Lovestruck || borusara

VI.

Sarada followed Boruto into his apartment with curiosity swirling in her dark eyes. The entryway led right to the spacious living room which featured a massive flat screen tv mounted above a fireplace. Large windows consumed most of the far wall and boasted gorgeous city views.

As Sarada absorbed her surroundings, Boruto walked into the living room and grabbed a remote off the coffee table. With a click of a few buttons the fireplace turned on and some soft, smooth jazzy music began to play from the speakers.

"What do you think you're doing?" Sarada asked as she eyed him suspiciously.

Boruto shot her an innocent smile as he ventured over into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of red wine. "What do you mean? This is what I do when I get home from training."

"Oh really?" she frowned, watching as he pulled two crystal wine glasses from the cabinet. "On a normal day, you get home from training and just decide to set the mood?"

He uncorked the wine and began filling each glass, but it seemed he was struggling to resist the teasing smile that tugged at his lips. "Mood? I'm confused, what kind of mood does all this put you in, Sarada?"

She sauntered over to the kitchen and sat on a barstool up to his white marble island. Boruto pushed a glass of wine in her direction as she fished her notebook from her bag and opened to a blank page. She refused to let him distract her from the real reason she was there.

"So do you work with a nutritionist? Or is your diet something you put together yourself?"

"You're always talking about work, don't you want to relax a little after a long day?" Boruto hummed as he sipped at his wine.

"The only reason I talk to you is because of work, so no, I do not want to relax, I want you to describe to me what's in your refrigerator," Sarada replied, meeting his amused blue gaze.

"Fine, fine," he sighed before walking over to his stainless steel fridge, wine in hand. While his back was turned, she snuck a sip of her own drink, sighing quietly at the deliciously rich taste.

"I can't say there's anything particularly interesting in here," Boruto drawled before naming all the healthy foods he had stocked in his fridge from lean meats to leafy green veggies. He pulled a few items out and set them on the counter before moving over to open a cabinet. Dark eyes widened at the shelves full of protein powders and bars, pre-workout drinks to give him energy, and others to boost muscle recovery.

"I know it's a lot," Boruto laughed, answering her unasked question. "But I had a friend tell me that if I talk about something I like on social media enough, their PR people will send me stuff, and so I had to test it out."

Sarada scribbled that down, realizing she might want to look into Boruto's social media to see what he posts about.

"Beyond food, what other questions do you have for me?" he asked, standing at the stove. He began opening ingredients and mixing them in a large pan.

"Hmm, well what drives you to work so hard?" she asked, wondering if diving deeper into his motivations could prove interesting.

"Because I want to win," Boruto answered simply. "I want to be the greatest."

"Greater than the Yellow Flash?"

Blue eyes peeked over his shoulder. "To be the greatest, by definition I would have to be greater than my grandfather. So, yes."

"And then what?" she questioned with a raised brow. "What happens if and when you do surpass him?"

"Who knows?" he shrugged and continued stirring the pan. "There's a lot of different things I might pursue but right now, I'm just focused on my next race."