BORUSARA - Oneshots xx

Boob Talk

Sarada looked all around her. In the training field, Wasabi, Namida, Sumire, Chocho and herself were all huddled in a circle. They were all talking about bra sizes, and which brand they liked the most. They talked about which one had more support, comfort, but oh gosh, it had to be cute, too. Who wants an ugly bra, right?

"You three are so lucky," Chocho whined. "You don't have to worry about boys crying about seeing your bra strap, or your bra coming out of your bag during missions."

"Really?" Namida asked, bewildered. "You three have been on the same team for more than five years. I thought they would be used to it by now?"

Chocho rolled her eyes. "It just doesn't work that way! I'm lucky I have Moegi-sensei or else I would go crazy." She then shifted her gaze over to Sarada. "I don't know how you do it, girl. You're the only flower among the thorns."

She mulled over this thought for a while. Although it was true that it was quite annoying sometimes being the only girl on the team, but everyone was mostly very respectful with her space and boundaries.

Konohamaru was always very careful not to touch her that may come out the wrong way, and even if he was a pervert, she could see that he tried to keep it at bay around her.

Mitsuki was the medic of the team, even if Sarada's cheeks always burned and she would be so embarrassed if partial nudity would be involved during her healing sessions, he never bat at eye, made a rude or uncomfortable comment. He was professional and very courteous at all times. She was also thankful he had learned to not share too much details with the rest of their team.

That just left Boruto... that shameless flirt. It wasn't often but he would never let an opportunity slip. He would flirt with her, say innuendoes and ask her out half-heartedly during inappropriate moments to lift the mood, but he was never really rude. In fact, he was always the first to offer a jacket if she needed to cover up, he would bring her her clothes after a bath, the pink in his ears were always visible, too. Not to mention, he would be the first to come to her defence if there was ever someone who would hit on her.

She blushed at the memory of him tossing her jacket over her when her shirt was ripped and slid off half way down, revealing her bindings.

"Ooh?" Chocho leaned in and grinned slyly. "I take that blush on your face means Boruto's swimming in your trail of thoughts."

"It-it isn't like that!" Sarada stuttered. "And my boobs aren't too big to begin with. I just use bindings. I don't use sports bras too often."

The four girls looked at each other, and Sumire asked. "Well, what is your bra size, Sarada-san?"

Sarada looked at her chest and frowned. She wouldn't say that they were non-existent, but they could be bigger. She then briefly looked at her friends and their boobs, her frown only deepened. Her hands came up to her chest and gave her boobs a light squeeze. "I don't know, I think I'm a 32A?"

"An A?" Wasabi questioned. "Come on, I bet you're bigger than that? There's no way you didn't grow a cup since our genin days."

Sarada was still holding on to her boobs and gave them a lift. "Well, they don't feel any heavier or bigger. I'm sorry they're not as big as yours!" She shrieked.

"Maybe your bindings are just on too tight?" Sumire piped.

"Hey, that's not good for your boobs!" Wasabi exclaimed and moved closer. "Loosen it a bit."

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"Where is she, Mitsuki?" Boruto asked, exasperated. They got an urgent mission, and they needed to find Sarada right away.

"The only place we haven't checked are the training fields."

"Oh right!" Boruto leapt up to the roof top and dashed over to their training fields.

Finally, he could feel a bit of her chakra signature. A grin spread on his face. It had been a while since they saw each other, and he was excited to see her again—even better, they would be going on a mission together. They had both been so busy, and training with other people. It was nice to have the team together again. With every step he took, he could feel her closer, and slowly, he picked up she was with other people as well. After a little more, he could hear voices.

Mitsuki matched his pace. "She's here, Boruto," he confirmed and sped ahead.

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Mitsuki broke out from the bush and spotted the red and white fan on her shirt. He smiled and waved at the other girls. "Sarada, there you are."

She turned around, and he instantly noticed that she was holding on to her breasts. His eyes widened and he blinked.

"There you are, Sarada!" Boruto burst into the scene and rushed up to her. "We got a mission, Konohamaru-niichan is waiting at the gate and—" he stopped mid sentence.

"Why are you holding your breasts, Sarada? Are you hurt?" Mitsuki took a step towards her, his medic instincts taking over.

"What breasts?" Boruto asked.

Sumire, Namida, and Wasabi's hair stood on edge. Chocho slapped her hand to her forehead. Mitsuki could feel all the collective pain and worry for Boruto.

He really was an idiot.

Sarada's gaze darkened and she cracked her knuckles. "What did you say, Boruto?"

His eyes widened and he let out a strangled scream. "I—I didn't mean it like that, ya know! Oh come on—shit!" He turned tail and ran, with Sarada right behind him, ready to pummel him into next week.

Mitsuki sweat dropped. Boruto really needed to learn how to handle Sarada better. But then again, it was more fun this way, and they still made a good couple.

He smiled to himself, waved at the girls to take his leave and ran off after his two teammates. He had to make sure Sarada didn't kill Boruto yet. They had a mission to do, after all.

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Disclaimer : Naruto and Boruto : Naruto Next Generations belong to Masashi Kishimoto, Ukyo Kodachi and Mikio Ikemoto.