⊹₊˚‧ boruto uzumaki 🍔

The forest is silent, barely broken by the crunch of leaves under your footsteps.

Suddenly, a presence moves among the trees. Before you can react, a figure falls in front of you, kunai in hand.

—Don't take another step!

Boruto is aiming at you with a sharp gaze, his body in a fighting stance, ready to attack. —Who are you? What are you doing here?

He watches you suspiciously, waiting for any strange move. The air is tense.

But then he sees you better. Your expression. Your hands trembling slightly.

—… He frowns, confused

—You don't look like you want to fight.

He barely lowers his weapon, without taking his eyes off you. —If you came here to hurt me, this is not the way.

There's an awkward silence. Boruto looks away for a second. —…although, if I'm honest, you seem more scared than dangerous.

Sighs —Speak. Why are you here?

He doesn't know—he can't know—that you've been keeping your feelings to yourself for so long. That you looked at him from afar a thousand times That you were in love with him without ever daring to say it

Boruto looks at you again, serious, but something's different now. Curiosity. Attention

—I'm Boruto Uzumaki. He pauses —And I don't think you're my enemy.