#sumire kakkei

[draco-jenkings]

Chunin approach

An InoHima fanfiction

Author: Myself, also known as Draco Jenkings Target audience: Young Adult Pairings: InoHima, Borusara, and pinches of KawaSumi Genre: Romance with dosed angst Length: about 5.500 words Keywords: Chunin, Family, Jealousy, Chakra, Love 

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A fluffy snippet bellow

At the same time, in the other room, Inojin was attending Himawari's class.

Inojin had his straight blonde hair loose at the length of his shoulders and wore a black Ambu outfit, with a bunny mask on his belt, to use in missions that required anonymity.

The girl always loved to teach classes, especially to him. There was only one problem that always bothered her, he was too good and almost every class it was her who learned something new from him, why so?

"Today we're going to have fun! There is no theme for the canvas, so we can paint whatever we like, hmph?" instructed Himawari.

"Sounds fun! I'm going to p-" He was interrupted by a flying index finger made its way to his lips "hmph hump hm?"

The young Uzumaki deeply gazed into his eyes "It must be a surprise ... Did you notice that our canvas is in front of each other? This is to avoid eavesdrop." Her voice was low and calm, sounding almost like a whisper massaging his ears "I want it to be personal, it must reflect how we are."

"Uhh ... o-ok!" blushed, he struggled to find words

Despite the unintelligible screaming from the other room, the artists were already disciplined enough to remain concentrated in noisy places. Because of this trait, don't take so long for both finish their canvas. The moment they would compare paintings, Team 7 showed up in the room.

"Sorry about the noises, seems like your skank brother has a problem with In -" the moment that Mitsuki would blackly reveal another truth without analyzing its consequences, Sarada was able to stomp in his feet preventing the proliferation of chaos, which made the Snake boy curious "Why did you step in my feet?"

"Kawaki has a problem with is internal gasses, I mean, flatulence" the Uchiha was quick enough

In the same context "Please, don't go to the living room, it's hella stinky" said Boruto, until he saw Hima's canvas "Woooah!" the boy was surprised.

Himawari's canvas was impressive enough to make everyone mesmerized and provoke curiosity in Inojin, who was the only one that couldn't see it from his place. In it was portrayed as a sunflower in an arena, moments before being smashed by a falling meteor.

"You're going to do the Chunin exam?" asked Mitsuki, smiling because he was sure that he learned enough about human nature to be able to comprehend emotions portrayed in art.

"Yeah ..." answered the girl, a little bit crestfallen.

"Hey, me, Sarada and Mitsuki gonna help you in whatever we can" reliantly said Bolt, twinkling an eye and making a thumbs up.

"You can count on me!" added Sarada.

Inojin stood up and moved to see her painting until be halted by Hima "STOP! They might have spoiled something of my art, but we got to see each other's work together" the girl had her eyes open wide.

With it, the Yamanaka grabbed his painting, and, at the same time, both revealed their art. In his painting was portrayed winged girl, that looked like Himawari, pulling a happy white cat to the sky, in a flowered grove.

After their presentation, Team 7 had to attend a meeting with their friends at Thunder Burger, which, curiously, Inojin dismissed in order to spend more time with Hima.

"Hey, Inojin, may I ask you something?" she asked shyly

"Anything, go ahead" answered, confused

"Why did you dismiss eating burgers with everyone?" the girl was looking at the floor, holding her hands, waging with her thumbs, in circular movements.

"Eharm, I decided that I rather stay and help you prepare yourself for the Chunin exam ... since ... you know! They change the challenges every time." Inojin answered swiftly

"Is that so?" asked shily

"You know, Hima ... I will tell you a secret." That was enough to widen her eyes, getting all her attention "I'm sure you and Kawaki will be able to ace the knowledge test and there are no doubts on my behalf of your power to defeat the enemies ... despite being afraid of seeing you getting hurt ..."

"Oh, Inojin, you're being so cute! Don't you worry." She patted his head

"Looks like I haven't gotten through to you ..." he grabbed her shoulders, making the girl red as a tomato "I want to help you with the second test, at the forbidden forest, 'll show it to you and point where you need to be careful this part ..."

Himawari interrupted him "Wait ... how do you know that the survival exam will be in the forbidden forest?" One eyebrow raised

The blonde nervously chuckled "Did I said forbidden forest? Eharmn, It's only a hard guess"

Her head came closer to his, almost touching foreheads "You're telling me that you have privileged information?" her gaze could pierce his soul "isn't that cheating?"

There wasn't escape, he had to tell, and so he did "Sorry, it was never my intention to debunk the exam or discredit you ... my father is also the director of the exam and I heard something about it ... it's just ..." there were fear and regret into his eyes.

"It's just?" asked, still gazing, but this time she grabbed his arms, making sure that there wouldn't be an escape.

Closing his eyes, he mumbled quickly "I don't want you getting hurt, that place is dangerous, full of monsters and bandits!"

She embraced Inojin, which almost faints out of all this pressure and emotion "Thank you, Inojin ..." her arms tightened around his back, bringing them much closer to each other than any other hug she ever gave him "It's not cheating if its only information right? I want you to show me around the forest."

"Actually, it –" She shushed him again placing her index finger in his lips.

"I don't care, let's go!" With a vivid smile, Hima took his hand and run with him to outside

There was no way to deny her, although the atmosphere not being favorable for flights, especially with chōjū-giga. Notwithstanding it, he made his jutsu, summoning a white eagle doodle, and both climbed its back. During the takeoff, he felt her delicate hands embrace his waist and she rested her head in his shoulders, which made hard for him to concentrate but also very happy.

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[madara-fate]

What is ur opinion about sumire kakkei? I think sp already found their new favourite. im not hating her or what...but if they don't animate sarada, sakura or Sasuke right in the upcoming episode i'll be pissed as hell.

One arc of character development doesn’t equate to SP finding a new favourite. Can we please just allow Sumire to have her time to shine?

[kairi-chan]

A Little Push - BoruSara

Genre: Angst with a fluffy ending

Rating: T 

Dedicated to Mayu (Porong_506 on twt). Please check out her lovely art! 

A/N: It’s been a while since I wrote a fic for someone else, wrote a one-shot under 1500 words, all in one day! ^^ I also tried to change my writing style and make it a bit simpler. 

High School AU.

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Under the mid-afternoon sun, a warm wind blew, ruffling the leaves and carrying flower petals to float and drift to the ground. Under the tree sat two girls, the space that settled between them was a little too much for friends to have. 

“Sarada-chan?” She kept her gaze on her hands, watching as her grip tightened around the milk box and the carton material bend to her strength. 

“Hmm?” The girl continued to sip her iced coffee, turning her gaze to look at her. “What is it, Class Rep?”  

“Are you dating—I mean, do you… like Boruto-kun?” A strong gust of wind blew by. 

“What? No, we’re not. Why would you ask me if I like him?” Sarada’s laughter mixed with the sakura petals flying in the spring breeze. 

“Because…” Sumire turned her gaze to the girl sitting next to her and boldly admitted, “I do.” 

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As the bell rang, the students filled the halls, chatting and walking to their respective classes. After lunch, the atmosphere was usually bright and cheery, having eaten and rested with their friends. Not for Sarada, though, at least, for this break time.

The conversation with her friend kept replaying in her head. It’s not like she and Boruto were together, and it’s not that she doesn’t like him either… Sarada was honest, telling Sumire that they weren’t together, and when she thought of replying if wether she liked Boruto or not, her cheeks heated up and ultimately thought against it. 

Sarada moved slowly, dragging her feet and eyes glued to the floor, watching herself move one foot after the other as she walked to class. Perhaps other students were greeting her, too. But if they did, Sarada did not notice or return their smiles. Worry creased her brow 

Not many were aware that they were living together, and no one knew that they have--Sarada stopped her thoughts there and brought her fingers to her lips. 

Just because they kissed, doesn’t mean that they were already together, right? 

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“Boruto.” 

The blond looked up from his book and smiled at his friend. “Ah, Shikadai. What’s up?” 

“Have you seen Sarada today?” 

It wasn’t usual for Shikadai to ask about her, even if they were all friends. “Not yet, why?” Sarada had told him she was going to have lunch with other people that day, and even if he pouted about it, gave her space. 

“She looked like she was spacing out a bit.” He shrugged. “Thought it might have something to do with you.” 

“Me?” Boruto’s lower lip jutted out. “What do you mean?” 

Shikadai smirked and then crossed his arms across his chest. “I think you know exactly what I mean.” 

His teasing was usually something Boruto could brush off easily, but for Shikadai to bring up Sarada when she wasn’t looking okay unsettled him. “I’ll go check on her.” He rose from his seat, not even waiting for Shikadai’s response as he walked towards the door. 

On his way to Sarada’s classroom, someone called his name from behind, making him stop and look over his shoulder. An easy smile formed on his face, biding is agitation to get to Sarada. “Hey Class Rep.”

“Boruto-kun…” she smiled nervously at him and handed him a piece of paper. 

He took it in his hands, looking at it and asking what it was, however when he looked up, Sumire was gone. Reading over the paper, his lips dipped into a frown. 

Meet me in the garden at the back of the school after class. 

The bell rang and Boruto walked back to his classroom. 

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Even when classes were over, Sarada’s mood did not lighten. She packed her books into her bag, fully expecting Boruto to come to her any moment—but he never came. It was odd, he always came by to fetch her. Checking her phone did little to ease her thoughts, as he hadn’t even sent her a text.

Boruto always texts if he isn’t walking home with me. 

Sarada stood and slinged her bag over her shoulder and walked towards his classroom. She bumped into Shikadai along the way, who held on to her shoulders to steady her. 

“I’m so sorry!” Sarada apologized. 

“It’s no problem.” Shikadai releases her shoulders and stuffed his hands in his pockets. “If you’re looking for Boruto, you just missed him.” 

“Oh.” So he did leave. 

“I thought he went over to your classroom.” 

“No, he didn’t. Never mind, thank you, Shikadai.” Sarada hurried off, getting her shoes from the locker and walking outside. He was nowhere in sight. Just when she was about to give up, she saw Boruto from the corner of her eye, turning the corner into the garden.

Sarada followed him, not wanting to lose sight of Boruto. Just as she was about to call out his name when she turned the corner, she saw someone else waiting for him, and she immediately back pedalled, and hid behind the post. Her hands flew to her mouth, forcing herself to keep quiet. 

That was Sumire, and Boruto was coming out here to meet her… is she… confessing? 

Heat rushed to Sarada’s cheeks. Their voices were soft, but she could hear them still. It was wrong to eavesdrop, but she couldn’t help it. Especially after what Sumire had told her earlier. 

“Boruto-kun… thank you for coming.” 

“It’s no problem, what did you have to tell me?” 

There was some silence on Sumire’s part, but after a while, she finally spoke up. “I-I like you.” 

Sarada sank down and crouched on the ground but her heart felt like it had sunken even lower. Sarada knew she shouldn’t have been listening—she felt horrible—knew she was horrible for doing so. Even if, she clutched on to her heart, a futile attempt to keep it together. 

Boruto hasn’t replied, he was quiet, and it only made Sarada want to cry. 

Is he thinking of returning Sumire’s feelings? 

What if he had always liked her? 

It would make sense, seeing that he had been smiling and talking to her more often. 

Sarada’s throat ached and her eyes pricked, feeling all the tell tale signs of tears to come. 

“Sumire…” 

Hearing Boruto’s voice made Sarada’s breath hitch. Could she bear to hear him return her feelings? Why should she even care? It’s not like they were together, or anything close to it. They were childhood friends and shared an apartment. 

Nothing more. 

Sarada shakily rose to her feet, not wanting to stay for a moment longer. Sumire had beat her to telling Boruto how she really felt, and she couldn’t blame her. 

“I’m sorry, but I already have feelings for someone else.” 

Sarada’s eyes widened, and she stayed frozen to her spot. Her heart beat so loud, she could hear it. 

“O-oh. I… see.” Sumire responded sadly. “Is it Sarada-chan? I thought you weren’t together.” 

“We’re not,” Boruto confirmed. “But I like her, and I will make her mine.” 

The rest of their conversation was blocked out, as Sarada only focused on what Boruto said. 

I like her and I will make her mine. 

She didn’t know how long she was standing there, because the next thing she knew, Boruto was walking by her, and saw her. He stopped and raised his brows. “Have you… been there long?” 

“Boruto.” Sarada’s dark eyes were wide, and her cheeks flushed upon being the subject of his undivided attention. His eyes were right on hers, and they were so, so, blue. 

“Did you… umm…” he looked away and scratched the back of his head, a blush on cheeks. “Did you hear what Sumire and I were talking about?” 

Sarada couldn’t help but smile, the tears finally falling down her cheeks. He looked so cute when he was being shy. “Boruto!” She suddenly took a step closer, wanting to be near him. 

Her sudden move made Boruto open his arms, wanting to catch her if she made a misstep. Sarada took advantage of this and took his hands in hers, and stepped even closer, barely any space between their bodies. Sarada got on her tiptoes. 

Boruto’s cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of red. “Sarada,” he breathed. 

“I like you, Boruto.” Sarada whispered before closing her eyes and giving him a soft kiss. 

Having a push was all she needed to have a little more courage to admit her feelings. 

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A/N: Mayu requested I write a love triangle between Sarada x Boruto x Sumire, as she is also making a doujin. I tried to incorporate one of her other drawings with the kiss! Sarada coming on her tiptoes to kiss Boruto is a headcanon that I absolutely love. 

[kairi-chan]

Flower Crowns - SaraSumi

Genre: Romance / Fluff 

Rating: T  

Beta read by: @abbypdg thank you! 

A/N: Written for Sumire week 2019, day 0 - Flowers

@benteja also made wonderful art for this fic: 

Big fluffy clouds filled the cerulean sky, lazily sweeping by with the summer breeze. The green clearing leaned to the side as the wind passed; yellow and pink flowers bending gently with it.

Under an old tree, two girls sat under its shade, surrounded by piles of yellow, pink, purple and red flowers. Soft laughter filled the air, along with the occasional sounds of tying twine. Their fingers moved carefully, thoughtfully, as they wound a rounded wire frame with flowers and leaves.

“You’re good at this, Sarada.”

She grinned and looked at the other flower crown. “You are too, Sumire.”

Sumire smiled sheepishly and looked at her flower crown, filled with pink and red flowers. She chose these two colors as she thought it brought out Sarada’s eyes. At first, she hesitated to ask her to come to this little haven of hers, afraid that her special thinking place wouldn’t be spectacular enough. However, her worries melted away as soon as she saw the big grin on Sarada’s face.

“Thank you for bringing me here,” Sarada put her half-made flower crown on her lap, filled with yellow and purple flowers. “It’s beautiful.”

A light blush dusted Sumire’s cheeks. “It’s nothing!” She blurted out. Upon realizing her tone, she swallowed and averted her gaze. “I just thought it would be better if we came here to talk instead… I like the tea shop and all, but…” Sumire turned her gaze towards the field and a small smile crept up her lips. “When I’m here, I feel so calm and safe.”

Sarada smiled and continued to weave more flowers into the crown. Sumire shifted her gaze towards her and her smile widened. Sarada was one of the closest and most special people to her. It meant a lot that she would even come. Her heart was racing, but it was time she told her. That was the reason why she brought her here in the first place.

“Much like how I feel whenever I’m with you, Sarada.”

Sarada gasped and dropped the crown on her lap, the leaves and petals rustling. Her large, dark eyes were wide, cheeks pink. Her lips parted as if to respond, but she had no words to say.

Perhaps it was a little surprising, but over the years their friendship grew and their bond only got stronger. Sumire was no longer that shy class rep that everyone knew, and Sarada grew to be the kunoichi she always strived to be. They were no longer girls, they had both grown to be fine women.

Sarada’s eyes glistened, and tears pooled at the corner of her eyes. A smile formed on her lips and she laughed. A genuine one. So much that it was infectious. Sumire found herself laughing as well.

“You don’t just say things like that out of the blue…” Sarada wiped the corner of her eyes. “You can’t just shock me with so much happiness in one go.”

Sumire giggled and locked the last stem in place. She held up the flower crown and placed it on Sarada’s head. “That would be unfair. You always do that to me.”

Sarada choked but hid it well with a laugh, more tears coming down her cheeks and she furiously wiped them away. “You’re too much.”

Sumire giggled and tucked a lock of Sarada’s long hair behind her ear and wiped a stray tear with her thumb. Sarada was always a little more reserved with her feelings, and never really showed too much affection. But it didn’t mean that she didn’t feel the same. Perhaps, she even felt it stronger. “Is that a yes?” She grinned.

Sarada giggled and held up her hand. Quickly, she finished up her flower crown and placed it on Sumire’s head. Sarada smiled sweetly and held on to both sides of Sumire’s face. “Do I really need to say it?”

Sumire leaned in close to her face, close enough to smell the flowers, close enough to feel Sarada’s breath on her face. “Show me.”

Slowly, their lips met, melting into each other as the wind blew petals of pink and purple around the field. Sighing out the words for the two of them. Whispering sweet nothings as their lips did all the talking.

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A/N: Happy Sumire Week, and Happy Pride Month! Here’s my contribution to celebrate! :) I love this ship, and how soft they can be. 

If you like my stories, please check out my profile for my Master Post. I also have links to my FFnet, Ao3, Twitter, and Ko-Fi there! 

[kairi-chan]

Braids - SaraSumi, for Sumire week 2019

Rating: T

Genre: Angst / Romance

Beta read by: @abbypdg ❤

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Sumire sat in front of her vanity, looking at herself in the mirror. She took in her long, purple hair and her two braids, roughly pulling them forward for them to rest on her shoulders and fall down in front of her torso. Her frown deepened.

You have no resolve.

You just do everything Boruto says.

You’re no one special.

She gritted her teeth and balled her fists. They were wrong. She is her own person, and she does have resolve. She doesn’t need Boruto, or anyone to tell her what she can or can’t do. It’s been five years since she left her genin team and pursued a career in technology. She did it for Nue, for herself.

Without her realizing it, tears were falling down her face. This isn’t what she thought she would hear once she came back to the village. She imagined people welcoming her, or at least being friendly enough to ask her how she was doing, but this… this was too much.

Sumire looked at herself again. Her face had matured, and her style changed a bit. Although she must admit, the colors were still the same. Her hair… she wore it exactly like she did back when she was thirteen. She held on to her braid and gripped it.

“I hate this.”

The more she looked at it, the more she hated how she looked. The more she hated how she looked, and what she had become. She came back to Konoha feeling proud, but now, she felt it was all for naught. Taking a pair of scissors, she held it to her braid and attempted to cut it. The blade hovered and she clenched her jaw.

Could she really do it? Cut her long hair and let it all go? Hearing the comments from earlier made her sniff, and more tears flowed down her cheeks. She shut her eyes tightly and held her breath.

In one snip, she cut off her braid, and then snipped the other. They fell with two soft thuds on the floor. She placed the scissors down and looked at her reflection.

Her eyes were red, and now her braids were uneven, both ending right at her shoulder. She gasped and covered her mouth with her hands. What had she done?

Before more tears could flow, she jumped when someone knocked on her door.

“Sumire!”

Sumire gasped. “Sarada?”

She knocked some more. “Are you home? I heard you were back, and I wanted to catch up!”

Of all the people to come to see her, it was Sarada…

She opened the door and as soon as Sarada saw her, her smile melted. “Wh—what happened?”

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They both sat down on her bed, Sumire lightly leaning on Sarada’s shoulder as she talked and explained what happened. Sarada rubbed her back up and down, and held on to a glass of water for her while she patiently listened.

“Don’t listen to them,” Sarada said. “They don’t know what they’re talking about. You worked hard to get to where you are now, and no one can take credit of that other than yourself.”

Sumire straightened up and looked at her. “Really?”

“Of course!” Sarada jumped to her feet. “Listen, it doesn’t matter if you listened to Boruto or anyone else’s advice before. They just helped you face the direction where to go, but getting there was all you.”

The realization hit her like a truck. Sarada was right. All those sleepless nights, racking her brain for a solution, and exhausting herself just so she could finish a project… it was all her. Some people helped her, yes. But no one held her hand through it. She would cry about it, but eventually pick herself back up. “You’re right…”

Sarada grinned and stretched her hand out to her. Sumire took it and stood up.

“Good. I see that you cut your hair. It looks good on you, but we need to straighten it out a bit.”

Sumire smiled sheepishly but nodded. She sat down on the stool and let Sarada take the brush to untangle her hair.

It felt nice to have a good friend with her, to lift her spirits and help her wake up to reality. As Sarada worked on her hair, they fell into easy conversation, talking about how far they have come and their other friends. Sumire held her breath when Sarada started cutting her hair to even it out, even cutting it a little shorter at the back, while leaving the front a little longer.

“Trust me, it’ll look great!” Sarada grinned.

Sumire only nodded, fully trusting her.

Finally, Sarada placed the pair of scissors down and started to brush her hair again. Sumire thanked her, but Sarada only told her she wasn’t finished yet. Sumire could see Sarada was doing something with her hair, but couldn’t really tell. Sarada took a hair tie and tied two of the locks together.

She pulled something out of her pocket and placed it on for the last touch. “There we go!”

Sumire looked at her reflection. She couldn’t believe it. Her bangs were still there, but her hair was now shorter, the front falling right above her shoulders, and the back exposing her nape. It was cleaner, and much lighter. But the detail she liked the most was what Sarada did to her hair. She still had two small braids, at either side, right above her ears and then connects at the back into one braid. At the very bottom was a small cherry blossom clip.

Her cheeks flushed. She recognized this clip, it was the same one that Sarada wore on special occasions.

“What do you think?” Sarada asked.

A small smile crept up on her lips and then a large grin spread on her face. “I love it. Thank you.”

“A little of the old, but also something new to remind you.” Sarada winked.

Sumire stood from the stool and wrapped her arms around Sarada’s neck for a big hug. Sarada wrapped her arms around Sumire’s waist. “Welcome home.”

Since Sumire arrived in Konoha, this was the first time she felt comfortable in her skin, like herself, and truly meant it when she said, “I’m home.”

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[kairi-chan]

"So close to the good parts, so damn close" for MitsuSumi or BoruSara, please!

Title: Boruto’s Frustration

Genre: Humor / Fluff

Rating: T

Beta read by: @anastasiapancake

A/N: Fourth wall fic for FnF and some hints for the next chapters of IGY!

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Boruto sat on the floor, his legs crossed in front of him. Around him were many scripts, haphazardly opened and thrown about. His face was mere inches away from the script in his hands. His blue eyes skimmed the pages, brows furrowed in concentration. He released a short shout of frustration and slammed the script down on his lap. “So close!” He shouted before salty, comical tears streamed down his face. “So damn close to the good parts…” he continued to cry for a moment more before sniffling. “I can never catch a break!” “What are you crying about, Boruto?” Boruto screamed and fell to his side. “Mitsuki!” He held on to his right ear, and shivered, still feeling his friend’s hot breath on his skin. “Don’t sneak up on me like that! Personal space, dude!” Mitsuki only smiled. “What were you doing?” Once Boruto recovered, he got back up and dusted his jacket off. With a pout on his face, he responded, “Read the Functions and Feelings script for chapter ten.” “Ah.” Mitsuki nodded and sat down next to Boruto on the ground. “That did take an unexpected turn, didn’t it?” “Heh!” Boruto crossed his arms tightly, and his frown deepened. “Unexpected? It’s so typical of Kairi to do this to me!” Mitsuki chuckled and picked up a much thicker script. He then pointed at the title page and said, “Don’t worry. This one has some action for you, doesn’t it?” Boruto rolled his eyes. “That’s just a draft. No actual content yet. You know her, she’ll probably find another way to rewrite it and take the smut out.” “She has been discussing the plot a lot with her beta-readers. It’s also coming quite close to the end, isn’t it?” Boruto used his fingers to make air quotes. “Close to the end.” His arms fell to his lap and then grumbled, “Like you’d believe that shit. She’s having too much fun with that story.” “Mitsuki-kun?” The two of them looked back and spotted a girl with purple hair. “Oh, Boruto-kun, you’re here too.” “Hey there, Sumire!” Boruto grinned. The girl smiled and approached them. She trained her gaze on Mitsuki and spoke, “Mitsuki-kun, we have a briefing…”

“Ah yes.” He stood up and dusted himself off. “At Kairi’s office, right?”Sumire shook her head and clasped her hands behind her. “No, it’s at Ninbucks now. I came here to tell you.” Boruto lifted his brow. “A briefing? For the two of you?” Sumire nodded and grinned. “Mitsuki-kun and I have been getting more requests.” “Ooh?” Boruto leaned closer and waggled his eyebrows. “BDSM and Chill Part 2?” The poor girl turned red as a tomato and covered her face. “N-no! It isn’t like that!” Boruto held on to his stomach and laughed. Mitsuki snaked his arm around her waist and pulled her closer. “It’s okay, Sumire. I love your perverted side.” “Mitsuki-kuuun!” Sumire cried, to which Mitsuki only smiled. Her face was so red, it looked like she was ready to explode. Someone burst through the door. “Boruto!” Her tone was all too threatening. “Oh shit.” The blond got up on his feet, ready for anything she might throw at him.

“You forgot!” “Double shit,” Boruto muttered. He grinned and scratched the back of his head. Perhaps pulling the cute boyfriend card would work. “Sorry, Sarada, but… what did I forget?” Mitsuki facepalmed.

Sarada was fuming. “We have an interview tomorrow! The questions are hard, you know. Mostly personal questions about us…” she then looked away. Boruto raised his brow. “So what? We always get asked about us anyway.” “You don’t get it!” Sarada grumbled. “About our relationship.” “Oh, that’s hard,” Mitsuki chimed in. “Are you two still keeping it under wraps?” Sarada sighed. “Yes. Better we break the news after Functions and Feelings finishes and we pass a certain chapter in I Got You.” She crossed her arms. “Something about better publicity that way.”

“Must be hard needing to hide it…” Sumire mused. “You bet!” Boruto exclaimed. “Always needing to,” he created air quotes with his fingers again, “date other girls just to hide it is such a hassle. I can’t stand those girls sometimes.”

Sumire giggled when Sarada rolled her eyes. “Sure, Boruto.” Boruto feigned shock and hurt. He always was the dramatic type. Quickly, he took her hand to his heart and said, “Darling, don’t you believe me?” Sarada puffed her cheeks and harrumphed. Boruto couldn’t help but feel his heart soar. She was jealous. And she was so cute whenever she was jealous.

“You two get along so well!” Sumire smiled. “They make a great couple, don’t they?” Mitsuki returned her smile. “No, we don’t!” The two of them burst in unison. Right after they caught what they said, Sarada covered her mouth with her hands and looked at Boruto with wide and apologetic eyes. Boruto also looked shocked that they said it.

Why would they say that? Force of habit? For years, the two of them kept denying their feelings for each other. It had only been a little over a month since they officially got together, although they had been dating for nearly a year. It was mostly their career that stopped them from making it official—or so they said. “I’m sorry…” Sarada mumbled. “S’okay.” Boruto grinned and pulled her into a hug. Sumire smiled and leaned on Mitsuki’s shoulder while watching the two. Mitsuki pulled her closer and smiled, too. “I guess you’re ready for your interview if denying it and taking it back so fast was your immediate reaction,” Sumire commented. Boruto grinned at her, never letting Sarada out of his arms. “You bet.” He then looked at Sarada. “We’ll wing it?” She rolled her eyes. “No. We’ll go through the questions together later.” “As long as I get a little something after,” Boruto smiled suggestively. —Outside of the lounge, a loud slap! was heard, and a sharp cry of pain. 

A/N: I’m not gonna write that smut. Not today, Zurg!

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