Twisted

It's The Small Things

As Sarada listened to Boruto's long and lengthy explanation about why she was different than the others, she came to realize something else. Boruto used the word 'type,' but he really wanted to say that he'd just been going blindly about searching for something that everyone else told him he should want instead of understanding what he really wanted. And that, was apparently her.

It was a good thing she had the talent to summarize long books.

That was why, as he pulled her face to look at him, she obediently turned it. That was why her heart that previously rebelled against him quite literally skipped a beat when he said he hadn't done certain things with others that he did with her. And that was also why, rather than staring into his eyes, she closed them and leaned forward before he could react, stealing his lips in a similar way to when he'd stolen hers.

Except the kiss she gave him wasn't quite as long.

When she pulled away, she turned back to face the ocean, the corner of her mouth that he couldn't see pulling up into a smirk. She'd managed to fluster him for once.

If it wasn't her imagination, she saw his cheeks flush red.

"You promised me a pair of glasses, if I recall correctly?"

"I... I suppose I did."

Sarada was going to fold her arms over her chest, but with the type of sleeves she was wearing, she had a feeling it wouldn't go well. Instead, she offered him her hand. "Shall we get going?"

He shifted awkwardly, staring at the water. "You're going to have to give me a moment."

"...Why?"

"Haha, the sun on the water sure is pretty... Don't you think?"

Sarada looked out over the water. "I suppose, but why--"

He was on his feet, his hand suddenly tugging her away. "Glasses it is."

She followed after him, rather contented with herself regardless of him being confusing, and just came to accept that Boruto was rather confused in general.

They made their way through more people than Sarada thought lived on planet Earth, giving her a visual definition once again to the word, 'bustling.' Different scents wafted into her nose every few steps: fresh baked bread, grilled smoky meats of several different varieties, something sweet with a heavy hint of cinnamon, and the specific mixture of cumin, paprika, and oregano. She'd seen more types of shoes out of her prereferral vision than she knew existed. Boots made of leather, suede, wooden heels and velvet flats, all adorning the thousands of feet that passed her by.

A voice she'd only heard Boruto use once or twice suddenly bubbled up from next to her. "Ah! Cupcakes? For me? Thank you! Ya mind if I could have two? Hehe, tell your mother I'll make sure to pay her back later... And make sure you don't tell anyone else I'm here, kay?"

Little feet scuttled past, but before her curious glances could get her in trouble, Boruto was holding out a pink baked good in front of her.

"Ever had a cupcake before, gloomy?"

"I've made them a few times. In fact, the design I saw in the cookbook was a similar one to this... But what are these silver decorations? Are they edible?"

"Sprinkles," Boruto replied, his mouth already full. "They add texture. Pretty nice if you ask me. But yeah, you can eat them."

As she bit into her cupcake and continued forward, she realized. "Do all the kids in the kingdom adore you enough to give you free food?"

"It's not just the kids," said Boruto. "It's everyone. Don't tempt me into taking off my hood and proving it to you."

"I'd rather you not get taken away several hours earlier than planned, if I can help it."