Lovestruck || borusara

XV.

By the time Sarada had gathered herself and turned around, Tsubaki had taken a seat at their table beside Boruto. Her jaw clenched as she debated sitting at another table altogether to avoid the awkwardness. But she didn't want to surrender so easily, so Sarada marched back over and sat beside Minato like she couldn't care less that Tsubaki was there or already all over Boruto.

"Bolt!" Tsubaki sang as she scooted her chair extra close to his. "How did you do at the golf tournament? Ugh, I bet you did well, you're so good at everything!"

Sarada tried to focus on her food, but couldn't help but roll her eyes and the exaggerated flattery.

Boruto scratched the back of his head with a laugh, "I think I did alright, but I guess we'll see when the awards are announced."

Her hands slid over him softly as she shamelessly batted her eyelashes. "Maybe you could give me a private lesson sometime."

Sarada found herself growing more and more annoyed by the brunette's obvious and aggressive flirting. Not because she was jealous (that would be stupid). No, she was irritated because clearly, Tsubaki was a hypocrite. She told Sarada to stay away, not as a friendly warning like she tried to make it seem, but rather because she wanted him for herself.

And maybe worse was the way Boruto never said a word to deter her, he laughed and let her hang on him as if he just loved the attention.

The awards presentation was a little drawn out for Sarada's liking, but maybe it was because she was just in a bad mood. Boruto won third place, which Tsubaki clapped way too excitedly over. It was annoying, but at the very least Physicians Without Frontiers would be getting a nice donation from the host organization.

It wasn't long after the awards were presented that many of the attendees began to disperse for the evening. The sun was beginning to set and it had been a long day of golfing and small talk.

"Sorry to cut our evening short, but I have dinner plans with the Kazekage," Naruto told the group as he stood from the table.

"I actually think I'll head out too," Minato added. His hand landed on Sarada's shoulder as he offered her a warm smile. "Do you have everything you need for your article?"

"Oh yes! Thank you so much for answering my questions earlier!"

"It was no trouble at all," he assured her.

Minato and Naruto collected their belongings before the latter's blue eyes looked to Sarada. "I'll text him, but if you see Boruto can you let him know we left?"

"Of course," she replied with a nod.

As the men made their way out of the clubhouse, Sarada figured she would probably get going soon too. She could start working on a first draft for her article back in her room.

She wondered if she should look for Boruto to let him know she was leaving before heading back to the hotel, but as she scanned the room for him she wished she had just left instead.

Boruto had got up from their table to go to the bathroom some time ago, and Tsubaki left shortly after, clearly uninterested in anyone else seated there. He didn't immediately return, but she figured he got swept up in some conversation with another of the event's participants. When Sarada spotted him, he was standing off to the side, talking in hushed tones to a rather affectionate Tsubaki. Her hand glided up his arm with a flirtatious touch.

But then, as if feeling Sarada's dark gaze, Tsubaki glanced in her direction. It was only a brief moment of eye contact, but it seemed to signal to Tsubaki that she had her attention.

She wished she had walked away after that, but instead, she stood there dumbly, watching as Tsubaki grabbed Boruto by the collar and crashed her lips to his. As if on instinct, his hands found her hips.