Time-Twisted Melody (Boruto - Twinkling Watermelon AU)

Chapter 19

Third person POV

Boruto's life was a delicate balancing act. It was a strange yet endearing routine as Boruto guided his Dad through the complexities of his studies during his after-school sessions. At night, Boruto would help Naruto with the guitar. Naruto often struggled with the instrument, his fingers clumsy on the strings. But Boruto's patience never wavered. He would sit beside his Dad, his voice calm as he corrected Naruto's grip or demonstrated a tricky chord.

Meanwhile, every Wednesday after school, Boruto would go to the public library, where a different kind of tutoring awaited him. Sakura was his student. They would sit at a small table, surrounded by towering shelves of books. Boruto would help her with science subjects like Biology, Physics, and Chemistry, breaking down complex concepts into simpler terms. But their sessions often drifted away from the textbooks as their thoughts would wander to Sasuke.

They would brainstorm ways for Sakura to stand out, discussing everything from subtle gestures to more direct approaches. Boruto couldn't help but notice the irony—here he was, helping his Dad chase after a girl who was in turn chasing after another boy.

The weekends were a different story. On Saturdays, Boruto would find himself at Sasuke's apartment for a jamming session. The two would spend hours playing together. Sasuke rarely spoke, but when he did, his words were sharp and to the point. He often offers Boruto a new technique or a critique of his playing. Boruto cherished these moments, not just because he admired Sasuke's skill but because he felt a deep connection to him, one that went beyond music.

The days blurred into each other as Boruto navigated his unique routine. He was a teacher, a student, a mentor, and a friend—all roles that came with their own set of responsibilities. But through it all, Boruto found a sense of purpose, a quiet strength in helping those he cared about, even as he grappled with his own feelings and the weight of the past that hung over him like a shadow.

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Boruto POV

The room was filled with the lingering echoes of our last jam, the vibrations of the strings still humming in the air as I leaned back on the couch, trying to catch my breath. My fingers were sore, but there was a satisfying ache to it, the kind that comes after a job well done. I watched as Sasuke took a sip from his water bottle. His eyes were distant as if he were lost in thought, but there was something about his presence that always drew me in.

A random thought popped into my head, and before I could stop myself, I blurted out, "Hey, Sasuke, what's your type?"

"...!" Sasuke choked on his water, his calm demeanor suddenly shattered. He shot me a look, half surprised, half annoyed.

"What's gotten into you, Boruto?" he asked, his voice rough from coughing.

'Heh~ So he can get flustered.' I couldn't help but grin, shrugging my shoulders like it was the most natural question in the world.

"Come on, we're boys in our teens, right? Don't all guys talk about stuff like this, ya know?" I leaned forward, teasing him a little. "You were pretty popular in school, Sasuke. There's gotta be a girl or two that catches your eye, right?"

Sasuke didn't respond immediately. Instead, he narrowed his eyes at me, like he was trying to figure out what game I was playing. The way he looked at me, with that mix of suspicion and curiosity, made me wonder if I'd pushed too far.

But then again, I was genuinely curious. Sasuke was always so composed, so focused on everything but himself. It made me wonder how he even ends up with Sakura in the future.