“should i cut my hair? i feel like it’s getting a bit long” Boruto huffs, running his hands through his golden hair and ruffling it a bit, smiling when you smooth it down for him.

the konoha sun is beating down on the two of you, y’all blades of grass surrounding the small blanket you found yourselves on. you can’t help but notice how the way the golden rays of the sun look on Boruto’s honey skin. his eyes seem to be a bit bluer than usual in this lighting.