Cold as Fire, Hot as Ice || borusara

Chapter 1

A/N: Hello friends! Thanks for your interest in this story!! I want to first preface this with that I know almost nothing about ice skating or hockey, so apologies in advance for any inaccuracies. Also, I portray Boruto as a huge flirt in this story, because I think it's funny lol. Anyway, I hope you like this story and I'd love to hear your thoughts in the comments!

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"You know what? I don't fucking need this!" he scoffed in Sarada's frowning face.

"Are you kidding me?! You're really going to throw a fit because you can't do the combo!?" She scowled and rolled her eyes.

"No one can do that combo, you psycho!"

She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him with dark eyes. "If you can't do this, then I don't think we should be partners anymore. Actually, I think you probably should just hang up your skates for good since you're such a spineless little bitch on top of being a shit skater," Sarada spat without remorse.

He muttered some choice words as he stomped away, leaving Sarada alone on the ice. The moment the door slammed behind him, she exhaled an angry sigh.

Sarada was beyond frustrated. That was the fourth partner she tried in the last two months. All of them sucked, and she was running out of time.

The first of the International Grand Prix qualifiers was in three months and she didn't have a partner, let alone a routine. She had a few songs in mind and a choreographer she knew could put together something spectacular on short notice, but none of that mattered if she didn't have someone to skate with.

She stepped off the ice, fuming as she pulled off her skates and packed her bag. Sarada could hardly believe the sheer incompetence of the boys competing in her age group.

She pulled out her phone, texting her mother that she would be home early due to a catastrophic practice and that she would definitely be needing dessert after dinner to mourn the loss of another stupid partner. Sakura replied right away with her usual reassurances and asked her to grab her father, who Sarada was surprised to learn was also at the ice complex.

Sarada found her father standing on the sidelines of the rink next door, his arms crossed over his chest, and his watchful gaze on a lone blonde boy, who was gliding through some kind of agility course. The boy skated forward and back, swerving around cones while maintaining control of a hockey puck before slapping it into the goal.

The blonde looked over to her father who shouted, "that was shit, do it again."

She could hear his annoyed groan from across the rink, but he didn't protest as he retrieved the puck from the goal and skated back over to the start of his course.

"Did you need something, Peanut?" Sasuke asked, and Sarada suddenly realized she had been staring.

"Oh uh, I was just heading home, and Mama asked me to grab you."

"Alright, we'll be done in a little bit. Can you wait?"

"Yeah of course." Sarada went back to watching the blonde boy zip through the obstacles. He was surprisingly graceful for a hockey player. "So who is he?"

Sasuke's eyes had been locked on his student since Sarada walked in, but this question had him glancing at her from the corner of his eye. "Boruto Uzumaki. He plays for the university."

"Hmm," Sarada nodded, intrigued.

"Why do you ask?"

"Just curious."

"I don't think you should date him."

"Whoa whoa, Papa!" Sarada waved her hands with an awkward laugh. "Nobody said anything like that. I just... that new partner I was trying out quit on me today."