ᴏᴘᴘᴏꜱɪᴛᴇꜱ ᴀᴛᴛʀᴀᴄᴛ || ʙᴏʀᴜꜱᴀʀᴀ

chapter two

"nice room." sarada commented, as she plopped down on her mattress. boruto's room was too small for her bed, so her mother had ordered her a new one that fit his room, but it didn't arrive yet. 

"thanks." he replied, dryly. out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the dark haired uchiha go on instagram, scrolling through her feed. "hey, you have instagram?" boruto asked, laying on the foot of his bed, right above sarada. 

"hey, you're looking at my phone?"  sarada replied sarcastically. boruto chuckled, as sarada gave her phone to boruto, implying him to put his username in the search bar. 

"there ya go. don't forget to like all my posts!" boruto told her, returning her phone. he took out his own, following sarada back. silence fell between the duo, as they were both checking out the others profile. boruto noticed how she had exactly 509 followers, no posts, and no highlights. mysterious type, huh.. boruto made a mental note. 

"you're so social." sarada told him. they were both opposites, really. sarada wasn't a big fan of caring for followers, or posting things either. boruto, on the other hand had tons of followers, 6 posts, and a bunch of highlights. 

"you're such an introvert." boruto winked at her, as he noticed sarada looking through his highlights, then exiting out of instagram. he decided to look away, before she made a sarcastic remark about him looking at her phone. 

"unlike you, i have better things to do than post things about my very boring life." sarada replied. silence fell between the two again. 

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

the uzumakis and sarada were all eating out today at ichiraku ramen, as a celebratory meal, according to uzumaki naruto. as soon as those news were out, himawari uzumaki had stolen sarada, and for all boruto knew they were probably getting ready together. 

countless of times, himawari told boruto how she wished that he was a girl, or himawari telling his mother how she should get pregnant so himawari could have a little sister. now, sarada was like himawari's sister. suddenly, boruto pitied sarada.

"kids! 10 more minutes and we're going!" his mother said loudly, coming up the stairs. 

"OKAY!"  himawari shouted from her room. boruto decided to wear a regular white shirt, jeans, and a brown collared unbuttoned shirt as a jacket. he slid on his white socks, and then his nike blazers, that were very clean. boruto thought it was a miracle that his blazers were still clean after 3 months. boruto exited his room, walking to himawari's. 

"I'M COMING IN, IF YOU'RE NAKED PUT ON CLOTHES."  boruto said, using his left palm to cover his eyes. he then opened the door, and came in. he could feel himawari rolling her blue eyes as she went back to whatever she was doing. 

"you can open your eyes now, onii-chan."  himawari told him, annoyance in her voice. her brother was a little too much sometimes. she looked at sarada, trying to suppress a laugh. looking at sarada's outfit, himawari felt proud. she should've had a sister.. 

"i'm surprised you didn't attack sarada. i actually pitied her since she was in your care." boruto retorted, smirking at his little sister. himawari tried not to roll her eyes again, as sarada narrowed her dark eyes at him. boruto then sheepishly smiled, scared of the uchiha more than his sister. "just kidding. nice outfits! bye!"  boruto said running out of the room.

"i wasn't even in my outfit yet.." sarada mumbled under her breath.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------