They were going to be the death of her. She just knew it. They were so cute together, it was disgusting and the only ones who didn't know were them. The looks, the blushes, the stares, the secret touches, the tension and unspoken words... it all made her want to puke. Why neither of them just confessed the obvious was beyond her. Maybe they enjoyed this elaborate waltz they were preforming in front of god and everyone.
Mitsuki never tried to hide how he felt. His feelings for Boruto were as obvious as the sun he proclaimed him to be. Mitsuki only really stopped short of actually kissing Boruto and there were times when even that seemed to be a possibility. Sarada figured he should just go ahead and do it. The blonde was so dense, he might even find a way to consider that nothing more than a friendly platonic gesture. He was so oblivious to Mitsuki's advances it made her fear for his well-being.
The really disgusting part was just how obvious it was that Boruto loved Mitsuki back, no matter how hard he tried to hide it. Seriously, the only person he was fooling was himself. It was practically a miracle that someone could pine so hard and still miss all the signs. It was frustrating and irritating on the best of days but it made her genuinely angry the day Mitsuki confided in her and confessed miserably his belief that his Sun didn't love him back.
Her frustration wasn't just from watching one of her best friends break down in front of her. When Mitsuki wasn't around, Boruto was crying to her about his love for Mitsuki while simultaneously swearing her to silence. This "middle-man" bullshit was exhausting and neither of them were actually asking her to be in the middle.
"Will you just tell him already!" She cried for what felt like the thousandth time from her place on the floor. Her childhood best friend and brother-from-another-mother had invited her over to watch the newest Kagemasa movie and it had quickly dissolved, once again, into him lamenting his love life (or lack thereof) to her over a shared tub of Ben&Jerry's.
"I can't!" Boruto wailed, also for the thousandth time, "What if he rejects me and things get weird? Then I would have ruined what we already have and I'd lose him forever." He whined as he scooped out another spoonful of cookie dough. "I mean, Mitsuki is a weird guy. What if I'm just misreading everything and he is actually just being super friendly?" Sarada wanted to scream. They'd had this exact same conversation at least weekly since they had returned from the Land of Earth.
It was the exact same song and dance every time. The only real difference was this time, while Boruto whined about unrequited love, the heartbreaking image of Mitsuki confessing his fears that he would never be loved by his Sun, haunted Sarada's mind. Honestly, the two of them were hopeless. They were perfect for and deserved each other.
"Boruto, how many times are we going to go through this?" Sarada asked as she stole back the tub of ice cream, "Every time we get together, all you do is cry about Mitsuki..."
"I do not!" Boruto interjected but Sarada pressed on undeterred.
"...It's obvious how he feels about you. Why don't you stop torturing yourself, him and me and just tell him how you feel."
"I already told you I can't." Boruto pouted. The urge to scream was getting stronger but she pacified it with a sigh for now. She had barley scooped half a bite of cookie dough when Boruto groaned and snatched the tub back. The hero was sharing a moment with the run-of-the-mill love interest on the screen. "Must be nice." Boruto said loudly at the TV before he proceeded to stuff his face.
"Quit hogging it all!" Sarada chided as she pulled back the tub. Boruto collapsed sideways and stretched out on the couch, following the ice cream's progress without letting go. They watched the movie for a full ten minutes in silence. Sarada didn't care much for movies like this. The plots were predictable and the romances always had a "canned" feeling to them. She tolerated them because Boruto liked them and he always insisted on watching them on their movie nights; because he was forever eight years old.
