Hidden in the heart | Borusara

Chapter 7 : A Moment of closeness

The next morning, Boruto overslept, completely unaware that he was already late for their mission. Sarada and Mitsuki, having waited for him outside his house, decided to check on him. Himawari, cheerful as ever, greeted them at the door and invited them inside. Mitsuki stayed behind, chatting with Himawari and Hinata in the living room, while Sarada, feeling a bit annoyed at Boruto’s tardiness, decided to go up to his room.

Reaching Boruto's door, Sarada knocked a few times but received no response. Her irritation grew as she realized he must still be getting ready. With a slight huff, she decided to take matters into her own hands and opened the door.

The room was empty, but before she could retreat, she heard the bathroom door creak open. Her eyes widened as Boruto stepped out, half-dressed, with only his pants on and his hair still wet from the shower. The sight of his toned physique caught her off guard—his body had become more defined from all the training, and she found herself staring, completely frozen
'He's hot' she thought

Boruto blinked in surprise when he saw Sarada in his room. “Sarada? What are you doing here?” he asked, clearly puzzled.

Sarada snapped out of her trance, realizing she had been staring at him. Her cheeks flushed a deep red as she quickly turned her head to the side, trying to hide her embarrassment. "I—uh, I was just—" she stammered, her mind racing. "I came to check on you because you’re late, that’s all!"

Boruto grinned, clearly amused by her flustered reaction. He casually grabbed his shirt and started putting it on. "You know," he teased, "it’s not polite to barge into a guy’s room without knocking properly. What if I’d been in the middle of changing?"

Sarada, still avoiding eye contact, shot back, "Well, maybe if you weren’t always late, I wouldn’t have to come up here in the first place!"

Boruto chuckled, pulling his shirt down and walking over to her. “Relax, Sarada. I’m almost ready. But next time, give a guy some warning, will ya?” He winked at her playfully, which only made Sarada’s face turn even redder.

As Boruto continued to tease Sarada, she noticed an album lying on his desk. Curious, she walked over and picked it up, flipping it open before Boruto could react. Inside were pictures of Boruto as a child—some with Naruto, Hinata, and Himawari, and others of him playing in the village or training as a young genin. Sarada’s eyes softened as she saw how adorable he looked in those early years.

Boruto’s playful expression quickly turned to one of alarm as he realized what she was looking at. "Hey, Sarada! That’s my old photo album!" he exclaimed, rushing towards her to snatch it away before she could see more.

Sarada was too quick, though, and she flipped through a few more pages, giggling at the sight of little Boruto grinning with missing teeth or pouting in a miniature version of his current outfit. "These are so cute! I never knew you were such an adorable kid," she teased, laughing softly.

Boruto’s face flushed slightly in embarrassment as he finally managed to grab the album from her hands. "No way! These are embarrassing," he protested, holding the album above his head, well out of Sarada’s reach.

But Sarada wasn’t giving up that easily. "Come on, Boruto! Let me see more!" she insisted, trying to jump and grab the album, but Boruto’s height advantage kept it just out of reach.

"Nope, not happening," Boruto said with a smirk, backing up to keep the album away from her. Sarada, determined and a bit competitive, continued to reach for it, but Boruto was quick on his feet, stepping backward as she pursued him.

In the midst of their playful struggle, Boruto didn’t notice how close he was to the edge of his bed. As he stepped back again, he lost his balance and fell onto the bed, landing flat on his back. Before he could react, Sarada, caught off guard by his sudden fall, toppled forward, landing right on top of him.

For a moment, everything seemed to stop. Sarada found herself lying against Boruto's chest, her hands braced on either side of his shoulders. Their faces were inches apart, so close that she could feel the warmth of his breath on her skin. Boruto’s heart raced as he looked up at Sarada, her eyes wide with surprise, yet there was something more in her gaze—something that made his own breath catch.

Sarada, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and something she couldn’t quite identify, quickly realized the position they were in. She tried to move, but for a brief second, she was frozen, acutely aware of how solid Boruto’s chest felt beneath her and the rapid beating of his heart.

Boruto, still slightly stunned, could hardly think straight. He noticed how Sarada’s hair fell softly around her face, framing her delicate features. The intensity in her dark eyes made his heart skip a beat, and for just a moment, he was completely lost in her presence.

Sarada was the first to break the silence, her voice a little shaky as she tried to regain her composure. "S-sorry, Boruto, I didn’t mean to..." she trailed off, her face flushing even more as she quickly attempted to push herself up.

Boruto, snapping out of his daze, let out a nervous chuckle. "N-no, it’s okay. It was my fault for stepping back like that," he said, trying to sound casual, though his voice was a bit uneven.

As Sarada pushed herself up, she felt a strange mix of emotions swirling inside her—something that felt like more than just embarrassment. Boruto, meanwhile, handed her the album, this time not teasing, but rather trying to distract from the awkwardness of the situation. "Here, you can look at it if you want... just don’t laugh too much, okay?"

Sarada, still a little flustered, accepted the album with a soft smile. "Thanks, Boruto," she said, her voice gentler now. She glanced down at the album, but her thoughts were elsewhere—still lingering on that fleeting moment when they were so close, and how it made her feel in a way she didn’t quite understand.

They both stood up, the atmosphere still charged with the awkwardness of what had just happened. As they left Boruto’s room to join the others, both of them couldn’t shake the memory of how it felt to be so close, even if just for a moment. And although neither of them fully realized it yet, something had shifted between them—a subtle change that would continue to grow, one small moment at a time.