Chapter 19: Lovers Suddenly?

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Inojin's POV

'Gay, gay, gay! Shikadai is gay! No one can change my mind.' I thought to myself. 'Wait how exactly is Shikadai gay?' I thought hard. 'Oh right, me.'

I stuck my tongue out and saw Sarada across the street.

'Sarada?' I thought.

I went to her and yelled at her. 

"Sarada wha--"

She put her finger toward her mouth and hushed.

"Be quiet!" She whispered harshly.

"Why what's wrong?" I whispered back to her.

"I spent this whole day following Mitsuki and Boruto," Sarada left me in shock, "so if you mess this up, I will spend my whole life trashing your life."

"Whatever you say.."

We spent a few minutes following both Mitsuki and Boruto.

"What makes you think Boruto and Mitsuki are together, anyway?" 

"I know everything," she said in an intimidating matter and lifted up her glasses.

"Okay, sure you do." I laughed out.

Sarada turned around away from me and gasped.

"They're gone, now because of you!"

'Like I care, but okay.' I thought.

Mitsuki's POV

Since there's no class today, so I'm hanging out with Boruto.

I bought a flower secretly from Inojins' mom's flower shop.

The sun was setting. It was a beautiful sight, really.

I was ready.

Boruto's POV

"Boruto, did you have fun?" Mitsuki asked making me blush.

"Sure did!" I happily answered. "It was very fun!" I smiled.

"Well ,then," Mitsuki grabbed my hand. "Boruto, will you.."

I was blushing hard.

Mitsuki handed me a yellow flower with a little bit of blue mixed in.

"Will you.. Be mine?" He smiled while holding my other hand with his.

"W-what!?" I yell out, "For real??!!"

"Yes."

I covered my face with both of my hands, blushing bright red.

"What's your answer?" Mitsuki smiled at me once again.

"I.." I removed both of my hands from my face. I smiled.

"Of course!! I would never turn you down~" 

I wrapped my arms around Mitsuki's neck and pressed my lips against his.

It didn't take awhile for Mitsuki.

THE END


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Thank you, hands.

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