Invisible

"Ahh..."

Sarada sunk into the bath, the heat seeping into her shoulders. She tilted her head back against the rim of the tub, pink water enveloping her aching bones.

"Just what I needed after another day of dealing with that idiot..."

It wasn't a day at the academy without Boruto getting himself in trouble. Today, he decided to put a cockroach in Shino sensei's coffee. Rather than being disgusted, Shino lectured him on the matter of drowning an innocent bug.

And of course, the only reason he figured out who it was in the first place was because Boruto gave himself away.

"Only Boruto would shout, 'that's your reaction?' in front of the entire class like an idiot." A bemused smile crossed her lips.

Running one hand up her bare arm, she narrowed her eyes. If it wasn't her imagination... It almost seemed a little... Transparent.

Probably just her blurry vision.

Her skin was feeling softer anyways. She'd have to thank Cho-Cho for the clear skin serum later. It seemed like it was some sort of limited edition product that was only on sale for a day. A pricy gift in return for Sarada buying Cho-Cho's pricy lunch.

20 minutes later and she was drying herself off, foggy mirrors reflecting a blurry image of her dark brown towel.

She flipped a timer for her tooth brushing, rinsed with mouthwash for exactly 30 seconds, put on her neatly folded night-ware and climbed into her pre-made bed. Everything was perfect.

That is, until the next morning when she woke up.

"HUHHHHHH???!!!!!"

Sarada stared in the mirror in disbelief. All that was reflected was her tube top and compression shorts. No matter how many times she waved her hands in front of her face, they didn't appear.

She stalked back into the bathroom and fished the product out of the trash bin. On the back in fine print read her worst nightmare. "Invented by Dr. Katasuke."

Her eye twitched. Cho-Cho didn't usually put gifts into her locker. She should have known. "Boruto!!"

Footsteps shook the house as she stalked back into her room and threw on her usual outfit. But she couldn't deny that moving clothes would terrify the public, and potentially warrant the attention of the Seventh.

She tried using henge no jutsu, but even in a transformed state, her skin couldn't be seen. Even her clones weren't visible.

Taking one last look in the mirror, Sarada's transparent cheeks flushed. It couldn't be helped. She'd either have to skip school... Or sneak in clothes-less. And Sarada wasn't about to let her perfect attendance record be ruined by one of Boruto's pranks.

There was no time limit written on the bottle, but if worst came to worst, she could easily switch into the spare set of clothes she kept at school for emergencies. Emergencies like getting covered in dirt or mud during training. Not turning invisible.

Nevertheless, Sarada made herself and her mother breakfast, left a note on the table, and took a very hesitant step out the door. The sun felt rather warm on her bare skin, but that only inclined her to check it 50 times more than before.

Usually, she didn't ride on top of the thunder train. But all of her fussing and hesitancy was about to make her late. And there was no way she was going to occupy a seat or a standing position only for someone to bump into her.

She leapt up with ease, the cold metal stinging her feet. Ah, she thought as the train chugged forward. The wind is freezing...

Making her way towards a standing metal piece, she leaned against it and shivered. Just bare with it until you get to school...