Lovestruck || borusara

XVIII.

Dark eyes glanced at Boruto for the hundredth time. He was definitely asleep. The rise and fall of his chest with each steady breath indicated so, still, Sarada feared he was going to wake up and catch her sneaking out.

But she had to. She couldn't face him in the morning. Not with the jumbled mess of thoughts and feelings going on in her head.

Ever so slowly, Sarada peeled his hand from around her waist and gently rolled out of his bed. Her dress was a wrinkled mess and her panties were nowhere to be found, but she didn't really have the time to search, considering Boruto woke up rather early.

So she just slipped on her high-heeled shoes from the night before and tip-toed out the door.

*****

Monday was no better.

Distance from Boruto didn't seem to give her the clarity Sarada had hoped for. And all the more confusing was the fact that he didn't say anything about her little disappearing act.

Maybe he was relieved he didn't have to kick her out in the morning...

That thought made Sarada's face sour as she stepped out of the elevator onto the Athletics Illustrated floor. But that instinctive reaction, that disappointment in her belly was exactly the problem! She shouldn't even care that Boruto was going to kick her out of his bed like all his other conquests, because she didn't even want to be in his bed in the first place!

A tired sigh fell from her lips as Sarada plopped down in her desk chair knowing that wasn't completely true. She sifted through a few emails before she felt compelled to rest her head on her desk. The day had only begun and yet she was emotionally exhausted from the mental gymnastics she had been doing for the last 24 hours to make sense of incongruence between what she knew to be true and the way she felt when she was with Boruto.

Her heart was playing tricks on her, that was the only logical explanation.

A soft knock had Sarada lifting her head. Mitsuki stood at her door, two coffees in his hands. "Hey, good morning, I brought this for you."

A soft gasp escaped her lips. "Oh my god. You're an angel! A prince! No! A king! I swear, I'm in love with you!" she praised as she eagerly held out her hands.

Mitsuki smiled and handed Sarada her signature mocha latte. Her enjoyment was evident with the way she exhaled a satisfied sigh after the first sip. "ChoCho told me you might need it," he chuckled.

Sarada lifted her cup to drink again but paused as an intrigued smirk curved up the corner of her lips. "Wait... You talk to ChoCho?"

"Oh... uh, sometimes," Mitsuki shrugged but his usual smile seemed a little shy. She meant to pry more about this interesting development but her boss interrupted.

"Sarada?" Karin said as she stepped into her office, but then her eyes landed on Mitsuki. "Oh, sorry to interrupt."

"No, no you're fine, what's up?"

"Your new angle for the Bolt Uzumaki story, have you fleshed out the outline any more?"

Sarada's smile faltered. "Oh, I'm still working on it, but I'll have something to you in the next day or so."

"Sounds good," Karin nodded before dismissing herself.

Mitsuki's gaze followed their boss out of the room before returning to Sarada. "What's the new angle?"

"What did ChoCho tell you about what happened this weekend?" she countered.

His face scrunched in confusion, not seeing how the questions related. "She didn't really say much beyond you being upset and probably drinking too much..."