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This is a beautiful work, you got to check it out.

Sickie - BoruSara

Rating: K+

Genre: Fluff/humor

A/N: Here’s a quickie, for a sickie. lol. They’re around 19 here!

Boruto stood there, biting his lower lip and fighting a severe case of giggles. The paper bags on his arms rustled as he vibrated ever so lightly, trying his best to hold in the laugh that was bound to explode. He did not want to laugh. No. He wanted to celebrate. To pop open a bottle of champagne before for the first time in forever, his girlfriend, Sarada Uchiha, had admitted defeat to sickness and called him for help.

She stood there, holding the door open for him, in her pajamas. Her long, dark hair was unkempt, and her glasses slightly askew. Boruto didn’t miss how red her nose looked as well.

“Christmas must have come early,” Boruto grinned. “Because for once in my life, my girl actually asked for my help.”

Sarada rolled her eyes but did not say anything. All she did was sniff and rub at her stuffy nose as she glared at her cocky-as-ever boyfriend.

“Have you seen Sarada, Rudolf?”

In the nick of time, he ducked a jab. “If you’re well enough to be that fast, you might not need me here, ya know?”

Sarada pulled him in, a frown on her face. She was already as sick as a dog and he was still making fun of her. He kept talking, saying how cute her pajamas and sour act was. “Boruto–” she stopped herself upon hearing how stuffy her voice sounded. She bit her lower lip and side-eyed him when all he did was chuckle at how she sounded. He was enjoying this far too much.

With an exasperated sigh, she sat down on the couch and crossed her arms across her chest. “If you’re going to be impossible, please just leave. I’ll manage.”

“No, no!” Boruto set the paper bags down on the center table and held his hands out in front of her. “I’m sorry,” that grin was still plastered on his face, “It’s just that… I’m so happy you called me. And that you voluntarily took a sick day today, ya know?” He crouched down in front of her and rested his hands on her knees. This time, he had a genuine smile on his face. “This is progress, a nice step into self-care.”

She gave him a skeptic look, but then sighed and pulled a blanket over her shoulders. “I know I’ll just be useless if I try to work when I’m sick. Plus, I don’t want to infect anyone else.”

Boruto stood up. “That’s the spirit. Besides, it’s not like the Hokage’s office is going to fall apart while you’re away.” Upon hearing his thoughts out loud, he stopped and did a double-take. “Actually, no, it might just–”

Sarada’s icy glare made him shut his mouth and pick up the bags. “I’ll go make you some tea. Why don’t you lie down, Sarada? I’ll take care of it.”

Her fingers came up to massage her temples and she took a deep breath. Even if he was teasing, she was still glad for his company. “Okay, I’ll be in my room.” She padded down the hall and stopped herself before disappearing from his view. She smiled and thanked him sincerely before leaving. The dust of pink on his cheeks when she did made her feel warm and fuzzy inside, and it wasn’t because of her rising fever.

A/N: I’ve been down with the flu for days, and thought it was time I wrote another sick day BoruSara like fic. Just a quick one for now and I’ll end it here because I need to sleep. ^^;

Thank you for reading my fic! If you like my stories, please check out my profile and check out the link to my masterpost. I also have links to my FFnet, Ao3, Twitter and Ko-Fi.

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draco-jenkings · 4 years

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Kairi-chan is the best BoruSara that I know, if you like that ship, you gotta check her work.

No Pressure - BoruSara

Genre: Fluff / Humor

Rating: T

A/N: done super quick on my phone. I got inspired when I saw some art on twitter of these two tsundere babies.

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“Can I kiss you?”

Her whole face flooded with heat, and her body shook by the slightest bit. “Y-Yes.”

“Is that a solid yes... or?” Boruto looked away, his lower lip jutting out and a blush coming on to his cheeks, all the way up to his ears. “You don’t have to say yes if you don’t want—“

“I mean it!” She cried, shocked with her own brazenness. Sarada had been waiting for this. “I want you to kiss me.”

A crooked smile formed on his lips. “Okay...” Boruto took a step forward and held on to her arms, slowly inching closer. Those blue eyes she loved closed, and his lips pursed together.

This was it. Sarada held her breath and closed her eyes. Her lips also puckered by the slightest bit, anticipating to feel his lips on hers.

The closer Boruto got, the more she could feel his heat and, subconsciously, leaned back, putting space between them again.

Boruto stopped and cracked an eye open. “Sarada...”

“Hmm?” She kept her eyes tightly shut, heart thumping in her chest.

“Why are you leaning back?”

“I—what?” She cracked an eye open too, and realized that she had been leaning away. Sarada never thought her face could go any redder. “I—!”

Boruto sighed, and an easy smile came up on his face. “Come here you.” He wrapped his arms around her, trapping her arms by her side, cheek squished on his chest.

“B-Boruto. I’m... sorry,” she muttered.

“Don’t be sorry. It’s okay, we’ll kiss on our time.” He rubbed her back in a comforting up and down motion, and she felt his lips press on her forehead. She peeked at him, and was greeted by those beautiful ocean eyes that always left her breathless. “We don’t need to rush.”

She smiled and wrapped her arms around his middle. “Thank you.”

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draco-jenkings · 4 years

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🔩Borusara Week🥗

Day 5: bed!

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#borusaraweek2020 #Boruto #Sarada #borusaraw2020d5 @borusaraweek2020

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draco-jenkings · 4 years

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Behind the eyepatch

Artist: Draco_Jenkings Art title: After trauma Reference: Behind the eyepatch (fanfic at wattpad, autor Draco_Jenkings)

Acknowledgements:

To my dearest friend, @van3vane5, who shown me how to draw To my dear friend Seanspeciale, who had the patience to tell me where to improve it. To my estemmed friend jaozin_art (instagram), who taught me hot to use some tools in the app.

Thank you very much.

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Naruto was in tears, just by looking at the state that his son was, knelt in his office, right in front of him ... painted in blood from his hair to toes. His long blond hair now was brownish red, and his clothes were all torn like a rag. "Boruto, I already know from what I can see, but I need to know from you the details. What happened?" The Hokage asked.

Sarada, who was also crying, was next to him, but she didn't seem to have experienced such a hellish experience as her boyfriend. "Bolt ... C'mon, everything is okay now, please tell your father what happened." She involved the bloody man in an embrace without caring if it would get her dirty. Mitsuki, also without showing signs of battle from his looks, tapped Boruto's shoulder at ease.

Boruto was trembling and, if he wasn't wearing an eyepatch in his scarred sight, his father would be able to tell that he was in a panic "I ended it, father ... I brought death to the traitors." His voice was as shaky as his body was.

"I don't understand, son." Naruto questioned.

"They can't do harm to us any longer, I killed them all." He continued, but he felt it was difficult to find the words. "So, no matter how much lingering hatred they had, after what I brought, they are powerless. They cannot even wish for revenge, much less seek it out. Konoha is safe, father." Tears were falling from his eyes.

"Son ... I'm sorry for what you experienced ... but I will need details of what you've been through and underwent" At this moment he was able to hold his tears, despite the scene in front of him shat his heart in pieces. He would never forgive Omoi.

"Doesn't he know? Omoi is still alive." Sai couldn't control himself and snipped this piece of intel.

At the same moment, Boruto heard Sai's words he stood up with a desolate expression in his face, with clouded eyes and, seeming like nothing else was around him besides a crooked idea that was rooting in his mind. "If Omoi still alive, he will seek revenge because hatred and regret are burdens that fall on the shoulders of those who are left behind." He continued his speech "Father, in order to protect the village and avenge our friends, I must continue down the path I trailed that night ...".

That face wasn't new for Naruto, he knew it very well. it was the expression of hatred provoked by the pain, the beginning of a cycle of hatred that Nagato had told him decades ago. He knew that even if his son killed Omoi, succeeding in his revenge, all he would get was nothing more than mere personal satisfaction for reaping his enemy's life. He also knew that Jiraya trusted him to find a way to end this cycle, and because of that, the trust passed on in what his master believed was unbreakable.

"You won't kill Omoi, Boruto. I know that our friends and fellow companions were brutally murdered ..." The father hesitated. He couldn't believe that this could be so hard, since he also wanted, so badly, revenge. "... but we cannot retribute evil with the same coin, otherwise, we'll become the same. Yet ..." He was thinking about this, but that was something that only his son could do, otherwise there the wickedness that was rooting inside of him would never be healed. "... I will let you go down a path, a path in which you shall not bear their revenge, yet, justice. Because of that, you will capture Omoi and bring him to be judged by an international court, since this is an affair involves two sovereign nations." The Hokage was determinative. "So, Boruto, with that clear, tell me what happened".

Boruto couldn't take away from his mind the pictures of his master and friends that he accompanied to the Lightning Palace being cowardly slain ... the scene of Shikadai pleading mercy to the enemy while he couldn't do anything... Naruto's words in his mind reflected the idealism from an era that ended from far too long. He didn't believe in the justice that courts could distribute, he knew what corruption was and, he knew that nowadays truth was plastic, which means that it is molded along with the necessities of the powerful. Konoha can be a great potency in the land of fire, but if that treason occurred, there had to be something beyond Omoi ... an interest much powerful and eloquent enough to persuade a Kage to wage war against the Shinobi Alliance. He had to find out and deliver justice by his own hands.

"Very well, father, I will tell what I remember," the sad blond man calmed himself before narrating the trauma to his father.

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If you liked it, go read the complete chapter at my wattpad: Draco_Jenkings Important disclaimer: the fanfiction is for the mature public.

#boruto #boruto uzumaki #behind the eyepatch #fanfiction #borusara #mature

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draco-jenkings · 4 years

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So cute!

03/27 HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BORUTO!

I’m looking forward to see you to open another packs of Gemaki! (≧▽≦)

DO NOT REPOST | DILARANG UNGGAH ULANG

GUMROAD ★ COMMISSION ★ KO-FI ★ WTS NARUTO/BORUTO OFFICIAL MERCHANDISE

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draco-jenkings · 4 years

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FANTASTIC!

If you don’t know Junebu, you gotta check her work right now!

JUNEBU is at Twitter and Instagram at: @junebuart

🔩Borusara Week🥗

Day 6: school!

Borusara school uniforms AU ~

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#borusaraweek2020 #Boruto #Sarada #borusaraw2020d6 @borusaraweek2020

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Just in case you still don’t know this amazing artist, there’s your reblog!

Check her work at Twitter and Instagram: @benteja9

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draco-jenkings · 4 years

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Behind the eyepatch

Author: Myself, also known as Draco Jenkings Target Audience: New Adults Pairings: BoruSara Genre: Romance | Angst by trauma Length: snippet with 1.681 words

Written for @borusaraweek2020, Day 3: Eyes

A/N: To find the complete fic you’ll need to search Draco_Jenkings on Wattpad

A/N 2: The events on this fanfiction happen after 5 years from the manga. | Boruto’s looks are inspired on Dimitri (Fire Emblem: Three Houses).

A fluffy snippet bellow

At Konoha airport, the ninjas saw something that they never would imagine in their wildest dreams, an airship. It was a cigar-shaped, trussed and covered frame supported by internal gas cells, or at least, what the guide that accompanied them to it said. Inside it, they grabbed their new gear.

When Sarada saw Boruto wearing his new outfit: a new black leather eyepatch, a black and white-furred Hyüga cape, black tactical Ambu vest and her father’s katana, she almost fainted for getting too excited. In her eyes, he looked as hot as fire, and she wished it.

Sarada, in her turn, had received the same black tactical Ambu vest, new shades and a red and white Uchiha cape, which she decided to put in her bag because she found Boruto’s salmon coat more comfortable. When equipped her shades, she noticed that it wasn’t a regular accessory, but an information machine, capable of identifying and analyzing objects at her will, at a small chakra cost. A useful ninja tool.

Finally, Mitsuki had received a new Konoha white and blue robe, with extralong sleeves, a tactical Ambu vest, and some potato chips. He liked it.

Along with the presents, there was a letter addressed for the team:

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Dear Team 7,

Most of the shinobis didn’t endure what you did nor had a greater record and sense of responsibility. You have proven yourself worthy of this promotion from now on I, as the Hokage of the Hidden Leaf Village, Naruto Uzumaki, recognize you as top elite ninjas and name you official members of the Ambu, reporting directly to me.

Arise, new members of the Ambu of the Hidden Leaf!

Uzumaki, Naruto. Hogake of the Hidden Leaf

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“Seems like from now on we’ll be getting more difficult missions,” Mitsuki commented.

“Are you complaining, Mitsuki?” Sarada said jokingly

“That never was a problem for us, was it?” Boruto smiled for the first time since he survived hell.

“Gentleman, may I accompany you to your ride?” asked the man in a tuxedo, wearing white gloves and with an odd mustache. Then, he conducted the team to their seats to travel this long ride “The estimated flight time is about 5 hours. Konoha Airlines appreciates your choice for a safe and comfortable journey and wish you to have a nice experience. Enjoy.” Then the man left.

To enter the zeppelin, they had to access a door that led to a tight corridor that had two doors, one for the pilot room and another for the living lounge. The lounge had a fancy decoration, with vintage furniture, expensive lights, the yellow wallpaper, and green carpet, equipped with a piano and a bar. There was only a bartender in the area, seems like that no one besides them was taking that flight.

At the lounge, the friends sat in two sofas blue sofas that were placed around a table and a window, showing the astonishing view of the sky.

“So, Boruto, I see that you really fostered this black eyepatch style. There is a reason for it?” Mitsuki was dying to ask him the reason behind it since he couldn’t find out by himself.

“I find it very attractive.” Added Sarada, grabbing her boyfriend’s arm and looking at his face.

“I know you everyone may find it strange since I still have both of my eyes … but I feel more comfortable hiding the eye that I share with Momoshiki from the world.” He clenched his fist “Not just it, but I rather use as little as possible the Jougan … since it activates my Karma … I …” he was feeling the weight of what he was about to confess “I cannot let myself lose control another time because. This is not just fearing losing control of my body, but because I fear to unleash the murderous monster that I became.” There was sorrow in his voice.

It was unusual to Mitsuki extend the discussion of emotional affairs, usually, he would just make a short observation that summarized it all, but this time it was important because he could see how broken ‘his sun’ was “Doing what is necessary to survive doesn’t make you a murderous monster. Boruto, listen to me you did what you had to do.” He was sad for seeing how trauma can destabilize someone, especially someone as positive and vivid as Boruto was.

“I didn’t, Mitsuki … my duty was to assure the security of the delegates, and I failed … Shikadai, Shikamaru, Master Sasuke … all of them died because of me because I wasn’t able to fulfill my duty.” Boruto was telling.

“It was a treasonous ambush! Omoi and Kumogakure were considered good friends of Konoha, they surprised everyone, no one expected that. They did this coward move, poisoning and betraying because they knew that wouldn’t be possible to defeat all of you in a fair battle. That’s why they wanted the Hokage, they wanted to destroy Konoha’s most powerful forces.” Mitsuki raised his voice, trying to make his friend see what he wasn’t being able to.

“It doesn’t matter, Mitsuki! I failed and then killed everyone, even the innocent. My hands are stained red. How could I truly hope to don’t be what I became … a murderous monster … As the personification of failure and as the sole survivor of that day, do I … do I have the right to live for myself?” his sad and dark expression was becoming the new trait of his personality, and that was how he questioned his friend.

The logic of his argument was enough to make Mitsuki think, instead of answering right away something that could make him feel better.

“I … I remember Shikadai asking me to help … me being held by the enemies, until I heard him pledging for mercy and being slain like an animal by those cowards, right in front of my eyes. He died lingering fear, and I regret not being strong enough at the right time to save him. This will not lose hold on me. So, tell me, how can I silence his desperate pleas? How … how can I save him? His voice is what kept me alive, the voice that now plea justice, this is what keeps moving me forward.” Boruto gave another question to Mitsuki think about.

Mitsuki was sad because he finally understood but couldn’t find words to make his pain go away because he wasn’t the one who could forgive him. In fact, they were surprised by betrayal, but it is understandable of Boruto to feel like he should be prepared in any situation. He was blaming himself, not just for failing, but for surviving, and now seeks retribution.

Sarada held Boruto’s face with both of her hands and looked very deeply to his sorrow eye “Everyone died because of that hosted betrayal, there wasn’t much that could be done. I don’t blame you for surviving, and you shouldn’t blame yourself. I am glad that you’re alive.” She embraced him, hiding her face in his furry cape.

Suddenly Boruto’s expression softened, remembering the caring and positive man that he once was “Sarada, I’m so sorry … I’m glad to be with you. Now I remember …” he reciprocated the hub, embracing her tightly

“What? What came to your mind?” she was curious and bright to see him looking more alive.

He finally smiled, even which made Mitsuki widen his eyes “Beyond living for bringing them justice, long ago I decided to live for that promise to you, don’t I, my cuddlepeanut?” Boruto whispered in her ear, which made blood pump heavily inside her body and feel the well-known sensation of “butterflies” flying inside her stomach.

“Baka-Boruto! And you better keep it, my sunshine” he adverted and went for a kiss which was instantly reciprocated, and getting more intense at the moment that she nibbled his lower lip and pressed her tongue inside of his mouth, at the same moment, intensifying her grab and bringing him closer, which made them fall in the sofa with Boruto had landed above her and then, just then making them remember that Mitsuki was in the room.

“Don’t mind about me, I’m already used to watching you do this all the time.” He was smiling, but no one could tell if that was because of Boruto’s emotional restoration or because of the of them making out in front of him.

“Oh lord, I forgot that you were such a pervert, Mitsuki.” He gave Sarada one last kiss before helping her to get up and then started to laugh.

Sarada, on the other hand, placed her hand in his tight and whispered in his ear “We’ll continue this later.” Kissing his cheek.

“Sorry for that, Mitsuki, It’s just that Sarada and I still have so much to catch up, you know?” he was scratching the back of his head and smiling until his expression get serious once again and proceed “I just need to say one last thing for both of you … I’m sorry for everything and, I promise that I will never commit the same mistake again, never again I'll let my guard down nor my friends die. I rather give my life away than that”.

Mitsuki stood up, jumped the table and joined their sofa, which was in front of the window, sitting on the left side of Boruto “A promise, humph? Don’t worry about, me. Just do me the favor, both of you, of looking into the camera, the window view is amazing” Mitsuki used his abilities to stretch his arm and take a perfect photograph of them, in which even Boruto had a shy smile … making the reptilian man think how much time he would need to heal completely.

After a few hours, they heard a horn.

The zeppelin trip was over, and now was time to finally, begin the mission to bring justice for their friends and loved ones, preventing an official declaration of war from Hidden Leaf against Hidden Cloud.

It was night-time when they disembarked the airship.

#borusara #borusaraweek2020 #eyes #day3

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draco-jenkings · 4 years

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27/03

Happy birthday Boruto! ✨✨

This is a redraw of my old piece for his last bday ~

^^^

The old one

Hope I’ve improved lol

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draco-jenkings · 4 years

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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

Access to complete work: search for Draco_Jenkings on Wattpad and you’ll find my works (wattpad.com/myworks/217991661-chunin-approach).

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.

Did you like it? Make sure to read the complete story on Wattpad (Draco_Jenkings).

#inohima #borusara #kawasumi #boruto: naruto next generations #inojin yamanaka #himawari uzumaki #boruto uzumaki #sarada uchiha #kawaki #sumire kakkei #fanfiction #fluff #angst #action

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