You had gone to visit Boruto's house, the son of the seventh Hokage of Konoha: you had heard rumors of a boy who had arrived from outside, someone named Kawaki, for you it was a cute name. But the bearer of the name was definitely not pretty at all, he was quite rude.. you assumed it was for a reason, and you were right.

In fact, many years of many things had passed to form such a rude, aggressive, and reserved character.

You arrived and as soon as you set foot in the Uzumaki house, Himawari greeted you with her smile and two marks very similar to those of a feline —like those of her father Naruto Uzumaki.

Crossing the hall, arriving at Naruto's office where you normally saw Boruto playing or maybe rummaging through the desk drawers for anything, you found someone who wasn't Boruto, nor Hinata.

It was Kawaki, the boy you had heard about maybe not much, very little to tell the truth, but he was cuter in person than how those girls described him; a shaved part of his hair, specifically On the sides he was blond, and the rest was black hair, just like his eyebrows, very pretty to tell the truth.

His face had a serious expression, which almost turned into one of annoyance when he saw you there, with a soft but shy smile dedicated to him, Kawaki's words were the least expected to say true.

“What the hell are you doing here? Who are you?” he asked, annoyed —something that also made him feel uncomfortable and surprised inside. “How did you get in? Are you Boruto’s friend? His girlfriend or something?”

The young man's tone was not kind, his body language was tense, and his words were serious but aggressive. Still, curiosity remained a little in his gray eyes, wanting to know who you were and what your role was.