’t you?” Sarada stared him down, giving him no choice of escape.
He looked at her apologetically, and somewhat amused. She was an excellent ninja if she was able to sense his presence from just outside the doorway.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.” He gave her a nervous smile, his eyes panicked.
They stared at each other, unknowing what to say. She leaned on the other end of the counter, distanced from him. Boruto sighed, wiping his hands on a rag, making sure the remaining dish soap was off his light tan skin. He walked towards her, braving himself to face her.
“Did you mean it…?” His voice weary.
“Huh?”
“You told my little sister that you would look after me?” His eyes lowered towards the ground.
“O-of course I did,” her face suddenly flustered, “Don’t think you can get rid of me that easily! I’m staying by your side and that’s that.” She huffed, crossing her arms in finality.
“I’m not, Sarada. You’re the most obstinate person I know. There’s nothing I can do to change your mind once it’s set on something.” His tone became flat, giving Sarada anxious tingles.
He cautiously grabbed a hold of her arms, staring into her widened eyes.
“But I was supposed to protect you…that was the promise I made whether you become Hokage or not!” His throat burning, on the verge of shameful tears. Nevertheless, he held it in, as he always did.
“Boruto Uzumaki,” her glare turned into eyes of anger, “do you think I ever want to see you on the TV news headlines stating ‘Hokage’s son on the verge of death after unfortunate accident’ !?”
He held his breath in, his grip on her arms tightened.
“Do you think, I ever want to rush into the hospital, arguing with my mother to let me in the surgery room to come see you!?”
Tears poured out of her eyes like a flowing river. Underneath his touch, Boruto could feel her shiver, as her face crumpled up in deep anguish.
“Sarada…” he took her glasses off carefully, both his hands cupped around her face, wiping her burning tears. She fell still under his warm touch.
“I-I was s-scared. I-I thought I’d n-n-never see you a-again.” She mumbled.
“Shhh,” he soothed, “I’m here now. It’s ok, look at me, I’m here ok?” He brushed a couple strands of loose hair behind her ear.
She nodded, holding tightly onto the side of his arms.
“Thank you, for being there for Himawari.” He gave her a true genuine smile.
“I love her, she’s like a little sister to me. I love your family Boruto. I love your mother, she always looked after me since we were kids. I love your Dad, he’s cares so much about the village, I’ve never seen anyone with such kindness. I love Kawaki too, he’s an asshole sometimes, but there’s good nature in him. And I love y— ”
She froze. Words itching to get out of her throat, but stayed stuck.
He stared at her with widened eyes. An uncomfortable wave of heat radiated from the two, enough to put them in a sweat.
With no warning, he leaned his head forward, moving dangerously close to her lips. His nose lightly brushed against hers. She leaned back a bit against the cold kitchen counter, feeling overwhelmed with shock.
A moment of hesitation struck, as he met her eyes for a sign of consent.
She closed her eyes in surrender. The press of his lips against hers sent spirals of shock throughout their bodies, giving them both a kick of adrenaline.
One kiss turned into multiple kisses, but none were rapid or messy. They took their time, despite the fear Boruto had in the back of his mind of Sauske coming up behind him at any moment.
Sarada’s hands clenched to the back of his shirt, to keep something tangible in her grasp, preventing her mind from tricking her that this warm, safe feeling was all some sort of dream.
It was real. It was really real. She could feel a fistful of his shirt clenched in her hands, the warmth radiating off his face and onto hers, his thumbs caressing her face tenderly.
It was only two minutes, breaking away from each other breathless and amazed. They stared at each other speechless, until Boruto came up with a witty remark.
“Geez, you’re face is red.”
“Shut up.”
She reconnected her lips to him, catching him by surprise, a muffled gasp that never escaped. She wrapped her arms around his neck, his arms wrapped around her waist.
Sarada leaned further against the counter, aching her lower back, but the kiss on her lips distracted her from the pain. The fast beating of his bismerched heart beat only delighted her more.
Suddenly the sound of something crashing onto the floor, startled the two, quickly ripping away from each other at once.
It was Himawari, board pieces rolled all across the floor.
Speechless, all three of them stared at one another. Boruto and Sarada were both u sure how to tackle the situation. Everything happened all so fast, what were they to say?
“U-um…I’m going to go water the cat. Ok bye!” She raced out the room, leaving the teens stranded in the awkward atmosphere.
“Crap.” Boruto and Sarada hissed in unison. Unsaid feelings and questions were still floating all over the place, all yet to be resolved.
To be continued…
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borutoxsarada · 2 years
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Using my first post to point out the teeny tiny fact that Boruto blushes at Sarada at the end of Boruto Ending 14 (a.k.a, my favorite).
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I’m not usually a shipper, but ever since I started watching this series I feel like I’ve pondered every way these two could end up together. After like 10 episodes, I started watching with my Sherlock Holmes hat and magnifying glass trying to pinpoint every possible hint the creators may have left that they will make this canon- EVEN THO THEY’RE LIKE 12/13.
And if I get to the end of the series and they don’t end up together… I plan to host a TED talk as to why the writers were WRONG not to combine the Uchiha and Uzumaki bloodlines with Boruto and Sarada. Fr.
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That Time When You Were Gone
DISCLAIMER : I do not own Naruto, its franchise or anything related to it. All recognisable characters, situations and premises are copyright of Masashi Kishimoto, Shueisha, Shonen Jump and Viz Media.
Trigger warning : Talks about death, physical and mental trauma, and PTSD.
Rating : Mature (contains graphic smut/lemon) 
Author Note : Please go easy on me. This is probably the first smut I have ever written. Also, English is not my first language, so apologies for any mistakes.
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Sarada flinched awake, slowly opening her eyes to darkness. A thin sliver of light from the stairways illuminated the shadowy contours of her bedroom as she heard the main door of her house being shut lightly. It was a warm summer night but she felt unusually cold, all of a sudden.
Thud. Thud. Thud. 
She heard heavy footsteps move around in the kitchen downstairs and the increasing hammering of her heartbeats in her head. She clutched her duvet tightly, unconsciously beginning to draw in sharper breaths, her mouth dry and tears pooling into her eyes slowly. 
She felt transported back to her thirteen years old self. That had been a warm summer night as well.
Her mother often had night shifts at the Konoha Hospital, so it wasn’t unusual for lights in her house to be up at odd hours in the night. Her mother had her own set of keys and she would let herself in, without disturbing her sleep. And ever since her father had lost his rinnegan, putting an end to his long missions in other dimensions, he had his own, but he usually preferred to wait up for his wife, gently letting her in without making any noise.
So, it was very unusual to have the front door of the Uchiha residence slammed open and shut at nearly 1 AM in the night, rudely waking her from her sleep. A thin but bright sliver of light from the hallway peeked into her room, disturbing her sleep. Annoyance flooded in. 
She had training early in the morning. What were her parents thinking? Making no effort at being silent!
She could hear her parents’ voices, still audible but unintelligible. They weren’t behaving as though it’s late at night. 
Did something happen? 
Sarada sighed and prodded herself up and off the bed, sleepily rubbing her eyes as she grabbed her specs and opened her bedroom door. Flinching at the blinding light in the hallway, she peered downstairs. She could make out that both her parents were in the kitchen. Sarada huffed and made her way into the kitchen, rubbing her eyes again a bit.
“You know, you guys are ninjas. You can be more stealthy.” She moaned out in complaint as she slid in the kitchen.
Her parents stilled, going silent completely. Sarada looked up at her parents.
Something was wrong. Quite very wrong.
Her mother looked pale, sitting on a chair at the dining table, glass of water in her hand. She looked as though she had been crying. Badly.
Her father stood frozen over the sink, his right arm holding his stooping body up, facing away from her. He looked as though somebody had punched him hard in the gut.
“What’s wrong?” Sarada asked, frowning, as concern flooded in.
Her mother looked up at her, her mouth ajar. 
“Boruto….” was all she could croak out.
“Is he okay? It’s not his karma again, is it? What did he do?” Sarada stepped forward in concern. 
Her mother looked stricken, offering her no answer. Sarada stared at her in confusion, her concern slowly ebbing away and giving way to alarm. Whatever she wanted to ask was cut off as her father turned towards her.
“Sarada, we need you to tell you something.”
Sarada looked up at him in concern. She had never seen an expression like this on his face. She was now alarmed.
“Sarada.” Her father spoke in a softly pained voice, that she didn’t even think was possible. “Boruto is no more.”
Sarada felt as though she had walked into a glass door, hard. Her brain screeched to a halt, her limbs numbed, her mouth opened ajar but no sound came out.
What?
WHAT?
WHAT!!!
“What - what are you - what are you even talking about, Papa?”
“Kawaki killed him. That was Boruto’s last wish. To die by his brother’s hand so that Konoha can be kept safe.”
Sarada stared at her father. 
No.
No.
NO.
NO!!!
She didn’t remember much of what happened next. Chocho, her parents and others had to recount those times to her. 
She hadn’t believed her parents. She had kept laughing uncontrollably and calling out his name alternatingly on her way to the Uzumaki residence, damn the fact that it was nearly two in the morning. People had to remind her that her legs gave away when she had heard Aunt Hinata’s howls for her son, begging her baby to return her. That she kept shaking her head in disbelief, and kept hugging an uncontrollably sobbing Hima, and attempted to hold Mitsuki back from going after Kawaki then and there. That she was inconsolable herself when she saw his body before fainting for the first time and her parents carried her back home.
That she had gone to his funeral. And fainted for the second time at his grave. This time with stabbing pain in her eyes, fever rising in her body, bile in her throat and hollowness in her heart.
That she was in hospital for three days, in a near coma, waking up with blood streaking down her cheeks, her mangekyo awakened, thinking that she had only fallen severely ill and was thus hospitalised. That she had believed that she had seen a very lucid dream regarding Boruto dying and so she needed to see him. And kept begging her parents to make Boruto come and visit her. Nothing else mattered to her anymore at that moment. 
Sarada let tears flow down, burying her face into her pillow. She could hear footsteps coming up the stairs. She pressed into the pillow, wiping her tears off on it. 
What she did clearly remember that nothing mattered at that moment, beyond the realisation that she had loved him. She would tell him that to his face. No amount of shyness, no amount of tsundere-ness, no amount of their friend’s teasing, no amount of his popularity with girls - Sumire included - could stop her from telling Boruto her feelings. She loved him.
She was in love with him. And she would tell him that. And if he felt the same, they would spend the rest of their lives together, just like they had done till that point.
But it was not to be. Boruto was dead. He was gone. Buried under those few feet of earth, a tombstone marking him as a hero of the village in the Konoha cemetery.
Her bedroom door opened up and the light flooded in the hallway. Sarada turned around, cradling her slightly pregnant belly, looking up to see her husband’s blond visage. 
“Hey! I am home. Sorry! I woke you up, didn’t I?” Boruto’s soft but warm voice called out to her.
Sarada shook herself up gently. The numbness in her limbs had begun melting away and her heartbeat was returning to normal. Her tears were dried off and a smile found its way to her face as relief and happiness filled her heart.
“It’s alright. Welcome back home. How was your mission? Did you eat the dinner I had left out?” Sarada asked as she threw her arms out for a hug.
“Success. Kirigakure is safe for now, no more insane robo-pirates trying a coup. And thanks for the dinner. It was great as always.”
Boruto grinned, already changed into the set of night clothes she had kept on the sofa in the sitting room along with the dinner in the kitchen. He closed the bedroom door behind him, and switched on the bedside lamp, as he slid into their bed. His large and warm body practically engulfed the smaller Sarada in a hug. 
Sarada took a long breath, basking in his warmth and scent. Sure, her husband needed a bath, one which can wait for the next day. But this was Boruto. Her husband. The love of her life. The father of her unborn child. Her oldest friend. Back home after a week-long S-rank mission in Kirigakure. Alive. Warm. And with her. 
And that was all that she needed right now. 
Sarada broke away from the hug. 
“I picked up something for your cravings from there. Squid takoyaki. Do you want them right now? I have brought plenty…..”
Boruto’s voice trailed away as he watched his wife take off her nightdress, leaving her naked. Sarada grabbed his hand, leading it to her nethers, heat and wetness pooling down there in anticipation. 
Sarada grinned as she watched Boruto’s eyes darken in lust. He was really the only thing she needed right now. She wanted the affirmation that he had come back to her, safe and sound. She had tried not to worry, but it was in the moments like this, when her PTSD from the time he had “died” were triggered, did she want physical reaffirmation of his existence. He may now have become a god walking amongst mere mortal men, capable of even defying death itself, but she couldn’t help herself. She had lost him once and regained him back from death itself. She wanted to know for sure that he was here, back at home, in her arms, safe and sound.
His touch. His love. His lust. Him inside of her. 
She preferred not to tell him of her trauma induced flashback and right now, as Boruto’s tongue slid into her increasingly leaky canal, she couldn’t care less about it. And by the looks of it, Boruto wasn’t tired enough to want to go off to sleep anytime soon as her high hit her.
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“You were crying, weren’t you?” Sarada’s eyes flew open, brain freezing for a moment as she peered up at her husband. Boruto looked down from above her, lazily flicking her currently oversensitive nub. Sarada shuddered as he pulled himself out of her, after his seed filled her for the second time that night. As his seed flowed out of her, Boruto couldn’t help but feel satisfied at the sight.
His woman. His Sarada. Swelling with his child in her belly. Freshly fucked and filled in the mouth and womb by him, as the cum spilling out from swollen red lips on her two ends would attest. 
But concern flooded through him. Sarada had been crying and while she had managed to distract him with sex, he needed to know why. It wasn’t good for her or the baby, and while he didn’t plan on scolding her, he really needed to make sure that she stays de-stressed.
“Has this something to do with the mission? I know you must have been worried. You know I am going to be alright….Never mind. I am the idiot who took this on. If you want, I can take time off for a while. Not go on S or A rank missions. Just join your dad at the ANBU training centre.” Boruto sighed, as he rolled over to his side of the bed, pulling Sarada along into his embrace, his fingers stroking her arm as she settled onto his chest.
Sarada whimpered a bit, her nether lips a bit sore and while her body was satisfied, she wanted more. She dragged herself up and looked down at Boruto. His lips were so inviting. She swept to capture them in a kiss. She will answer his enquiries later.
Boruto melted. She tasted so sweet. As their lips and tongue continued to wrestle, his fingers swept back to her clit, sweeping up a bruising pace. 
Within no time, Sarada was soaking wet again. Her hand swept back to his cock as it hardened again. Slowly, she placed herself gently onto Boruto’s waist, guiding his cock to enter her again. Carefully, she set a gentle pace, knowing that Boruto would bring her back under him if he thought she was going too hard. She didn’t need to anyway as Boruto’s cold fingers continued to set a bruising pace on her nub. 
Boruto latched onto one of her breasts and mauled it hard. Sarada couldn’t stand it. She offered him her bereft breast. Boruto grinned internally, leaving the now ravaged breast to pay attention to her other one. Soon enough, Sarada moaned out loudly as she reached her peak. It was such an appetising sight. Boruto lets go of her breast, even though her nipples seem to beg him to continue ravaging them.
As Sarada went limp from exhaustion, Boruto gently held her to his chest as he set a harder pace. The combination of her warm flooding canal, her muscles contracting and messaging his cock, the overspilling of their mixed fluids, the scent of their mixed sweat - it didn’t take long. Boruto came hard, his seed shooting in her again. Sarada moaned out obscenely as she felt Boruto give a particularly hard thrust.
Boruto looked back down, coming down from his high. Sarada was lying on him, her head on his chest, her legs still spread apart, his cum flooding out of her as her weakening contractions continued to milk him of all he had. As she looked up at him, her face flushed, her red lips swollen and the almost dried cum at the corner of her mouth, her chin and neck, her breasts covered in hickeys, Sarada looked thoroughly fucked. He grinned in satisfaction. Gently pulling out of her as she whimpered, he held her head. Gently he guided her head towards his now softening cock. Sarada, limbs melting, went willingly, readjusting her position.
“Clean it.” 
Sarada shuddered. Boruto could be very gentle with her, as and when it was required. But domineering Boruto, especially one in bed, was something she not only never thought that she wanted - she had learnt to need him. As Sarada greedily licked him clean, Boruto pulled her bottom towards him. Her nether lips were violently red and spilling his seed. A smirk pulled up on his face. Pulling down, he placed a light kiss on those lips. Sarada whimpered. He nearly laughed. Moving aside, he lightly bit her nub. Sarada howled at this.
“Please…no more. It’s already so sensitive.” 
“Alright.” Boruto laughed aloud and slapped her butt, pulling her back up as she completed her job of cleaning him. 
Sarada laid her head down on his chest gently, completely satisfied and exhausted. She nearly dozed off, but she knew Boruto wasn’t going to let her sleep without answers, not when he was looking at her like that. Her hooded eyes subconsciously traced the scars on his eye and his chest. 
“I feel scared. Each time you walk out of our house, I am frightened. I remember that time. You know which one I am talking about. And even though I know you are strong now, so strong that I don’t even need to worry about random aliens and what not, I can’t help but feel scared.” 
Boruto hugged her close, gently stroking his fingers down her arm. 
“I have been through therapy. Mama thinks that it’s possibly never going to go away completely. It has lessened over time, but it’s never going to disappear completely.”
Boruto looked up towards the ceiling. It wasn’t usually his way to let things that hurt Sarada slide but he probably will have to let go of this one. At least for now. Boruto pecked her on her forehead.
“Hey! I promised that I will protect you well, didn’t I? Especially once you become Hokage. I am keeping that promise right now and I am going to keep that promise in the future as well.” 
Sarada smiled softly. He could be so effortlessly reassuring. She melted into his arms, as she felt sleep beginning to overtake her. Boruto brought his lips down to her ears. His voice was deep and husky, his warm breath tickling her ear.
“By the way, I know that you have taken the next week off. So have I.”
She shivered. They both wanted to make up for the time they had lost, for the time he was gone for. 
“So, better be ready for a babymoon to hot springs in the Land of Hot Water.”
Damn well, Sarada thought as her heart fluttered and her vagina tingled at this piece of info. Damn well. 
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borutoxsarada · 2 years
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Expectations : Post Time Skip Teen BoruSara will be angsty
Reality: Pre Time Skip BoruSara angst is going to punch us all in the guts so hard
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borutoxsarada · 2 years
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Alright Kishimoto-sensei! You gave us the BoruSara fluff, you are giving us the BoruSara angst, now here's hoping to God that we get the BoruSara steam. Because boy, we need it.
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borutoxsarada · 3 years
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The Balcony Scene, you know the one
A shame I couldn’t take part in this year’s @borusaraweek2021, cause honestly, I owe the mods my life. Man, I missed those two birthday buds.
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these cuties..😁🥰
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BoruSaraWeek2021 is here!
Celebrate BoruSara with us through MARCH 25 - 31
Please familiarize yourself with our rules and FAQ, both are linked to our page!
Don’t forget to tag your posts #BoruSaraWeek2021, #BoruSaraWeek, and #BoruSaraW2021D1 for the first day, #BoruSaraW2021D2 for the second day, and so on within the first five tags. You may also tag our page @borusaraweek2021!
PROMPTS:
Day One: Festival | Free Day | “You’re holding my hand”
Day Two: Childhood | Comfort | “I’ll support you”
Day Three: Eyes | Thunder Burger | “Is that mine?”
Day Four: Mistakes | Open Secret | “I know you”
Day Five: Seasons | Alternate Universe | “Nice trip”
Day Six: Banter | Horror Movies | “Welcome home”
Day Seven: Balcony | Forehead poke | “I made a promise”
@faneventshub @narutoevents
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BoruSara Week 2021: Day 1: "You're holding my hand" @borusaraweek2021
If the second image is too dark I will take it out
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borutoxsarada · 3 years
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Just for One Night
PART I.
“Let’s forget this whole world-
Just for one night.”
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Sarada sighed as she stood at the huge magnificent entrance before her
The Land Hidden among Stars
She couldn’t believe it. She was one of those few lucky ones who were fortunate enough to steal a glance at this beautiful mysterious country. Yes, it was the same land nobody knew about it- or those who did once were no more to foretell its glory. And in truth, the Uchiha didn’t have any clue what to expect but still, a little part of her was hopeful that the village would live up to its alluring name.
“It looks like a normal town to me” and there he goes. Uchiha side-eyed her comrade, none other than Uzumaki Boruto, who was (as usual) standing casually with his hands behind his head. She wanted to punch him hard into the ground for ruining the vibe again. But all she ever whispered was “Baka”- no way she would ever show him her vulnerable inner child, who was jumping up and down with curiosity and enthusiasm inside her.
Never.
Why? Because she was a proud Uchiha.
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“This town must be good or else…” the 18 years- old Uzumaki thought to himself as he stole a small subtle glance towards his childhood friend, who was trying her best not to show her excitement as they entered inside the gates after the identification process. She might be good at hiding her feelings from others, for she was an Uchiha.
But not him.
Uzumaki Boruto was her childhood comrade and (hell to the yeah!!) knew every nerve of this stubborn girl beside him. He knew she was too proud to accept it, but she had some enchanting fantasies about this place. And in truth, he had too. This place had to be named “Hidden in the Stars” for a reason.
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Festival
When Sakura told him about the festival organized by Hokage to celebrate Konoha’s friendship with Kirikagure, he hadn’t expected something like this. The whole thing was like a strange combination of a concert with a party and a barbecue. It was supposed to be made in the style that festivals are organized of the northern region of Water Country. He tried to escape, but as soon as they got there, his wife was kidnapped by Ino to the dance floor. In addition, his daughter was dragged by her friend to the buffet. Sasuke sat down on the bench and watched the rest from a safe distance. Yamanaka and Sakura really enjoyed themselves. Hinata and Naruto were dancing not far from them, although in the case of an idiot, dancing is too much to say. Temari and Shikadai looked much more representative than Hokage and his wife, even though Nara had an expression that clearly showed how troublesome the whole event was to him. Just like his son, who together with Inojin played some card game on one of the distant benches similar to the one on which he was sitting now. Choji was at the buffet until his wife forced him to dance. There were also three girls on the dance floor whom he knew as his daughter’s friends. They danced in a small circle with Lee’s son and two boys he did not know. Boruto, who had apparently inherited his dancing skills from his mother was very popular among young kunoichi and civilian girls that came for the party. Sarada broke his deliberations as she sat down beside him with salad to eat.
-Chocho decided to teach Mitsuki how to dance …
He looked at her, but the girl was busy separating the tomato slices from the rest of her food.
“And you don’t want to join them?” He asked.
“Not really…” she replied shifting her plastic plate to him.
“Hn” he replied eating the tomatoes left by her. The head of the Uchiha family definitely understood that you might not like this type of activities. Besides, sitting next to her, he could keep an eye on the teenagers who were checking out his daughter.
They sat like that for a long time. Sarada kept staring at the dance floor while he gave a murderous glare to any boy, who wanted to approach their bench. Until Sakura came back to them. Involuntarily, all his attention shifted to her.
“Who’s going to dance me?“ She asked, stretching her hands to both Uchihas, causing them a slight consternation ”I know that you want this~”
“Tch,” he grunted, there was no way he could be acting like a fool in front of so many people. Fortunately, this time his wife amazing gift of persuasion lead his daughter on the dance floor. The young kunoichi seemed a little nervous at beginning, but soon she relaxed and danced to the cheerful music with her mother. He smiled gently seeing his two loved ones having a great time. However, he grimaced as soon as he saw the young Uzumaki asking his daughter to next dance. His parental instinct told him to intervene just as the music slowed down. Boruto may have been his trusted student, which did not mean that he would allow him to pick up his little peanut. However, before he managed to reach the middle of the dance floor, someone put his arm around his neck and pulled him against her body. Confused, he looked at his wife, whose face was so close to his.
“Sasuke-kun let’s dance” she said in a sweet tone. He knew he was trapped. He was rarely able to deny her anything, but now he was on the mission to protect their child.
“Sakura … I have to …”
“Oh Anata, let them have some fun” it did not comfort him at all.
“They are 13 years old!” He gasped in disgust as he watched the idiot’s son embrace Sarada around her waist.
“Exactly and I’m sure they won’t do anything stupid,” she said, grabbing his face, “Sasuke, look at me …”
He looked at her green eyes, a soft smile, her hair was gathered in a loose bun. She looked lovely, as always.
“Hn.”
Sakura smiled wider and rested her head on his shoulder, and he embraced her with his only hand.
“Just relax and listen to the music” she whispered soothingly. He slowly began to relax, focusing on this moment he was spending with his wife, completely forgetting about the world around them.
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She felt so awkward. Unfortunately, most of her interactions with Boruto lately have been terribly awkward. She wasn’t sure when it started, they had been friends for as long as she could remember, but since when she began to be so aware of their every touch. Since when sight of his blue eyes made her heart beat like mad. Since when did he take over hers thoughts? At first she had no idea what was happening to her, but over time her mind found a terrifying explanation … She was in love with her teammate. What’s worse, she thought that he noticed this, because he has recently acting really strange towards her. She couldn’t let her stupid hormones destroy their  the most important friendship. Even though Boruto was annoying he was her best friend, she couldn’t lose him.
“Thanks for the help. I thought they won’t leave me alone!” Hers thoughts were interrupted by his voice. He was right in front of her, his hands holding her waist, while she had no idea what to do with her hands on his shoulders.
“That’s what teammates are for, right?” She smiled nervously. Her eyes fell on the group of girls glaring enviously in their direction. As the son of the Hokage, Boruto has always attracted attention. With his character, he made new friends easily, and being handsome, he also made his own fan club in the village. Civilian girls and students of the last grades of the academy, to the genins and younger chunins of their village. Sarada never paid much attention to her appearance. Her clothes needed to be comfortable and neat. She didn’t think she was pretty or ugly. She thought she was average, but now she felt insecure. All these girls were really pretty, and she … she wondered if he find her pretty… Tch… annoying …
“Is everything okay? “she realized that she had been staring at his shirt for several seconds, and how stiff her whole body was “ I know that the music is a little bit boring, but maybe you want share with me another dance ?” he added, smiling in the same way he always did when he was cheering her up. She couldn’t help but smile back.
“Are you sure your fans will allow it?” She teased. The boy just rolled his eyes.
“I should have asked you at the beginning, they are too aggressive …” he said and she blushed. Even if it’s stupid, his words made her happy. When the band started to play something faster, she relaxed a bit. To her surprise, Boruto was very good at dancing and she was able to predict his movements as good as when they fought together. She quickly forgot about her worries. They danced and fooled around. She didn’t notice when one song turned into two and then three … When the melody slowed down again, she wasn’t sure how much they danced together. He hugged her waist, but this time they were even closer together. They were both out of breath, as after hard trending. Feeling more confident, she embraced his neck. Looking at him like that, she felt week. He looked so handsome in the suit. In addition, the pink shirt highlighted his blue eyes. Her attention finally caught his lips. She began to wonder what it would be like to kiss him. Their faces were centimetres apart, it would not be difficult to… Suddenly she felt strongly embarrassed by her own thoughts. To avoid doing something stupid (and to hide the flush on her face), she leaned her head against his shoulder, lightly tucking her face against his neck. They swayed slightly to the sounds of a quiet ballad, and although her heart was pounding, she felt wonderful. His presence always gave her a sense of security, he smelled of a combination of the scent of the sea with some cologne probably borrowed from his dad, and his body gave her a pleasant feeling of warmth that she could stay that way forever. However, before the song ended, the boy suddenly moved away from her. She looked at him confused, and he smiled and scratched his head nervously.
“ Aren’t you thirsty? I saw a Bubble Tea booth here … let’s go … “before she could answer, he grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the stalls behind the stage. She wasn’t sure what to think about it.
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The situation was bad. He was sweaty and nervous and felt like he was about to pass out. That’s not good way to impress a girl that you maybe have a crush on..
“Are you okay?”, She asked when they reached the booth.
“Sure, of course, why are you asking?”, He blurted out a little too quickly.
“Um … You’re still holding my hand” he get even more nervous, for two months now, he had been trying to invite her for date… like date date. The problem is that despite how intelligent, person she is. Sarada remained absolutely unaware of his attempts to flirt. The little fan club following him everywhere didn’t help. The problem was also that the Uchiha did not seem to notice that she herself was attracting the attention of more and more men. It started after the chunin exam, when his classmates started to have a crush on her. At first it seemed silly to him, after all, it’s not that she has changed somehow. However, he quickly began to be disturbed by the boys who were courting her. He felt some strange need to protect her from them. Only after a few months he did realize that he was jealous …
“Do you want me to stop?” The girl was silent for a long time, and he thought that he would pass out.
“No … it’s okay …” She replied without looking at him.
“So what for you?”, He asked, looking at the blackboard with flavours.
“Black tea with kumquat and passion fruit boba.”
Hearing this, he ordered two drinks, mango and tapioca for himself. He then ignored Sarada’s pout as he paid for both of them and the teasing smile the guy sent them. Even after they got their drinks, his friend didn’t let go of his hand. It gave him courage.
“Let’s look for a place where we can clearly see the fireworks?”
“Hn. Something far from this crowd …” she replied finishing her tea and throwing the cup into the trash can on the path leading into Senju Park. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. She was wearing a summer dress with spaghetti straps with a pleated skirt that ended just above her knee. It was red with a navy blue belt emphasizing her waist. She looked cute and beautiful, red was definitely her colour. However, as darkness fell, the temperature dropped sharply, and he was able to notice that her arms began to tremble. He took off his jacket and covered her shoulders with it.
“Well, who would have thought that you are a such gentleman …” she teased.
“As always, of course,” he replied, adoring her.
“You’re sure you won’t be cold,” she asked, changing her tone to concerned. She always cared about others. It was one of things that make him love her. He still felt a little lost in his feelings, but he had to tell her before someone else do this before him.
“Sarada …” he began, but suddenly they heard a loud sound. His friend, frightened, made a very not-ninja-like movement, bumping into him. Instinctively, he grabbed her by the waist and searched for the source of the noise to see colourful lights in the sky. They both burst out laughing, when they saw that they were scared of the fireworks. The colours began to light up the sky creating fantastic patterns. He looked back at her. She looked at the sky with a smile, colours shone in her black irises, giving her an almost mystic appearance. Their eyes met, and for the second time this evening he felt like a force was drawing him to her. Sarada, to his surprise, also moved closer. He wasn’t sure which of them closed the gap between them. Their first kiss was soft, short, and rather clumsy, but it was also the greatest feeling of his life. When he opened his eyes, he saw her biting her lip with a slight flush on her face. He wanted to say something but heard someone’s loud grunt. He felt himself freeze as he noticed purple-red eyes staring at him …
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It was supposed to be a quiet dance party and it was like that until her husband and Naruto decided to compete in which of them is the best dancer. Unfortunately, despite their great efforts, none of them proved to be really gifted. All the competition only took their time and energy. They were supposed to go home after the fireworks, but Sarada was nowhere to be found and when they finally find them, they accidentally turned out to witness their daughter’s first kiss. While Sakura herself found it cute, her husband didn’t take it so easily. However, before he did something stupid, his daughter stood between him and Boruto, also with an active sharingan. It make Sasuke freeze. All he said was they were coming home.
Sarada answered him only with a short “Tch” but after saying goodbye to Uzumaki, she returned home with them. Unfortunately, she now had two pouted Uchihas in the house. Sarada immediately ran to her room, while her husband stayed downstairs in the kitchen complaining about protecting some innocent peanuts? She couldn’t help but sigh. Tomorrow she would have to talk to them seriously.
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I’m not sure is it more Borusara fic or overprotective Papasuke fic, also I’m not sure if I broke the rules, I hope I didn’t^^’ Okay in the end I edited it, I just felt too guilty XD
Also I’m so happy to see so much Borusara content! This week is a true celebration of our favorite ship!
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borutoxsarada · 3 years
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Little promise
“I want to ask for your son’s hand!”Naruto choked on the milk, and Hinata put down the pink scarf she was knitting and looked surprised at the five-year-old black-haired girl, then she looked at her madly blushing son standing behind his friend.
“W-what ..?”asked Hokage candidate  as soon as he caught his breath.
…………… 1 hour ago ……….
Boruto wasn’t sure what he thought about Sarada. They often spent time together because their parents were friends. He generally liked to play with her. She knew how to make paper shurikens and was the best at throwing them at the target (not that he would ever admit it out loud). However, she was a girl… and since she started her friendship with Cho-cho, she was even more girlish. And Shikadai said girls are troublesome, and he is the smartest guy in their pack. Also Sarada was kind of weird, shy around strangers, when they play together with others, she rarely spoke. However, when it was just two of them, she was very bossy and sometimes scary when she got pissed off. She was acting even stranger now. Since she came to his house, she had been sitting at the carpet drawing something. She was grumpy and didn’t speak to him at all. He was about to leave her, when he heard a soft sob.
He looked towards his friend who was wiping her cheek with the sleeve of her sweater.
“Are you crying?” He asked, getting closer to her.
“O-of course not” she replied, looking away from him.
“Don’t lie to me” he sighed, sitting down next to her. Girls are so weird. “What happened ..?”
“Two years have passed since dad is on a mission” she stuttered quietly ”And Cho-cho said that true lovers are always together, which means that my parents …” started crying again, this time she had to take off her glasses to dry her eyes.
Boruto rolled his eyes, this  is exactly why she should spend more time with him not with Cho-cho.
“It makes no sense! My dad gets a mission all the time and nothing happens!.
“Your papa didn’t disappear for two years!”She shouted, hiding her face in her arms  ”I don’t want to be alone …”
“You just exaggerate! Saraaada-chan, don’t cry!” He snorted, poking her arm, but it didn’t help. “I will not leave you alone is my promise, dattebasa!”
“You are not my family, idiot!”
This is what he get for comforting her? Though he preferred to be angry with him rather than cry.
“Um … But I could be …”
He felt her confused gaze on him.
“I could be your husband …” he replied quietly. He wasn’t entirely sure about this plan. Shikadai told him that marriage also is troublesome. On the other hand, if he had to marry someone, it would better be Sarada than some strange woman … And this way he could make sure that she did not cry anymore.
“Uhhh gross! When you are married you have to kiss and do other lovey-dovey things! “She squealed.
“Well, yes, but I thought about that … maybe we can make an agreement? I mean no kisses and being sloppy like parents …” suddenly he felt terribly embarrassed and sad at the same time? Sarada’s refusal hurt a lot more than he had expected. It’s not that he like her… Like like-like her. He involuntarily squeeze his pink T-shirt, nervously playing with its hem. “We could share toys and play and train all day until we become the most super cool ninja in the history of the village!”
Uchiha looked at him with a stern gaze, but after some time, she replied “It sounds good, but no kisses, dirty stuff or cuddling…”
“No cuddling !? What if someone has a nightmare?”he asked worried.
“Fine, in case of nightmare cuddles are allowed.”
“And what if I scratches my knee, or someone yells at us, or when I will not be able to fall asleep?”
“Tch cuddles only in justified situations, no for some lovey-dovey stupid things!” she decided stretching out her hand to him ”You agree?”
“Yes”replied the boy squeezing her hand with a smile”So now we are engaged?”
“I think so…”
“But… Shouldn’t I ask your parents  to agree or something? Just like in the movies?”
Sarada sighed and get sad again, hiding her face in her hands. But after a while she straightened up smiling.
“I have an idea!"She shouted, taking his hand and dragging him to the kitchen.
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“I want to ask for your son’s hand!”Naruto choked on the milk, and Hinata put down the pink scarf she was knitting and looked surprised at the five-year-old black-haired girl, then she looked at her madly blushing son standing behind his friend.
“W-what ..?”asked Hokage candidate  as soon as he caught his breath.
"Boruto and I are getting married and we need your blessing,” replied determined girl. Hinata looked at her son, whose face now resembled a plump tomato. It was familiar sight to her and she was not surprised when a moment later little Uzumaki lost consciousness and fell to the ground. Sarada let out a loud scream that miraculously did not wake up Himawari sleeping in the living room. Uchiha grabbed her fiancé shoulders and began to cry again.
“Boruto, don’t die! I’m too young to be a widow!”
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Boruto survived it don’t worry he just get little  overloaded just like Hinata did after Naruto return to the village :3
Also don’t thing that I don’t like Cho-cho or something It just Boruto being jealous that Sarada get new friend and spends less time with him.
Also this fic actually could be a good prequel to Broken promise, what do you think?    
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borutoxsarada · 3 years
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DAY 3 : PROMPT- EYES
Borusara: Blue Eyes
I never thought my eyes were anything special. 
 
I still remember people complimenting me for my eyes. But it never mattered much for me. Instead, it made me ponder over the reason why they did so. Yes, my eyes were blue like that of my old man- a rare and exotic colour above all. But it wasn’t that I had awakened my Byakugan or such. Nor, it had one a million kind- feature. My eyes, in conclusion, were nothing to swoon over.
 
So, it took me by surprise when Sarada confessed openly that she liked my eyes.
 
“Your eyes are so pretty”
 
I was in state of utter shock as the memories of our childhood and genin days started to flood my mind- bringing with them a sense of nostalgia. Sarada had commented on my eyes before- I remembered the day she told me that they were bluer than my father. And how my proud 12 year old self was not able to keep his emotions in check, and ended up blushing like crazy in front on his Uchiha comrade- who might or might not be his secret crush. Of course, that stubborn brat would never ever accept that fact.
 
But I did.
 
Her face was scarlet red when my stupid curiosity chimed in as I asked her the reason for the same. 
“What’s so special about them anyways?”
 
Of course, I didn’t expect the staunch 17 year old Uchiha heiress to succumb to her moment of weakness once again and answer my query. And she didn’t. Instead, her face turned redder as she increased her pace dramatically in order to run away from me- but not before giving me a strong smack on my back and calling me “Baka”
She also mumbled something as she paced away from me. But the only word I ever caught was “gorgeous.”
 
Was she talking about my eyes?
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I never thought that blue eyes were anything special.
 
 
 
Until that day.
 
 When I met her.
 
I still remember the day her ocean blue orbs met mine for the first time- a wave of intense pleasure and a strange kind of calmness soothed my whole heart. Her eyes were gorgeous; they were like crystal clear orbs, containing a vast blue ocean within it. The ocean that was made up of her pure emotions. 
No wonder that were so ethereal and soothing. It was nearly impossible not to get mesmerized by them. For they reflected her innocent charm; her joy after getting her favorite books, or her immense curiosity when she learnt something. Her cheerfulness when she was around her loved ones and friends and even her sadness at times- like when her favourite stray cat just disappeared one day to never return back.
 
Lord! How much I hated that look.
 
But now, she was all sunny and giddy in front of me- with a sweet smile on her face.
 
“What happened? Why are you looking at me?” she asked as she caught me staring at her.
 
“Nothing. Its just that your eyes are so gorgeous, my darling”I answered as I ruffled her soft black hair playfully.
 
A wide smile adorned her 5 year -old face again “Of course they are! Mama said my eyes are as gorgeous as you, Papa” 
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Happy Borusara Week, fam!!🔩🥗✨✨✨ Hope you are enjoying this event!
Do you like this short snippet? Comment down below 👍
P.S. Happy Birthday to our boy Boruto ✨✨🥳🎉🎉
 
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borutoxsarada · 3 years
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Happy Birthday Boruto! 
 Day 3- Eyes 
 so happy i had finished two works for this week..because right now i can hardly look at the screen…>.< simple but yea…x)
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borutoxsarada · 3 years
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Go for it, Sarada!
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borutoxsarada · 3 years
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Happy birthday to Sarada!
This is my design for her adult version in Saruto
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