#borusaraffweek

“You’re cute when you’re jealous.”

Only You - BoruSara 

Hello everyone! This is my submission for Borusara Fanfiction week - day 1. I was supposed to post this one shot last night but due to some mishaps from Tumblr, I wasn't able to. Mind you, this is larger than anything I've written for Borusara, yet excluding my multichapter fics . Actually, you'll find a lot of mistakes here as well, because it was written hastily and no beta-read.

Rated T

Warning - Heavy angst

Summary - "I love you." And he gave a smile so wide that his eyes closed, "--and them too."

BoruSara Fanfiction Week

Hello everyone! I would like to invite you to the first ever BoruSara Fanfiction Week organised by @borusarafics for this lovely pair of Boruto Uzumaki and Sarada Uchiha.

The week will begin from :

21 August to 27 August

Two types of submissions will be allowed:

1. Fanfiction

Everyday will have two prompts. You're allowed to choose any one you like.

Important Note:

Every writer participating, should at least submit two stories.

It doesn't matter if it's a drabble or a piece of more thank 10k words. You need to submit two stories at the least.

The prompts are below.

2. Fanart

Yes, it is a fanfiction week but you're allowed to submit fanarts!

Although the catch is -

The fanart to be submitted has to be related or based on to any Fanfiction. It can be related to your own Fanfiction or somebody else's.

But please provide a link of the fanfiction you've made your art based on. Make sure you give proper credits to the writer.

Rules

Now let's come to the rules we need to follow:

No character bashing. Your submissions will be rejected.

No ship bashing. Any content containing bashing in regards to any pairing will not be accepted.

NSFW content is accepted. But please place it under the cut.

No stealing or plagiarism.

If you're inspired by someone's work then please do not forget to give them credits.

Tag your works as 'borusaraffweek' and 'bsffweek'.

I will also be tracking down 'borusarafics' tag.

Please don't forget to mention the day and the prompt. Just put #bsffweekday1 and #word prompt or #dialogue prompt.

Please try to keep the above tags in the first five visible ones.

Another point to be added is that if possible than do place a '@borusarafics' tag on your post because sometimes the posts never appear on hashtags.

If your posts are not reblogged here in 24 hours than please send me an ask or provide a link in the submission box. You can even PM me.

Every day is valid for an AU or NSFW content. But, you must tag them as such.

Prompts

Now let's come to the prompts that you're allowed to choose.

Make note that there are two prompts - one is a word and other is a dialogue! You're allowed to choose any one! But using both of them would be great too!

Day 1- 21 aug

Word Prompt: Eyes

Dialogue Prompt: "I still hold you close to my heart."

Day 2 - 22 aug

Word Prompt: Coffee

Dialogue Prompt: “Actually, you are speaking to the manager.”

Day 3 - 23 aug

Word Prompt: Wind

Dialogue Prompt: “Are you just going to keep walking by my house or are you going to come in?”

Day 4 - 24 aug

Word Prompt: Disobedience

Dialogue Prompt: "I haven't seen you for so long that I feel like we are strangers now."

Day 5 - 25 aug

Word Prompt: Formula

Dialogue Prompt: “What makes you think it was an accident?”

Day 6 - 26 aug

Word Prompt: Snow

Dialogue Prompt: “Why would you say that! I tried so hard to make you happy and now you’re- your hands are distracting me.”

Day 7 - 27 aug

Word Prompt: Number

Dialogue Prompt: “Why are you helping me?”

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So please reblog this post and signal boost to let more and more people know about this week!

Everyone is heartily welcomed to participate in this event both as a Writer and Reader. And please try to leave a comment or two to encourage the artists!

I'll eagerly await for your submissions!

And if you have any queries regarding it then do not hesitate to drop it in my ask-box!

Sarada comes to this observation eventually: the Seventh may be summer, but Boruto Uzumaki is winter.

This is a submit to BoruSara Fanfiction Week for Day 4's prompt : disobedience.

Disclaimer : I don't own Naruto or Boruto or anything related to it.

Rating : K+/G

Indian mythology AU

Destiny has a strange habit of disobeying your wishes.

If Sarada could have torn her hair off - or better, thrown the wedding garland on his face rather than around his neck - she would have. At least it would wipe off the smug smirk on his face.

She could have avoided this situation entirely. Really. But no, she had to tempt fate.

She should have really listened to her naga grandparents when they told her to do tapasya to their lord - Lord Vishnu - to whom her ancestor Adishesha - the kings of the nagas - is one of his two vahanas. But she had to remember the entire Skanda episode and the fiasco with his two wives (and the latter's reincarnations) and deny their suggestion. Her uncle Itachi pointed out that she can devote the tapasya to Lord Shiva. The man was easier to please and more lackadaisical with his boons. Then she pointed out why and how Draupadi landed up in a polyandrous marriage which in turn led to the war at Kurukshetra.

Yeah.

Once tapasya was out of the way, how would King Fugaku - the current ruler of Nagaloka - marry off his immensely precious and beloved only grandchild? How would he find a man of merit, virtue and valour? His Sarada had demanded that the final choice of her husband should remain with her. It wasn't an extravagant demand. His granddaughter was highly educated in philosophy and scriptures, trained in warfare, delightful to sight and priceless to behold. Surely there must be someone out there, one who can be at her side unconditionally.

The only solution landed up being, with Sarada's approval, a swayamavara. Dozens of invitations to eligible bachelors were sent out. Princes, kings, warriors, sages and scholars of each and every realm and race were invited.

“Why did grandfather have to invite him?” Sarada muttered sullenly.

“Well, he is the prince of the garudas. It would have looked incredibly rude if your grandfather didn't.” Chocho answered back, her voluptuous figure, so typical of a yakshi, moved gracefully through the heap of fabric and ornaments which were to be a part of Sarada's bridal trousseau.

Sarada closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose, willing herself to forget the man in question. She and Boruto grew up together since infancy. Their fathers were the ones who managed to bury the long standing rivalry between their races - the nagas and the garudas. Their mothers, his an apsara and hers a human who was a rishika, were also close. Somewhere, when and how she didn't remember, she and him became fierce rivals.

She rarely wanted to acknowledge back in their gurukula days under Guru Shino that she was mesmerised by his brilliantly blue eyes, found his golden plumage in his bird form and hair in his human form beautiful and his wit and charm disarming. She balmed her throbbing heart with denial. Of course, his grin was so annoying. But by the time their education ended a few months ago and she finally buckled up courage to confess what was in her heart, she heard that Sumire was already doing tapasya to gain the husband she desired. It had been no secret that the beautiful mermaid had been smitten with the young garuda since long. So with a heavy heart, she turned her back on her intentions and requested to be married off as soon as possible.

It wasn't easy. The conditions she had laid down for her swayamavara were not acceptable to many. She had demanded unquestionable fidelity on part of her husband along with their willingness to become her consort as well instead of just the other way around. A mighty proposition for many who expect polygyny to be the norm and had expected the throne of Nagaloka to be passed onto a distant male cousin of hers.

So, many long-winded, polite and bush-beating refusals arrived at her grandfather's court. The pain was dulled somewhat when she realised among the few acceptances of her conditions was one from Queen Kushina, the queen of garudas.

“Chillax. You should be happy that he didn't accept the invitation like Inojin or Shikadai or Metal or Mitsuki.”

Sarada smiled. She had sent an addition of a choice of rakhi to those men whom she held close to her heart. It heartened her to learn that they all had accepted the rakhi along with the invitation and swore to be at her side as her “brothers” through everything.

She can't help but overthink about how Boruto’s letter didn't mention anything about accepting her rakhi and instead sent her a set of the most beautiful anklets she had ever laid her eyes on. Rubies - the same stone as her nagamani - shone brightly alongside sapphires, emeralds and diamonds on solid gold. The design was exquisite and the craftsmanship impeccable and intricate.

She couldn't explain why but she had worn them to her swayamavara. She shouldn't have, ethically speaking. She wasn't going to interfere with Sumire's desire to marry Boruto, especially when Boruto had never given her any indication that he saw her as anything more than the oldest friend he had.

But here she was, decked in gorgeous bridal red and heavy temple gold, waiting for the tournament to end, in her chambers in the royal palace in netherworld. She glanced back at the large full-bodied mirror, standing proudly in a corner. It was crafted by Lord Vishwakarma, allowing passageway to the ones who will be able to complete each and everyone of the tasks set by her grandfather. They were not easy and she really doubted whether anyone could actually be declared a victor.

“Princess!” A servant called out to her, pointing towards the mirror. Her heart skipped a beat. She could see a faint glow from the mirror. There must be a victor. And now, she could set up a final test. If this person could see through her illusionary powers, she might consider marrying him. Whether to actually marry him or not depended on her. If he didn't, well, she could have a hearty laugh about it later on.

The mirror shone blindingly brightly, as though the sun itself had descended in the chamber. She shut her eyes tightly. There's no way she could see anything. A pause followed followed by an outburst of giggles from her handmaidens.

“Oh my! Sarada, you are going to get some sexy times tonight!” Her face burnt up red. She could hear the giggles of her entourage as they left the chambers. She could smell a familiar scent of Himalayan pinewood and fresh earth she could recognise anywhere in the world.

Her heartbeat sped up. No way. There's no way this is real.

She wanted to open her eyes but she couldn't immediately after being caught by such a strong flash of light. Nagas had excellent sight and smell but sensitive eyes. Casting illusion required immense amount of magical power and that also affected her speed of recovery. She could hear the man approach the balcony where she was waiting with the wedding garland in her hands.

He should not be able to see her. Her illusions were immensely powerful and his weakness had always been seeing through it.

“You know, I should have just jumped in through the balcony. The journey through the mirror was terrible. I feel a bit squeamish. I think you should move out of the way in case I end up puking.”

Sarada's eyes flew open. A blurry mop of golden hair slowly refocused itself back into the face of her oldest friend.

“You can see me?!” She sputtered. Until and unless the moron was just taking a lucky guess, she would rather die of humiliation at her illusion being seen through by the idiot.

“Duh.”

“How’s that possible?” Boruto nodded towards her feet, ignoring her incredulity.

The anklets.

Boruto smirked, rapidly closing in the distance between the two of them. “Our Lord was the one who gave me the gold which was used to make those. He said that they were “pure” and had anti-illusionary powers. Came in handy since I knew you would be setting up illusions.”

Sarada stared at him. This guy. This brat. This imbecile. Not only did he have an upper hand even before the swayamavara began, he was now giving her that absolutely annoying grin. How could she forget that his ancestor - Garudadeva - was the other of Lord Vishnu's two vahanas? And that he had always been teasing the two of them together.

“So?” Boruto raised a brow.

“So what?” Sarada glared at him viciously.

“Aren't you going to put that garland on me?”

“Whatever made you think that I am going to marry you?!”

Boruto waggled his eyebrows towards her ankles. Sarada flushed even more.

“I have a right to refuse you.”

“Hey!”

“Hey yourself. What about Sumire?”

“What about her?” Boruto blinked in confusion.

“She is doing tapasya to have you as her husband.”

“Ah that, I don't want her. I never saw her as more than a friend. And...she is not doing that tapasya anymore. It's a, um, well, it's a long story.”

“....”

“Listen, I know that-”

The chamber doors banged open. At least half of their families flooded in. Chattering, giggles and congratulations flooded the air while Boruto and Sarada looked on in bemusement. Sakura hugged Sarada tightly while Hinata nearly choked Boruto out of joy. Their parents, grandparents, his sister, everyone was there.

“Big Brother, why don't you have the garland around your neck?” Himawari was the first to notice that Boruto and Sarada are yet to choose each other as their significant other.

Sarada stiffened visibly. Boruto recovered from his previous bemusement immediately.

"You see, Sarada was just curious about how I actually saw through her illusion. And she was so curious that she forgot that we are having a swayamavara out here. Even about the garland. But that's a good thing too. Now that everyone is here, why not do it in front of everyone. Nice idea, right Sarada?” Smugness oozed out of his grin. Sarada gritted her teeth and viciously pushed the other garland she was carrying into his hands.

“Hey!”

Sarada looked up to find gentleness in those brilliantly blue eyes. Sigh. She's hopeless.

Utterly. Absolutely. Completely. Hopeless.

The weight of a garland pressed around her neck. Boruto had chosen her as bride. Smirk melted off into a smile before blooming into a grin. Blush spread across her cheeks and she practically threw the garland around his neck, accepting him as her groom.

It is the beginning of a really long journey together.

“I think I still need to puke. I am still squeamish.”

“Argh! Don't you dare do it on me.”

Rating: T

Genre: Hurt/Comfort and Romance 

A/N: Written for BoruSaraFFweek D3 - Wind 

Related to What Springtime Brings 

Sequel: He Loves Her

She doesn’t like him. She didn’t like him when they were twelve, she didn’t like him when they were sixteen and he left the village. No one was to know how she cried herself to sleep on the day he left, thinking back to how embarrassing it was that she had shed tears in front of him. Practically begged him to stay. Well, not really beg. More like, kept saying threat after threat, tears, more threats and angry yelling, and even more tears. How pathetic. An Uchiha. Crying and screaming for an Uzumaki to stay. Hold on. Haven’t we seen this before? No? Yeah, you’re right. We’re talking about Boruto and Sarada. This is the first time it happened, right? She doesn’t miss him. She didn’t look for him every time she would walk by Thunder Burger, swiftly do a double take on almost every single blond male she would walk by. Her best friend thought she needed a break and brought her to the beach. She didn’t think of his beautiful eyes when she saw the ocean again. 

Come to think of it, the first time she saw it was with him.  She sat down on the sand and stared at the twinkling sea, so vast and wide. The salty wind blowing through her hair. She closed her eyes and took in a deep yet shaky breath. She wasn’t crying. No. It’s been more than two years since he left. She had no more tears to cry for him. It’s not like she wished he was here. 

It’s not like she imagined he would scootch a little closer to her, nudge her with his shoulder, and she would nudge him back. They would go on for a while like this, laugh and maybe, she would let him when he placed his arm around her. She would let out a sigh of contentment and lean on his chest, because why not? It’s not like she enjoyed it anyway. It’s not like she wanted this. Nope. Not a chance. She opened her eyes. She was sitting alone on the long shoreline. The sun setting on the horizon, casting orange and pink light everywhere. She would have wished she could stay here forever. But what was the point if he wasn’t sitting here next to her? Woah wait. She doesn’t miss him. Doesn’t love him. Remember? She rose to her feet and dusted the sand off of her shorts and stretched her arms over her head, willing the tears back. She had no tears to cry. She had enough days of pouring out her tears until her eyes ran dry.  She didn’t like him when he left the village—and she most certainly didn’t like him now that he was back. She didn’t revel at the fact that he had gotten taller, skin slightly tanner, and his jaw looked stronger. His eyes, they looked just as beautiful, just as blue as she remembered. How silly for the ocean to remind her of his eyes, the ocean simply couldn’t compare. She stood her ground even as he approached, her posture showing no sign of remorse or forgiveness. But gosh. Tears pooled in her eyes and the way her lower lip trembled just gave it all way. Her treacherous heart beating wildly out of her chest and her stomach tangling into hopeless knots. When he stopped a few steps away and reached for her hand, she didn’t pull away. He held her hand to his chest and smiled at her. “I’m home, Sarada.” Salty tears fell down her cheeks and she could taste it at the corner of her mouth. Memories of her sitting alone on the beach came flooding back and her feelings came pouring out. Boruto pulled her to his chest and wrapped his arms around her, mumbling a string of apologies she knew he must have practiced and recited out loud to the wind during his lonely days. She cried. She cried for all the nights she missed him. Cried for all the days he missed in her life—for all the days she missed in his life. She cried for all the days she couldn’t because gosh, she knew deep down she reserved her tears for only him, and even her damn pride couldn’t do anything about it. She cried for all the days she couldn’t help pick him up when he was down, and all the days the rain poured. She cried for all the laughs they missed, and all the warm sunny days she knew he liked. Liked. Sarada doesn’t like Boruto Uzumaki. She wrapped her arms around him. “Welcome home, Boruto.” She loves him.

A/N: I intended it to be like Not a Date but I didn’t mean for it to be so... angsty. Pining Sarada is now my favorite Sarada. 

You can read more of my stories in my master post, or visit my FFnet!

I rewrote the first chapter--removed, and added way more than the original version. The writing also reflects my current writing style. I hope you guys will check it out and see the difference! ^^ 

Beta read by the wonderful @trolldockan

Hello guys! This is my submission for Borusara Fanfiction Week for day 2. The prompt is - Coffee! So here am I presenting you with my new Coffee Shop AU! But it is just a debut to what is to come, but I won’t be able to give you updates before I end up finishing my other multichapter fics – ‘Is she beautiful?’ and ‘Matters of the Heart’. Sorry about that.

This fanfiction is based on my amazing friend @ionica01’s BNHA fanfiction (for Todomomo ship) called a cup of magic. If you’re interested then go ahead and give it a read. I promise you won’t be disappointed!

Finally let’s come to the Fanfiction! Hope you enjoy it!

Summary- Sarada tried her best to convince herself that this cafe has only become a part of her routine because of its cozy homelike atmosphere, definitely not for a blond haired, blue eyed boy who personified sunshine itself. Well, maybe it is really his fault after all.

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A Cup Full Of Smiles

Chapter 1

An ordinary day

The strong aroma of rich coffee wafts through the streets, attracting people towards it like a moth to the flame. A large board of beautifully carved framework saying ‘A Cup Full Of Smiles’ is highlighted with pink and blue lights. 

The inside scene of the building is alive with all the smiles and giggles, clearly giving a meaning to the name of the cafe. All sorts of people occupy the seats, ranging from retired civilians to lively youngsters. And all of those people were clearly enjoying their time here.

Boruto whirled around the tables with an amazing swiftness, hands balancing trays of coffees, shakes and pastries. A bright never faltering smile was curled upon his lips and his blue eyes shined with warmth that all of his customers adored.

A cup full of smiles - was a cafe run by all male Baristas. And you can obviously guess that it must have been pretty popular among ladies. After all, where can you get young, hot and handsome men serving you with a smile on their faces? Though a cup full of smiles was pretty famous among males as well because of the friendly and welcoming attitude of the staff.

Boruto made sure that everyone coming to a cup full of smiles was provided with the best service irrespective of the gender. They were all his customers and he deeply adores being able to bring smile on the faces of people.

The love he has for a cup full of smiles is unparalleled.

And for the grand success of his quest, he was supported by an amazing staff putting everything they had to make this cafe a place to call home for him and also for their own selves. Yes, they were eccentric and a little rough around the edges but they were a part of the family of a cup full of smiles and Boruto unarguably cherished each and every one of them.

The way he adored every member of the staff, similarly the dedication that the staff poured into managing and running a cup full of smiles also stemmed from their fondness towards their employer. The way Boruto knew each of them personally, they too always observed him and his little quirks.

That is why it did not escape other’s notice that despite the brilliant smile, how often his eyes would roam to the gates every now and then. When the door bells chimed, every time, he would look up and grin which only dampened in the eyes a little when he would realize that it’s not her.

She was definitely running late today.

A few orders are given and taken when Boruto is called out by Inojin.

“Boruto! Your girlfriend is here!”

A tinge of red covers his cheeks when he hisses, “Dammit! Inojin, you know, she’s my customer - not my girlfriend.” Even though, his words are supposed to contain semblance to scolding, his tone is laced with happiness.

He immediately takes up the vacant counter left by Inojin as she approaches. Boruto gives her a signature smile but his blue eyes are shinier, brighter. She couldn’t help but return it.

"The usual?” He asks as he turns to prepare her coffee.

She leans over the counter and smiles, “Yes, and a double chocolate cake, please.”

Even though his back is towards her, he could not help but chuckle, “Hard day at work?”

She wonders how he knows her so much. Maybe the fact that he’s known her all their life helps.

“Yes. The presentation went smooth but the dealers we had this time were extremely nitpicking. It was annoying.”

“Hm…looks like you’ve had a rough day, huh? You’re tired. Go to your seat. I’ll bring your order in a bit.” He says as he pours the adequate amount of steaming milk in her coffee.

“Nah, I’ll stay here. I wanna talk to you.” Her voice is tired and her posture is lethargic, and he doesn’t like it..

“Don’t argue Sarada.” He says sternly even though the warm fuzzy feeling in his heart is hard to ignore, “Go to your seat and I’ll be there. Then, we can talk as much as you want.”

It was rare for him to get this serious but Sarada liked it. So, she follows his orders and saunters over the farthest chair on the other side corner of the cafe. It was funny how he would always refer to this particular table as her seat. But she cannot argue because this is the only seat in the entire cafe that she really enjoys to sit at.

It was an unspoken rule that even when the cafe was at its busiest peak, no one really occupies it, as if it was solely reserved for her. Knowing him, it probably was. This particular spot allowed her to observe the entire café without interruptions and it also provided a lot of privacy. Her eyes flicked across all the customers and found herself shaking her head at a group of googly eyed teenager girls appreciating the baristas roaming around and performing their jobs. Well, it wasn’t exactly a rare situation to see.

Then there was rowdy group of young boys at another corner. One of the center table was occupied by an old day smiling fondly at a child by her side who was happily enjoying his big piece of rainbow cake. Another table held a young couple on a date. And then, a young man was busy scribbling something on the last corner surrounded by lots of scattered papers and a large size cup of hot chocolate. Observing so many people here made her heart warm. It’s weird to say but noticing different customers was oddly relaxing and in some way, it makes her understand Boruto a little more.

Sarada looked up, her eyes automatically resting upon a working Boruto. Seeing him smile and put his all in for his passion was definitely a heartwarming and inspirational sight.  

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“Sarada!” the call of her name from a familiar voice made her turn head. Mitsuki approached her, carrying an empty tray and smiling his usual smile.

“Mitsuki! How are you?” She grinned at her friend.

“I’m good. But looks like you had some troubles.”

Sarada laughed at his blunt observation. “Yeah, I had a little troubles but nothing to worry about.”

“Hm, I’m glad. Hope your meeting went well.” He said.

“Of course! You know I would never settle for something less than perfect.”

He laughed, “Definitely. Though, your delay was causing him to get antsy. I think he was just a hair breadth away from barging into your office to grab you.”

“Oi! Mitsuki! Stop ratting out on me, will ya? And can ya please grab the counter? I’ll take my break now.” Boruto pouted as he carried a tray of her caramel Macchiato and an extra-large size of double chocolate cake and something else too. Sandwiches?   

Mitsuki nodded and gave her a parting wave and left as Boruto slid into the chair in front of her.

Sarada pointed at the plate of Sandwiches and poked him, “I didn’t order that.”

“I know, but you haven’t had your dinner, right?” He asked while placing the tray for her.

Sometimes, she gets overwhelmed with his habit of looking after her. There was a time when he was dubbed as the reckless one out of them. But now, it’s as if the tables have turned. She doesn’t understand how he manages to read her like an open book with a simple glance, albeit, she can do the same…but he is a type of guy who wears his heart on his sleeve. Dedicated to his cause to a fault, capable of making friends easily, always smiling and trying to cheer everyone up, willing to risk everything to help his friends. To her, he was sort of predictable.   

But she was slightly different. Yes, she was a woman focused on her goals but making friends along the way like nothing was just not her forte. She was far from unsociable but still she always had a hard time opening up to new people. Suppressing her emotions and putting up the logical front, that is how her brain works. So, knowing her like that should be difficult, right? But Boruto made it look so easy. Though because it was him, she didn’t mind being readable and vulnerable.

She took a bite of the sandwich and softly smiled. They were mild flavored…just like how she liked. Her hand then immediately went to her coffee as soon as the warm creamy liquid came in contact with her taste buds, she sighed in bliss. The coffee was so Boruto. No, it was so her.

Made by him…just for her.

Perfect.

Or maybe better than perfect.

She placed the coffee back on the table but her mouth watered at the sight of the chocolate cake.

It looked so damn good.

Grabbing a fork and slicing through the soft dessert, she put it into her mouth and moaned in delight. The spongy cake layered with chocolate filling and then covered with delicious ganache made her grin at the explosion of sweet-bitter taste. A trace of coffee could be detected but rather than covering the taste of chocolate…it simply enhanced it.

As she took alternating bites of her sandwich and cake, she noticed Boruto taking a sip of her coffee. He closed his eyes and hummed softly as if analyzing the taste and picking apart every measurement of every ingredient involved. After a lot of thinking and two other sips, he put it down in front of her and grinned proudly.

“It’s good!”

She tilted her head to show her approval and pushed the plate of cake at his direction and the fork too. He took a bite and nodded but pushed it back towards her.

“It’s fine but too sweet for me.” 

She laughed knowing that despite the fact that the café specialized in confections, Boruto had always loved spicy food, or maybe he’s just developed an aversion to them, tasting them all the damn time. Sometime, she would feel jealous of him for it.

Another difference between them.

It might have been flustering to other people to share food with each other the way they do but Boruto never feels embarrassed. They had practically been sharing spoons since birth. It was nothing to be awkward about. And they were both glad about it.

As the closing time of the café approached, it became more and more vacant. And by the time the clock struck ten, all of the seats were empty except for the ones they occupied.

Sarada was about to pull out some bills for the payment when Boruto chuckled, “It’s on the house.”

Sarada smirked and shook her head. “You cannot always say ‘it’s on the house every time I order something, silly’. You do it almost five times a week!”

He cutely pouted at her words and made denial, “I don’t do that ‘always’. And anyway, a cup full of smiles belongs to you as much as it belongs to me.”

His words freeze her. He simply runs to his staff to help them with the chores leaving her behind still sitting on the table to contemplate. Yes, this is not the first time he has said that. But every time these words escape his mouth, it overwhelms her beyond belief.

A cup full of smiles was Boruto’s dream. His biggest accomplishment ever. Its success was a fruit of his hard labor and one tracked mind. If there is someone who is aware of all the struggles that Boruto had to face to bring a cup full of smiles to life, then it was her.

A cup full of smiles represented his triumph over his insecurities, fears and demons. It was a reason of his smile and the fact that he was willing to share it with her left her breathless.  

A cup full of smiles belongs to you as much as it belongs to me.

His words echo in her head again and again and her eyes begin to shine.

After a few moments pass, she lifts herself off from the chair and grabs a broom to sweep off the floor. Nobody stops her. As they make preparations for the next day, a part of Sarada is overflowing with happiness at being able to contribute something for this café.

Her café.

His café.

Their café.

A cup full of smiles.

Sometime later they step out in the cold night. The doors are locked securely and parting greetings are made. As Boruto and Sarada walk down the road side by side a comfortable silence engulfs the two best friends. Her long midnight locks sway with the wind, as if celebrating their freedom from the confines of her bun – the hairstyle she keeps for work.

A warm touch brushes against her palm which makes her look at man beside her. His boyish charm blazes through with the grin he offers her. The slight blush on his cheeks make her smile as she curls her index finger around his. This gesture from her seems to embolden him and instantly, his large hand has her smaller one in a soft grip.

Side by side, they head to home.

And somewhere along the path she makes a realization.

‘A cup full of smiles’ is her home as well.

So, this is not your typical ‘I saw you in my coffee shop and fell in love with you.’ I’m sorry if you were expecting that. But this fanfiction is going to hold a much deeper symbolism and plot. Hope you don’t mind.

Although, I REALLY WANT TO KNOW YOUR THOUGHTS FOR THIS FIC! Please. I wrote it with a lot of heart. So, please let me know your views!

Thank you! See you again!