Boruto Oneshots and Stories

Papa Naruto

The moon shone softly over the rooftops of Konoha, casting a silver light on the village's quiet streets. In a small house not far from the Hokage building, a special peace filled the air. The gentle rustling of the wind through the trees outside the windows and the soft snoring of the residents filled the silence. Yet, in one of the rooms, someone was still awake - Naruto Uzumaki.

He sat on the edge of the bed, careful not to wake Hinata, who was sleeping deeply and peacefully. The past few days had been exhausting for both of them, especially Hinata, who had been caring for their newborn son while still recovering from childbirth. Naruto had insisted that she rest, and now he held their son in his arms - Boruto, who was just a week old.

Naruto looked at the small boy in his arms, his gaze soft and full of love. Boruto was so tiny, much smaller than he had ever expected. His small hands, tiny fingers - it was almost incomprehensible to Naruto how something so small could mean so much. With every second he looked at him, his heart overflowed with affection.

Boruto was awake but calm.
His large blue eyes - so much like Naruto's own - sparkled in the gentle moonlight.
He blinked and looked up at his father as if he were truly seeing him for the first time. His tiny hands opened and closed slowly, as if reaching for something.

Naruto couldn't help but smile. It wasn't a smile out of courtesy nor one that reflected his usual exuberant energy. It was a gentle, honest smile, the kind that only a father could have as he held his son and felt the boundless love he had for him.

"Hey, Boruto," Naruto whispered softly, almost as if afraid to disturb the quiet. His voice was low and full of tenderness.
"It's so crazy to finally have you here, ya know?"

Boruto continued to stare at him with those big eyes as if absorbing every word. Naruto couldn't help but chuckle softly.
"I don't know if you understand me," he went on, "but I promise you that I'll always be there for you. No matter what happens."

Gently, he let one finger slide carefully into Boruto's tiny hand. Immediately, Boruto's fingers closed around Naruto's, firm yet delicate. Naruto felt his heart tighten in his chest. This little being, his son, was already holding him with a strength he hadn't expected. In that moment, nothing else in the world seemed to matter. There was only him and Boruto.

Naruto had overcome many challenges in his life and had gone through so much to become Hokage and protect the village.
But this feeling he was experiencing now - this unconditional love for his son - was something entirely new. It felt as though he was only now truly complete.

Boruto made a small, soft sound, almost like a sigh, and Naruto laughed again, a bit louder this time. "You're a little fighter, just like your dad, huh?"
He leaned forward slightly and placed a gentle kiss on Boruto's forehead, his breath no more than a whisper.

Boruto responded with a small, joyful noise that melted Naruto's heart. He knew Boruto was still too young to understand what was happening, but something about this moment felt like an invisible bond was being forged between them, a bond that would never break.

Naruto carefully sat down in the rocking chair beside the bed, gently rocking Boruto back and forth and feeling the little boy slowly grow calmer.
"You don't know it yet, Boruto," Naruto whispered softly, leaning his head back against the chair and gazing down at his son,
"but I'll do everything I can to make you happy. I'll protect you. You'll never be alone, I promise you that."

Boruto blinked a few times and then let out a small yawn, his tiny mouth opening and closing again. His fingers slowly loosened their grip on Naruto's hand, and the little boy snuggled closer into the warm blanket Naruto had wrapped around him.

Naruto couldn't stop looking at him. Every little detail fascinated him - the soft features of Boruto's face, the gentle rise and fall of his chest, the peaceful way he relaxed in his arms. "I'll be the best dad for you," Naruto promised quietly,
"no matter how hard it gets."

He thought of his own father, Minato, whom he had never really known, and how often he had wished his father had been there to guide him through the hard times. Naruto vowed in that moment that Boruto would never feel that emptiness, that he would always be there to guide, support, and love his son.

Boruto finally fell asleep, his small body completely relaxed in Naruto's arms. Naruto stayed there for a while, even as he felt his own eyes grow heavy. But he didn't want to let go of this moment. He wanted to hold onto it forever - this feeling of holding his son, feeling the love and trust that he placed in him.

As he finally took a deep breath and prepared to stand up, he noticed that Hinata had shifted slightly in bed. She was still asleep, but her face was relaxed, and a gentle smile lay on her lips. Naruto knew that, just like him, she had already been enchanted by Boruto.

Carefully, Naruto placed Boruto in his small crib beside the bed. He looked at him one more time, gently placing a hand on his tiny chest as if to make sure he was really there, that he truly existed. Boruto made a small, contented sound and curled up a bit, his tiny fingers clutching the blanket.

Naruto smiled.
"Sleep well, my little one," he whispered,
"Daddy is always close by."

He leaned back, gazed at Boruto for a moment longer, then finally lay down in bed next to Hinata, whose breathing was steady beside him. He felt complete, as if everything in his life had finally found its rightful place.

And as the moon slowly moved on and the night continued in Konoha, Naruto knew one thing with absolute certainty: this was just the beginning of a life filled with love, happiness, and adventure - for him, Hinata, and their little Boruto.