Borusara highschool❤️💛closet 🍋❤️

since when ❤️ only one

Btw guys this one contains lemon so ... it's your choice xd

The more he looked at those cards, the less he knew what to do with so many.  He drew in a breath, filled his lungs, and released it in a rush.  He scratched his chin unable to find a clear answer.  He cursed to himself and frowned at him.  He was angry.  All he thought about since that closet day was Sarada, her kiss, and her stupid confession.  He fluttered his eyes and flung himself up onto his comfortable bed.  He looked at the ceiling as if it was telling him what to do.  He let out another sigh again, what would he do?  He wondered over and over.  The knocking on the door caught his attention, he granted permission and someone came out of the door, it was her little sister:

-Brother, Sarada sent me messages asking for you ...- he clicked his tongue and brought both arms to his head, he was  angry.  Now he was the angry one.

-Don't answer her , we had a little discussion- he closed his eyes annoyed.

"Brother," she called curious.

-What? 

-What are those letters?  I didn't know you had so many admirers -she gave a slight mocking laugh- .  -They are not admirers, they are all letters from spoiled and boring girls.

Himawari smirked and leaned over to gossip.  She looked one by one, blinked in disbelief, she was right.  They were all school girls, spoiled, hypocritical and silly.  Some she knew, because they were from her class and the Gardening club.  They all followed her sometimes because she was always with him or sometimes they asked about him, now she felt guilty and she smiled shyly at him:

"Did you at least got one card from Sarada? she asked almost sarcastically.  Boruto blushed and leaned over the bed immediately .

-Himawari!  –He shouted at her, embarrassed.  You know that we are noth....

-"You're a liar,she said, If you like her why don't you confess?  If you do that your admires and spoiled fan girls will go away don't you think?

His sister had told him a great truth.  Everything would be solved if he formalized a relationship with Sarada.  That way, more girls crazed by him and fewer silly and uncreative letters would stop appearing.  "I like you since we met on that side ...".  "You are the sweetest and kindest boy in school ...".  Nonsense, he thought irritably.  He preferred the more complicated and less easy women.  Not shy, spoiled, boring girls.  He wanted someone who would make him scream with her anger when he failed to captivate her, he saw her angry and he caught her, but only by following her opposite.  He wanted a girl who knew how to take care of herself and did not need a boy to show that she is capable for everyone.  He even wanted a tough, proud and cold girl.  That way it would be difficult for him to conquer her and he would have to take the trouble to decipher her all the damn time.  He loved that. Sarada fit that beautiful stereotype.  And he adored her for it, because behind all her clothes, she was sweet and shy, alone with him.  She even alternated her personality. He loved it.  She drove him crazy.

The week passed quietly, at least for Sarada, because for Boruto it had been all an unnecessary drama.  He had made up his mind to reject all the love letters he received and it was upsetting to have to listen to every one of his admirers crying through the corners of the school calling him insensitive.  By the time he arrived on Friday they had all been rejected and the boy was emotionally exhausted.  How was it possible that there were so many interested and the only one who really wanted him to love him, he did not even dare to confess his feelings for the second time?  He let out a resigned sigh.  He gathered his things and was about to leave, but Sarada came between him and the door.  He'd been avoiding her for four days now, and she wouldn't let him do it a fifth time. her high chin and her night-dark eyes, captivated him.  He wanted to kiss her, he didn't, she was his  "childhood friend"plus she was angry and if he do she will immediately hit him .  He raised an eyebrow: