𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙐𝙕𝙐𝙈𝘼𝙆𝙄 𝙁𝘼𝙈𝙄𝙇𝙔

Part 63

They talked for a while, with Boruto and Inojin continuing to exchange a few lighthearted jabs, all while Sarada sat propped up against her pillows, sipping her tea and occasionally rolling her eyes at their antics. But despite the nagging and scolding, she was grateful for their concern—it was the only thing keeping her from pushing herself too hard.

Eventually, Inojin stood up, stretching his arms as he prepared to head home. "I’ll go home now," he said, his tone more serious as he adjusted the strap of his bag over his shoulder. "There's still a lot of work I need to finish."

Hima looked up at him with a small smile. "I'll walk you out," she said, getting up from her seat.

Inojin nodded, his gaze shifting back to Sarada as he walked toward the door. Before he left, he ruffled her hair, a playful smile crossing his face. "Take care of yourself, and no getting out of bed," he instructed, his voice teasing but still full of concern.

Sarada groaned, a small pout forming on her lips as she swatted at his hand. "I’ll, I’m not a kid," she grumbled, annoyed at the way he messed up her hair, but a small smile tugged at the corners of her mouth despite herself.

Inojin chuckled softly, clearly not phased by her protest. "You still act like one though," he teased. Then he turned his attention to Boruto, who had been watching the exchange with amusement. "And you," Inojin added, giving Boruto a pointed look. "Keep an eye on her."

Boruto snapped to attention, straightening up and giving Inojin a playful salute. "Yes, sir!" he said dramatically, clearly enjoying the moment.

Inojin rolled his eyes at his over-the-top response before turning back to Sarada, his expression softening slightly. "And you," he said firmly, "listen to Boruto."

Sarada couldn't help but sigh as she sank further into the pillows, muttering under her breath, "I'm not a child…" But her words lacked the usual bite they would have had, and she knew that deep down, they were just looking out for her.

With one final glance at the two of them, Inojin nodded, gave a brief wave, and then headed out, Hima following behind him, chatting softly to him as they left the room.

As soon as they were gone, the atmosphere in the room softened, leaving just Boruto and Sarada alone together once more. Boruto gave her a grin and sat back down on the bed beside her, gently brushing her hair out of her face. "Well, looks like you’re stuck with me now," he teased, leaning back and getting comfortable.

Sarada raised an eyebrow, fighting the smile that was threatening to appear. "Lucky me," she muttered dryly, even though she felt a flutter in her chest.

She knew she was surrounded by people who loved her—people who wouldn’t let her forget to take care of herself, no matter how stubborn she was. And for all of their scolding, she wouldn’t have it any other way.