A Not so Sickfic

Extra pt 3: Reaffirmation

Boruto's eyes snapped open with a start. In his dream, Sarada was lying in bed, a ruthless fever overtaking her body, and nothing he said got through to her. Eventually, he somehow switched places with her and became the one with the fever. She was yelling his name. Yelling... And then he woke up.

But reality was nothing like his dream.

Sarada was laying there, her hair splayed against the sheets, peacefully sleeping, her glasses nowhere to be seen. It wasn't until he moved that he realized her hand was just above his head, possibly in his hair. The thought made him blush.

The last thing he remembered before he fell asleep were two Saradas. He stole her glasses... And then? Fell asleep? Maybe.

He swallowed. After swallowing two or three times, the soreness vanished from his throat. His eyes found the empty canvas of tea. Wow. That stuff really works.

A sudden presence on the other side of the cracked door nearly scared the daylights out of him.

"Yo. Dinner is ready. They just called us... Seems like you're finally up."

"Oh..." Boruto looked from Kawaki to Sarada, pink dusting his cheeks. "How long have I been asleep for?"

"Long enough," said Kawaki with a sigh. "Your old man came home. Seems like she's welcome to stay for dinner as well," he said, eyeing the figure resting against his bed.

Boruto felt the instinctive urge to cover her with something. Like he wanted to hide her from Kawaki. And then he frowned. That was weird.

"We'll be down in a second." Saying that was also weird.

"Whatever," Kawaki mumbled, and walked away.

Boruto put his hand on Sarada's shoulder. "Hey..." He nudged her gently. "Wake up... Dinner's ready."

What the-- Why does it feel like we're suddenly living together?!

Sarada hummed and slowly opened her eyes, pulling her hand back.

Gosh dang it that's cute. Wha-- Brain! Stop!

She lifted her head, a piece of hair stuck to her cheek.

Boruto fought the urge to reach out and brush it back, only adding to the uncanny-ness of the whole situation. He stood to his feet and started towards the door. "Mom made dinner. You staying?"

"Mm?" She mumbled. "Okay."

When she stood up to follow him, Boruto paused. He clenched his fist. And then he reached out and gently took her wrist. "Com'ere."

"Wha?"

He fixed her hair, re-adjusting her bangs and tucking the strand that was stuck to her cheek behind her ear. "You need your glasses."

"Huh? Oh. Yeah."

He got them off of the nightstand and pushed them onto her face. After blinking a few times, it seemed like the realization of where she was and what he was doing suddenly hit, because her face slowly began taking on a red hue.

"B-Boruto?"

"Hm?" He turned around, determined not to create another awkward situation. Nevertheless, his heart was squeezing in his chest, and he was fairly certain he had somehow redirected the blush on his cheeks to his ears.

"I... Um... Do you..."

He glanced over his shoulder. "...What's wrong?" There was something clearly wrong. Something he didn't know about... Probably. She was a mess of blushing and stuttering, looking at him, then looking away.