Lovestruck || borusara

XXVI.

It felt good to wake up in her own bed after a long weekend of traveling, but still, there was a melancholy that loomed over Sarada as she pulled herself out of the comfy sanctuary of her bed. With a yawn, she padded over to the bathroom to start getting ready for work, already deciding she would treat herself to a mocha latte on her way into the office that morning.

Her stellar (and painful) patience deserved a reward.

It was now a solid two days after Boruto's record-breaking race, and she still had yet to hear from him. Sarada couldn't help but wonder if he had found the time to read her article yet.

Then again, after that race he was swept up into a media storm and Sarada's cover story soon became one of many articles about him.

Most of the others focused on that specific race or the story of him dethroning his own grandfather for the record, so Sarada did take a tiny bit of pride in believing her article was a fresh take on his popularity. From the diehard track fans to the casual followers of the sport, it was easy for viewers to want to root for Boruto.

He was an annoyingly loveable guy.

She had personally fallen for his charms and now here she was, waiting to see if maybe he could feel the same way, even after the awful things she wrote about him. Sarada exhaled a sad sigh as she locked up her apartment before heading to the coffee shop then work.

The waiting was so hard, but she wanted to be patient. Wanted to give him the space to process the rollercoaster of emotions she put him through. She poured everything into that article just hoping it could make up for the betrayal he felt that night, but she kept questioning if it would be enough.

To distract her brain from cruel what-if scenarios, Sarada figured she'd throw herself back into her work. Her article recapping the Kumogakure Invitational was due to Suigetsu for edits and she figured she might as well email Tsunade Senju like Karin had suggested.

She sipped at her mocha latte as she stared at the blank email, trying to determine the best phrasing for her request. She was about 73% sure Tsunade would either have forgotten to read her article or wasn't impressed. Still, she managed to type out a cordial 'if you have time, I'd love to discuss my recent cover story with you.'

Sarada thought about including that they had met in the elevator in case she didn't remember her, but decided against it. The whooshing sound of a sent email brought both relief and anxiety. She put herself out there and now all she could do was wait.

God, she hated waiting.

But what else was there to do?

To keep herself busy as to not dwell on the two people she was waiting on to not crush her heart into little pieces, Sarada reorganized her folders, reviewed her calendar, and cleaned out her email. She glanced down at her phone and opened her choice social media app, thinking she'd scroll through for a little bit, but then her laptop chimed with a new message.

Sarada inhaled a sharp breath at the email that appeared at the top of her inbox. Tsunade had replied even sooner than she allowed herself hope. Dark eyes widened in even greater surprise at the content of said email. "Are you free this afternoon?"

She nearly jumped out of her seat. Holy shit! Meeting with Tsunade this afternoon?! Suddenly she was feeling flustered as she shuffled through the papers on her desk trying to locate her notebook. She should plan out what she wanted to say and any questions she wanted to ask!

Wait! She needed to reply to the email!

Sarada sat back down, forcing her shaky hands to type out a reply. Her heart was fluttering with anxious excitement. She had a meeting with one of her literal role models to discuss her writing! If Tsunade liked her article that could mean that she actually had a shot at transferring to The Konoha Times!