Everything

The first sense to return was smell. The strong scent of antiseptic and bandages relentlessly assaulted Boruto's defenseless nose. He could tell he was laying on his back on a semi-soft surface and he felt awful. He was exhausted, his body felt heavy, his throat was dry and he was sore, so very sore. He could feel tight bandages wrapped around his chest as well as many other parts of his body. Crispy fabric was touching his skin and the air cooled his exposed skin. He could feel goosebumps form in a ripple, staring from his left leg moving up his body and to his arms as a chill set in.

As his senses more fully returned, he realized there was one part of his body that didn't feel cold. His right side was warm but felt oddly heavy. Something soft was brushing his cheek and chin and warm air was tickling his neck. His eyelids weighed a ton each but he was able to crack them open just a little. He was almost blinded by the harsh light reflected by violently white walls and sheets. He blinked uncomfortably as his eyes adjusted to the brutal change.

He saw just enough to confirm what he suspected; he was in a hospital room. Bright sunshine was streaming through a large open window to his right. As he grew accustomed to the light, he saw not everything was white. There was blue fabric on the right side of the bed and it belonged to whatever was weighing him down. He focused on the blue bundle and recognized it immediately as Mitsuki. He had crammed himself into the tiny hospital bed and was half on top of him as a result. One of his legs was draped over his, his arms were curled firmly around his middle and his head was resting under his chin using his chest and shoulder as a pillow. Boruto's right arm had been carefully moved so it lay on the bed but along Mitsuki's back. From the gentle rise and fall of his chest and the relaxed demeanor of his body, Boruto could tell he was fast asleep.

The scene was so heartbreaking and sweet, Boruto couldn't help but smile. Mitsuki must have refused to leave his side. He lifted his right arm (which also weighed a metric ton) and draped it over Mitsuki's shoulders. He looked down at his sleeping face and felt the love blossom again in his heart until it felt strained. Mitsuki's face was mostly relaxed in sleep but he could see there was still some tension around his eyes and at the corners of his mouth. He knew he had put Mitsuki through a lot and he must be upset with what he had done but he would never have done anything differently. He sighed to himself and settled back into the uncomfortable bed, holding Mitsuki close and allowing him to sleep.

He stared up at the dropped tile ceiling and listened to the gentle rhythm of sleep. For a bit, he tried to remember how he got here but his brain offered him nothing. It was as if one minute he was laying in Mitsuki's arms in the forest and the next, he was here. From the look of the sun outside, it had been at least a day. Lazily, he trailed his fingers back and forth across Mitsuki's shoulder and up and down the arm wrapped tightly, but not uncomfortably, around his body. The peace had almost lulled him back to sleep when he felt Mitsuki stir. His muscles stretched as much as they could without moving from Boruto's side then trembled as he yawned. Boruto caught glimpses of glittering gold as he blinked his beautiful eyes against the light.

"Good morning." Boruto teased with a smile.

"Boruto?!" Mitsuki's head snapped up so fast he was surprised his pale forehead didn't smash his nose in. His frantic gold eyes scanned Boruto's face, taking in his condition. He could see the cogs turning in Mitsuki's head as he processed the fact that his Sun was awake.

"It's okay, Mitsuki. I'm okay." Boruto assured him. His heart was breaking for Mitsuki. He could feel the pounding of the poor guy's heart in his own chest. Then Mitsuki released his death-grip on Boruto and instead seized his face with both hands and crashed their lips together. Boruto grunted in surprise but it was only for a second before he melted into into the kiss. He could get used to this, Boruto thought as he nibbled on Mitsuki's lip, asking for entrance. Whether intentional or not, Mitsuki gasped lightly and Boruto took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, caressing every part of Mitsuki's mouth that he could reach. Mitsuki hummed his appreciation as his body went boneless in Boruto's touch, submitting completely as he dug his fingers into his Sun's hair, tugging the strands lightly as he clung for support.

"Wow..." He breathed as they came up for air. That was amazing. He hadn't even realized he had been holding his breath. He needed to make sure he had plenty of excuses to kiss Mitsuki like that in the future. He looked at Mitsuki, who was still hanging onto his hair and leaning heavily on his chest for support. His pure white skin was tinged with a soft pink flush and he was lightly panting through kiss-swollen lips. He wasn't looking at Boruto but was staring down at nothing. He looked sad.

"What's wrong, Mitsuki?" Boruto asked. It was a moment before he responded.

"I... I thought I had really lost you. It was real. I couldn't handle it..." Mitsuki suddenly looked up again, staring at Boruto with wide and desperate eyes., "Please, Boruto! You can't ever do that again!" He said as he clung more tightly to Boruto, who gave him a sympathetic smile.

"I can't promise that, Mitsuki." He almost apologized but found that he couldn't. If he were put in that situation again, he would just make the same decision and he was not sorry that he would die for Mitsuki. "I couldn't let you get hurt. I love you too much." He pulled Mitsuki in again and placed a light kiss on his lips. Mitsuki didn't move. He just stared at Boruto in astonishment.

"But, Boruto, you are my everything. I couldn't live without you." He protested.

"Well then, I will just have to make sure I don't die." Boruto said with a cheeky grin. Mitsuki stared. Then he started to giggle. He brought a sleeve to his mouth to muffle the sounds but he only laughed harder until he collapsed onto Boruto, laughing long and loud. His mirth was infectious and soon Boruto was laughing right along with him.

"Sarada's right. You are an idiot." He wheezed when he had almost calmed down enough to talk again.

"Yes, I am an idiot." Boruto agreed as he wiped a tear from his eye, "But I'm your idiot."