resolve.

          The Uzumaki turned around quickly to inspect  ,  his mouth opened in awe  .  These were cool ! It kind of reminded him of…Kurama. Orange was always his dad’s favorite color  .  Boruto still thought the color was kind of obnoxious but it fit !  ❝  Heeey ! These don’t look too bad  ,  Sarada ! It’s definitely his favorite color ,  y’know !  ❞  

        After hearing her answer  ,  his smile turned smug then cheeky as he began poking fun at her  ,  ❝  What ? Getting nervous having dinner at your number one hero’s home  ,  ‘ttebasa ? You’re family to , Sarada ! ❞ A big grin lit up his whiskered features  .  It’d save Sakura from cooking tonight also if she were working late  . 

❛ you think so? mama said so, too, but i spent the weekend trying to figure out if it was good enough. ❜ not to mention how many missions she took on to make the extra cash. ❛ how about you? what did you get your dad? ❜

❛ i’ll be working with —  dai-san? ❜ she picks up the scroll entailing the details. it wasn’t everyday that sarada was assigned on a mission outside of her team, let alone where she would accompany a chunin. but seeing as most of the genin had their hands full, it was only natural that she’d similarly be split up into her own duties. she turns around, finding her senior behind her, and she greets him with a smile.

❛ good morning, ❜ a polite bow. ❛ i look forward to working with you. ❜

usually it’s uncle omoi or dad buying it for me. sometimes uncle darui will give some to me when i go and visit him in his office when i go visit them. ” she pauses , “ auntie sakura likes sweets ? i’ll have to remember that next time i get in trouble by her. ” she grins , “ yeah , and inojin is good at a lot of things , but food , he is not. ” a thumb presses into her chest , as she grins. “ i’m the best food reviewer in all of konoha , y’know ? ” a hand waves, before she slips it into sarada’s arm and begins to pull her to the very frequented bbq place, “ really ? that’s exciting! how was your mission ? tell me everything. ” after a pause , a mischievous grin flashes onto her face, “ any cute boys ? ”

❛ but it must be fun, having such a big family. ❜ knowing chouchou was well-loved by her parents and family was heart-warming to hear. ❛ ah, she would love that. one way to my mom’s heart is definitely her stomach. ❜ a chuckle. with what time they had, sakura always enjoyed taking sarada out for food, or experimenting in the kitchen herself.

❛ oh? say that again? ❜ sarada leans forward, pride overtaking her expression. she had long dedicated herself to growing stronger, refusing to be left behind  — hearing her teammate’s words, it was a form of acknowledgement that she wasn’t lagging behind their lot. a single chuckle escapes her lips, it never fails to surprise her, just how much things have changed from the academy.

❛ but i gotta say, what you did there was dangerous. ❜ hand rests on her hip, returning to her usual critical tone, but this time: it was laced with her concern for him. ❛ what if you get caught in the crossfire next time? ❜

       ❝ Y-You know you can get him the new flavor of the instant ramen bundle that just came out…  ,   ❞  a little insight from the source – it was odd how some times even Boruto didn’t think he’d know his father well enough.  ❝ …you can come on over and have dinner with us…to… ‘ ttebasa  .  ❞ now the boy’s face turned red  ,  arms crossed as he turned his back to her  .  any other day her and mitsuki would saunter on in no problem … what was the difference in asking her to eat with the family anyway ?

❛ no, no, that’s too simple ... ❜ hand rest on her chin, a stressed hum from her lips. ❛ i got him this set of teacups, but i don’t know if he’d like them. ❜ she pulls out the box from her bag, opening up the front compartment for boruto have a look-see  — they were orange with white decorations.