𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙐𝙕𝙐𝙈𝘼𝙆𝙄 𝙁𝘼𝙈𝙄𝙇𝙔

Part 62

Boruto chuckled, looking at Inojin with a teasing grin. "You're crazy in love," he said, nudging him playfully.

Inojin shot him a glare. "What did you say?!" he snapped, his voice a little harsher than usual, but the faint blush creeping on his cheeks betrayed his embarrassment.

Boruto, quickly shut his mouth. "🤐" He gave a half-hearted apologetic shrug, not daring to say anything else.

Inojin sighed, clearly exhausted by the whole situation. He pulled a chair next to the bed, sitting down beside Sarada. Hima, too, sat next to him, her eyes darting between her boyfriend and her sister-in-law.

Inojin glanced at Sarada’s pale face and immediately reached out, gently placing his hand on her forehead. His gaze softened as he felt the heat radiating from her skin. “It’s still really high…” he murmured, his tone much softer than before, a mix of concern and frustration. He sighed, leaning back in the chair slightly. “You should really learn how to take care of yourself.”

Boruto, though worried, couldn’t help but agree with Inojin. “Inojin’s right, Sara. You should take it easy.”

And just like that, the scolding began again, both Inojin and Boruto talking in unison as they lectured Sarada. The tone was gentler now, but still insistent.

Sarada groaned dramatically, sinking deeper into the pillows as she closed her eyes. "For this day I became Hokage... just to get scolded by everyone..." she muttered to herself, her words barely audible, as if the weight of the situation had truly dawned on her.

Hima couldn't help but chuckle at Sarada’s dramatic response. It was so like her to feel the weight of the world on her shoulders, even in moments like this.

Hima sighed playfully, giving Inojin and Boruto a pointed look. "Now, stop it already, you both. Sarada-nee is already sick, and you guys will just make it worse with all this lecturing."

She handed out the tea to everyone, her expression softening as she glanced at her sister-in-law. "Here, drink some tea. It'll help."

Sarada took the cup with a small smile, grateful for the warmth and care, though she was still quite a bit irritated at the constant nagging. But deep down, she knew it was all coming from a place of love and concern, and that helped her relax just a little.

As everyone settled in, the room felt a little more peaceful, despite the lingering tension and scolding. It was clear Sarada had a long way to go before fully recovering, but with all these people around her, she couldn’t help but feel supported, even if they did drive her crazy sometimes.