The New Generation of Naruto: Boyfriend Scenarios

Hangout/Date

  Boruto Uzumaki
*Few Weeks after losing the bet~*
"Augh, hurry up-dattebayo!" Complained Boruto as he banged on your front door, his patience was getting so low that he felt like breaking down your door with a Rasengan. He had been waiting outside for what seemed to be hours for him (since he has always been pampered by everybody like a prince, little things are actually big things for him) and all that banging has been annoying the living out of you. 'BANGBANGBANGBANGBA-' Boruto's fist banged hard on the door, only to be interrupted by you slamming the door open, the door slamming his body into the wall, little birds flying around his blonde head as he winced in pain. "GEEZ, have some manners Boruto!" You scolded Boruto with a tiny blush on your cheeks, mentally laughing to yourself when Boruto fell on the ground with pain, rubbing his head in pain. Boruto jumped back on his feet, looking at his now dirty kimono that his mother gave him to wear for the occasion. "Great!" Boruto sarcastically exclaimed out loud while looking at his now soiled clothing, "HOW THE HELL am I supposed to go to the festival looking like this while you just STAND THERE LOOKING ALL-" Boruto began to complain before looking at you, his blue eyes widening at your beautiful form that was covered by a (f/c) Kimono, your hair pinned back into a bun with a fresh (f/f) in it which framed your beautiful face, God, you looked, "Beautiful..." Boruto whispered/finished, forgetting about his complaints from what had just happened. You crossed your arms, raising an eyebrow and smirking at Boruto's soft side, "Is there something wrong, Boruto-kun?" you asked him innocently, making Boruto shake his head and grimace. "Nothing-dattebayo!" He exclaimed out loud with a tsundere look on his face, grabbing your wrist and leading you to the festival. Once the two of you arrived at the festival, Boruto took the liberty of paying for anything that you wanted: Food, games, anything since his family had a lot of 'CHA-CHING!' Being the kind person you were, you dragged him all over town by the collar and had cleverly found out a way to make him pay for everything that you guys wanted. Well, that was until when you wanted to buy a mask, he nervously showed you the empty wallet before he was embarrassed in public by the man selling masks, the man making fun of Boruto's foolishness on spending too much money before an angry you, were then dragged by the now-broke-and-embarrassed Boruto home so that you wouldn't hurt the poor man that was already bruised on the head by your strong fists...

Shikadai Nara
*A month after getting grounded by your mom...again...~"
"Whatever you do, don't screw up the game for me..." Shikadai bluntly joked with you as he inserted the game disc in the game console, the tiny machine beeping for a few minutes before the screen was bursting with bright colors, battle themed music playing loudly as the "START" button was blinking for the two of you to begin playing the game. After selecting you and Shikadai selected your characters, you felt a wave of confidence rush in your blood. "LET'S DO THIS!" You exclaimed out loud, Shikadai wincing a little from your loudness as the game counted down. "3...2...1...FIGHT!" The game's referee exclaimed in the game, Shikadai's fingers beginning to calmly controlling his character to attack your character whereas to you attacking your controller's buttons wildly, trying to overcome Shikadai's clever moves as each round announced him as the winner in each round. Shikadai, a smirk growing on his face, tried not to laugh while watching your hilarious competitive "I'm-losing-dammit-!" face appeared before he would sadistically would launch his surprise attack on your defenseless character, mentally sighing to himself when you would rant on about how your controller was glitching when you were getting beaten by Shikadai...

Metal Lee
*Three days later~"
"Are you sure this is necessary for you to win, Metal Lee?" You unsurely asked your determined Mr. Brows-on-fleek, a gigantic smile spreading across his face as he punched the air wildly. Since you were accompany him to the annual Curry eat offs, he thought he needed somebody to cheer for him when he was competing. Since you were the only one with him, the first thing that came to his mind was none other than your worst nightmare: A cheerleader. "Seriously, I look ridiculous like this!" you loudly complained to Metal Lee, pulling down your tiny skirt that was kind-of showing off your perky butt and trying to hide your revealed stomach that was being shown to everybody. Metal Lee shook his head quickly, placing his hands gently on your shoulders, "Do not worry about what others think" Metal Lee assured you "instead, try to cheer for me please, ok? I need a pretty girl like you to cheer for me today...!" He quickly and softly pecked you on the forehead before running off to the table where the other competitors were preparing for the contest, leaving a madly blushing you behind before a loud horn signaled you that the competition was starting...

Inojin Yamanaka
*A couple of days later~*
'Stupid alarm didn't work and now I'm late for our date because I overslept that stupid nap I took!' You scolded yourself, not giving a damn about the people looking at your rushing self. Today was finally the day a cute boy had asked you out, and you were ruining your chances by oversleeping your nap and being late! You barely had time to fix yourself that your hair was sticking out all over the place like little spikes, heck, you were struggling to hop and run at the same time as you were putting on your flats on! You finally noticed a very handsome-looking Inojin all alone underneath a cherry blossom tree, looking around for you with a worried look on his face. "INO-*pant*-JIN!" You panted/shouted at Inojin, almost tripping on your own feet before Inojin caught you before your face could meet the hard ground. "Are you alright, (f/n)?" Inojin asked you worried, "is somebody after you or...?" You shook your head fast, whipping your hair back to get your messy hair out of your dirt-streaked face. "I'm good..." You whispered/panted, trying to wipe the dirt and leaves out of your body before Inojin's pale hand grabbed your wrist, Inojin starting to lead you back to his home. "I-Inojin! Why are we going back to your house?!" you asked him surprised, "Did you forget something or..." You paused when you saw when you saw the smile on Inojin's face, "Well.." Inojin began, "I can't have you go out looking like that, let's go get you cleaned up and fixed all beautiful again...!" You tried to protest to his offer, but, you closed your mouth immediately. After all, not many boys are willing to fix a girl pretty when they look like roadkill...

Mitsuki
*A few days later*
"Well..what does Mr. Mitsuki need me to do for him today?" you playfully asked Mitsuki as he reached into his bag to reach for his bag, mentally preparing yourself for what he had to challenge you with. Math? Easy! English? Double Easy! History? Triple easy! You are the smartest girl in your class, heck, you were one place away from stealing Sarada's 1st place in Intelligence. "Whatever it is Mitsuki, don't worry: I can handle it!" You boasted with confidence, "Give me all you got!" Mitsuki, after struggling with with picking up the book with his skinny arms, accidentally/loudly dropped the heavy book on the table in front of you. "Well..this, actually..!" Mitsuki laughs nervously, opening his heavy book that had tiny words with the words printed "Scientific research," revealing over 5,000 tiny words with crazy like equations such as "Solve the equation: C6H12O6 + 6O2" or "Write the Equation for the Fermi function." Why Science?! Anything but Science! You choked on your saliva, almost fainting at all of the 100 questions Mitsuki needed help on, and these problems were printed tiny, on ten tiny pages, with old notes written on the sides of the page! What kind of parent gives their child over 100 scientific problems to do on their own?! Especially on the weekend! You cleared your throat nervously, tiny beads of sweat running down the base of your neck as you looked over Mitsuki's thick textbook, trying not to look stupid, "Haha..well..." you nervously/confidently began, getting your calculator out and setting beside your paper and pencil, "This shouldn't seem that difficult, don't worry, we'll have this done in no time!" You exclaimed determined, a sweat drop rolling down Mitsuki's cheek as he sighed to himself while you began to help him on all of those hard scientific equations he was assigned..