In your arms || Borusara ||

CHAPTER-11

"Yaaahh!! I hope Sakura obasan made something delicious for dinner, I'm starving!"

Boruto exclaimed as he and Sarada walked beside each other, making their way home after a rigorous training session.

"She probably did, with all those tomatoes,"

Sarada replied, exhaling sharply. She couldn't help but roll her eyes at Boruto's enthusiasm for food, but secretly she was looking forward to her mother's cooking as well.

As they continued on their way, a young shinobi around their age approached them, his expression nervous but determined. Sarada noticed him out of the corner of her eye and slowed her pace, exchanging a puzzled glance with Boruto.

"Hey, Sarada... can I talk to you for a moment?" the young shinobi asked, his voice trembling slightly.

Sarada hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to make of the situation.

"Um... sure, what's up?" she replied, her curiosity piqued.

The shinobi glanced nervously at Boruto before turning back to Sarada.

"It's... it's something important. Something I've been wanting to tell you for a while now," he said, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

Sarada furrowed her brow, sensing the seriousness in his tone.

"Okay, go ahead," she said, giving him her full attention.

The young shinobi took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come. "I... I like you, Sarada. I've liked you for a long time now, and I just couldn't keep it to myself any longer," he confessed, his voice trembling with emotion.

Sarada's eyes widened in surprise, caught off guard by his sudden confession. She opened her mouth to respond, but before she could say anything, Boruto stepped forward, his expression darkening with jealousy.

"Hey, who do you think you are?" Boruto interjected, his tone sharp and possessive.

"She's not interested in you."

The young shinobi blinked in confusion, taken aback by Boruto's sudden hostility.

"W-what? Who are you?" he stammered, eyeing Boruto warily.

Boruto didn't back down, his gaze locked on the other shinobi.

"I'm her boyfriend," he declared, his voice leaving no room for argument.

Sarada felt a mix of emotions swirling inside her – surprise, confusion, and a strange sense of warmth at Boruto's possessive declaration. She placed a hand on his arm, trying to diffuse the tension.

"Boruto, it's okay. Let me handle this," she said, her voice calm but firm.

Boruto reluctantly stepped back, his gaze still fixed on the other shinobi.

"Fine," he muttered, crossing his arms over his chest in frustration.

Sarada turned her attention back to the young shinobi, offering him a reassuring smile.

"I appreciate your honesty, but... I'm sorry, I don't feel the same way," she said gently, hoping to let him down easy.

The young shinobi's face fell, disappointment evident in his eyes. "Oh... I see," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Sarada felt a pang of guilt at his reaction, wishing there was something more she could say to ease his pain. But before she could speak, Boruto spoke up, his tone softer this time.

"Hey, it's nothing personal. You seem like a good guy, but... Sarada's heart belongs to someone else," he said, casting a meaningful glance at Sarada.

The young shinobi's eyes widened in realization, and he glanced back and forth between Boruto and Sarada, a look of understanding dawning on his face.