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Coffee Date?! - BoruSara

Art by: @emancipate-art​ my first collab with Manci!! <3 Please go to his profile and check out his stuff. Commissions are open, too. :)

Rated: K+ 

Genre: Fluff / Humor 

Written for @borusaraweek2020​ D7: Coffee

Beta-read by: @ss-tyytyy​ <3 

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“Come on, Boruto! Hurry up!” Sarada was absolutely ecstatic. The grin on her face, as well as the pink tint on her cheeks, were starting to look permanent. And if Boruto just wasn’t such a sore loser, he might have found it cute. Maybe. 

“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming,” he muttered and stuffed his hands in his pockets. His lower lip jutted out as he watched her walk ahead with a spring in her step, short hair swaying along with the cool spring breeze, and that sweet smile on her face. 

Yeah, he definitely didn’t find her cute. At all. 

It was a bad idea, letting her taunt him into making a bet that she could hit more bullseyes than he could. But his stupid pride and his stupid want to look cool in front of her had won over. Sarada was the best at shuriken jutsu. Everyone knew that, including Boruto. But despite knowing the facts, he took her up on her bet. 

“Loser buys coffee after training.” She grinned slyly. 

“Ha! You’re on. But if I win, we go to Thunder Burger,” Boruto huffed.

“It doesn’t matter where you want to go, because we’re surely going to Ninbucks,” Sarada replied as she crossed her arms across her chest.

And that is exactly what happened. Boruto should have already known—Sarada was always right. Now he was standing outside the coffee shop, gazing up at the green logo and sighed. Of course, she would want to take advantage of her win and come here. Boruto could kiss that pack of Ninja cards goodbye. 

He followed her into the store, the aroma of coffee enveloping his senses. Boruto took a deep breath and closed his eyes, and a small smile formed on his lips. Okay, maybe coming here wasn’t such a bad idea. 

“What should I have, what should I have,” Sarada mused to herself as she tapped her lower lip with her index finger, those dark eyes gazing at the menu board overhead. “What will you be getting, Boruto?” 

His eyes widened a bit, he hadn’t thought about it. All he thought about was getting Sarada her coffee. He didn’t think that they would actually be staying in the cafe. “I don’t know yet,” he admitted and stood next to her in the queue in order to see what they were offering. 

“I think I want to get a cake, too.” Sarada looked at the chiller before her, her dark eyes going wide with excitement. “Their chocolate cake here is good.” 

“Hey!” Boruto puffed his cheeks. “Our bet just involved coffee!” 

“Yes, yes,” Sarada waved her hand at him dismissively. “This one’s on me. Let’s share.” She turned her gaze at him and smiled. 

His eyes widened and turned his face away. “O-okay, fine.” 

Sarada walked up to the cashier and said her orders. She then turned to look at Boruto and asked what he wanted. “I’ll have what you’re having.” 

This surprised her, but she grinned. “Good choice.” She said before turning to the cashier to finalize her order. Boruto pulled out his wallet and handed the cashier some bills, and Sarada did the same. 

They both walked over to an empty table and sat across from each other. The couch was surprisingly comfortable. Paired with the smell of coffee and Sarada’s warm presence, Boruto allowed himself to relax and lean back. The two of them spoke about their training routine, and it wasn’t long until they called Sarada’s name to pick up their orders. She made a move to stand, but Boruto stopped her. “Don’t worry, I got it.” He got up on his feet and picked up the tray. 

Blue eyes widened when he turned and caught sight of her. The way Sarada was leaning back on the couch with a tired yet soft smile on her face as she watched him approach, the light from the window giving her an ethereal glow. His heart stuttered for a moment.

Okay… Maybe he did find her cute. 

Boruto carefully put the tray down on the table in front of them, cheeks tinted pink as he was now so painfully aware of her attention on him. He peeked at her, deeming it safe now that she was cooing over the cake and coffee. Boruto swallowed and his cheeks burned all the more. 

If buying her coffee meant seeing her smile like this, he wouldn’t mind doing it a little more often. 

The cake really was good, and Boruto enjoyed sharing it with her. The coffee that Sarada chose was also pretty good, just the right amount of bitter and sweet mixed into one smooth hot concoction.

“Better than Thunder Burger, huh?” She asked slyly. 

“What?” How could she even suggest such a thing? “No way!” He scoffed. 

Sarada giggled and took a sip of her coffee. “It was worth a shot, but this is nice for a change, don’t you think? You shouldn’t be eating too many burgers, too.” 

“I can eat what I want,” Boruto sulked, taking a small sip of his coffee. The taste was far from his favorite, but he had to admit, Sarada was right. “Though… I guess you’re right. This is nice,” he muttered. 

That put a wide grin on her face, cheeks turning pink. “I’m happy.” Sarada scooted off the chair and pulled her phone out. “We should take a photo. The day that I almost made you admit Ninbucks is better than Thunder Burger, and treat me to a coffee date.” She took her glasses off, picked up the coffee cup and looked back at him. “Ready?” 

Boruto was shocked, too little time to react to what she just said. 

A coffee date?! 

His cheeks burned. So this is a date. And with Sarada, too. He turned away, a pout on his face.   

Sarada took a barrage of photos, and captured a portion of Boruto looking surprised, one with a pout, another peeking at her, a soft smile forming on his face, before finally turning into a wide smile. 

If this is what dates were like with Sarada, maybe Boruto would want more of it. 

Sarada stopped taking photos, put her glasses back on, and looked at the photos, laughing upon seeing his expression. “Boruto, what was that pout for?” She showed him the screen. “It’s not like you to be this way for photos.” She kept on scrolling and found the last photo—of her and Boruto with wide smiles on their faces. “That’s the smile I was looking for.” 

She showed him a photo of the screen, and Boruto couldn’t help but smile warmly. “Send me that, would ya?” 

“Sure. I’ll post it, too.” Sarada got on her phone, thumbs going over the screen, sending him the photo and posting it on Ninstagram. 

Right when Sarada posted it, she put her phone away and went back to her coffee, chatting about what her hopes were for their next mission. Boruto did the same and took a slice of cake, happily exchanging wishes for a higher ranked mission next time as well. 

Boruto walked her home, just when the sun was setting and the sky was painted with colors of pink and orange. He waved at her, and waited until she was inside before turning heel and walking towards his own house. The phone in his pocket started vibrating like crazy, and he pulled it out, looking at all the notifications his guy friends were sending in their group chat. 

His eyes went wide and heat filled his cheeks as he read the messages from his friends, all filled with teasing—teasing him with Sarada. Boruto couldn’t even speak right, choking on words and feeling his face heat up from all of their messages. Boruto stuffed his phone in his pocket and marched away.

As much as he tried being huffy about it, whenever he would think about Sarada, his heart would feel so much lighter and at some point, he couldn’t stop smiling. He caught himself, groaned and stuffed his hands in his pockets. 

Great. Boruto’s crushing on Sarada. 

He kicked a rock on the pavement and pouted. Well, it’s not like he would ever admit it. 

At least, for now. 

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@borusaraweek2020 Day7: Sarada Uchiha

[kairi-chan]

"Did that person just take a picture of us?" is GOLD for including in Hold you down

Title: Sip and Click 

Genre: Romance / Fluff / Humor 

Rating: T 

Co-written with @ss-tyytyy

Written for @borusaraweek2020 D7: Coffee, Princess 

A/N: Warning!! This has some spoilers for the canon fics! But I guess you guys have already seen this coming. Lol. 

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With the news of Sarada and Hōki’s breakup out, Boruto felt like he could finally breathe easy. It had been two weeks of Sarada barely leaving her condo when she wasn’t shooting, and spending a week going home to her parents’ house, making it look like she was trying to get a hold of herself again after their split. 

What a load of bullshit. As if Sarada needed “time and space to heal” when it was supposed to be a mutual decision on their part to “split up.” 

Hōki made it look like he was hurt—for about a day—until he started posting photos with his new female lead, shaping up to look like a new love interest. 

Boruto missed Sarada and when she was finally set to come back home to her condo, he was happy to have her back in his arms and to sleep with her again. As much as he wanted to spend the day indoors, Sarada was getting antsy, wanting to go out for a cup of coffee and cake. She had been stuck at home for two weeks, it was understandable but still risky. 

“You’re supposed to be heartbroken, princess,” Boruto reasoned, careful not to rile her up about it. 

“Well… I’m not.” Sarada stomped her foot and crossed her arms over her chest. “I want to move on with my life already.”

Boruto couldn’t argue with those two points. Sarada certainly wasn’t the type to sit around and mope over a guy who wasn’t even great. “Yeah, you’re right.” He sighed and got up from the couch. “Fine, cake and coffee?” 

“Yes.” She brightened instantly, dropping her arms before closing the distance between them and hugging him around his waist. “Thank you.”

He chuckled lightly and hugged her back, resting his cheek on the top of her head. “Anything for you, princess.” 

Boruto drove them to a coffee shop halfway across town. Not only because it’s what Sarada wanted, but also because it was the most private. Despite being located in the business district, it had a homey and dainty feel to the place, decorated with white wood and comfy couches. They also served one of the best strawberry cakes in the city. 

Sarada was nearly bouncing on her feet in excitement and he couldn’t blame her at all. It had been a while since they both came to visit. He had already called in advance, reserving a particular nook in the cafe wherein the couch faced a wall, back turned against everyone else inside. The backrest wasn’t high enough to hide their faces but if Sarada wanted to cuddle—and no doubt she would want to—her head would be hidden and only his shirt’s collar until the top of his blond head would be seen. Sarada slipped into the couch first and Boruto followed suit. 

As soon as they were both seated, Sarada scooted closer to Boruto and wrapped both her arms around his left which was closest to her. “Is this… a date?”

His eyes widened by the smallest bit but a light blush and a large bright grin cracked on his face. “Y-yeah it is.” If Boruto knew earlier she wanted this to be a date, he would have had flowers sent here in advance. Perhaps he could have it sent to her house to surprise her when they were back. 

“Ooh. I was worried we wouldn’t get another date.” She sighed, but a soft smile was gracing her lips. “The first one was beautiful. I want more dates.”

What? “My princess wants dates? She will get all the dates she wants,” Boruto declared. 

“Next time, I want to go to the beach and have a picnic… at night.” Sarada told him, already excited about the idea of more dates to come. 

“Night picnics on the beach. Got it,” Boruto nodded, interlacing their fingers together and rubbing his nose on hers. “How about ghost hunting, too?” He smirked, a devilish smile on his face. 

Sarada shuddered and pulled away from him as if he’d wounded her. “I hate you!” She pouted, turning her face away from him. He knew well how much she hated scary things. 

He laughed and tickled her side, making her lighten up a little bit. “Aw, come on, I’ll protect you! And you can cling on to me as much as you like, ya know?” 

“No.” She huffed but laid her head on his shoulder. “You’re so mean.”

“I’m not,” that grin on his face was starting to look permanent. God, he missed her so much. Having her leaning on him and teasing her again made him feel so happy. 

The waiter came around and handed them a menu. Boruto didn’t even need to take a look, he already knew what they wanted. After the waiter took their order, he scurried away to have it placed and finally, they were alone again. 

He pressed his lips to her temple and took a deep breath, inhaling her scent. “I missed you.” 

“I’ve missed you too.” She whispered back, moving her hand to cling onto his shirt. “I don’t like dating other people.”

“I’m the only one you’ve ever dated,” he grinned cheekily. Although Boruto knew what Sarada meant, he couldn’t help but tease her. 

“Yeah… but nobody knows that. Everybody thinks it’s Hōki and not you.” Sarada sighed sadly. She didn’t like lying, even if it was necessary. She would have liked nothing more than being able to tell the world that Boruto owned her heart. 

“I know,” his smile fell by the smallest bit and he rubbed her back soothingly. “As long as we know how we feel about each other, the rest of the world doesn’t matter.” 

Sarada tilted her head back, gazing at him with a look of pure adoration in her eyes. “You really mean that?”

“I do,” Boruto leaned down to capture her lips in a light and chaste kiss. It lasted way too short for her liking, and he barely pulled away when he heard a familiar sound. 

Click. 

His eyes widened, gaze shifting to the other side of the cafe. There weren't any big professional cameras, but there was a phone and it was pointed right at them. 

“Oh fuck,” Boruto cursed, gaze pointedly staring at the girl. She hastily put her phone away and sipped her drink, wanting to look innocent. 

“What?” Sarada asked softly, knowing that look on his face. “Did they take a photo?”

“They did.” Although his voice was low, it was lethal. “Shit. Mitsuki is going to kill me.” Boruto sat back down on the couch and slumped down on it, arms crossing against his chest. He knew this was going to happen but getting caught like that has got to be a new idiotic record. Even for him. 

“Let me out.”

“What?” Boruto quirked a brow up. “Why?” 

“I’ll take care of it.” She said simply, patting his leg under the table. 

“Wh-what?” His arms fell to his side, jaw slack. “What do you mean you’ll take care of it?” He sat up, blocking her way out of the couch. There was no way he was going to let Sarada out of the couch. 

Sarada narrowed her dark eyes on him. “Boruto, let me up. I can handle this easily. Look at this face, nobody can refuse me.” She said, giving him a bout of puppy dog eyes. 

Boruto bit his lower lip, eyes growing wide. He wouldn’t budge to those big beautiful black eyes and her adorable pouty lips. No. He would absolutely not—he slid out of the couch and stood up, holding her hand to help her out. Once Sarada was on her feet, he slapped a hand to his forehead. “Fuck me,” He muttered. Boruto was too weak against her and he really should’ve known better. 

“Later,” Sarada whispered, patting him on his chest before brushing past him and heading for the girl who was still sipping her drink and giving Sarada a side-eye, looking stunned to be approached by her. 

Sarada smiles warmly at the girl and they exchanged a few words that he couldn’t hear. The two of them smiled and giggled as the girl showed Sarada her phone and even let Sarada hold it. After a couple moments, Sarada accepted a pen and notebook from the girl, giving her autograph before waving Boruto over. 

The blond felt a wave of anxiety rush over him, but he put on a charming smile and confidently walked over to the two, beaming at the young girl. “Hello.” 

“Hi.” The girl replied meekly and Sarada giggled, moving to stand by his side. 

“We’re going to take a proper picture for her,” Sarada explained. 

“Oh,” Boruto blinked. That wasn’t… what he expected. At all. “Sure, why not.” He grinned, despite not knowing what the hell Sarada was up to. 

The girl was beside herself with glee, Boruto could practically see the stars in her eyes. 

Sarada smiled brightly, leaning close against him as she would any time while the girl took the photo. 

“Thank you so much.” She cooed, showing them both the picture she’d taken. 

“You’re welcome. Much better.” Sarada approved. “Thank you for your support.”

The girl was nearing hysterics as Sarada took Boruto’s hand and pulled him back to their table. She settled in and smiled at finding her coffee hot and waiting. She hummed in delight after a much-needed sip. 

“What just…” Boruto stared at her in disbelief. “What just happened?” He still couldn’t believe Sarada had approached a fan and offered to have their photo taken. 

“Oh, she was really sweet. Big fan, said we were her OTP. She let me delete the other photo and since she was so nice about it, I agreed to take one that was safer.”

He blinked once. Twice. “We’re her OTP?” The following and number of comments Boruto got whenever he posted a photo of Sarada on his social media should have been enough to convince him. But seeing it live was a completely different experience. “You mean… she’s a BoruSara fan?” 

“Yes. Very much. She promised not to even post the picture—and I believe her.” Sarada giggled and rubbed his thigh affectionately. “It’s nice to know that, even if we’re not publicly official, there are lots of people supporting us.”

The corner of his lips curled up and he looked back to see the girl giggling away on her phone. Boruto chuckled and kissed Sarada’s cheek. “I’m happy to know that, too, princess.” 

“Boruto,” Sarada cooed, leaning closer to nuzzle her nose against his neck and then whispered, “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” Boruto wound an arm around her shoulders and picked up his coffee, taking a long and satisfying sip. 

Nothing in this world was better than having a good cup of coffee, the love of his life wrapped up in his arms, and a public relations crisis averted.