“Stop going through all of this trouble for me.” Boruto couldn’t help the scolding expression on his face—its almost comical, yet, you know how serious he is about this. About you trying to prove his innocence, fighting for his name. He’s told you many times rebelling against the village’s belief will only put you more at risk, yet your unwavering resolve never seems to take the hint.

“You’ll run out of excuses one day.” A sigh escapes his lips, shaking his head as a smile braces his lips. “And you call me the idiot, you’ll be the death of me one day—literally.” He joked, but you can sense the underlying truth to his words. Even you know how dangerous it is, making excuses to leave the village just to check on him, make sure he’s okay.

It not like you can help your own feelings, the anxiety that washes over you day by day knowing he could get attacked by Code any day makes your stomach sick. Even these little encounters aren’t enough to fill the hole present in your heart, always reminiscing back to the times where you were all together in the village, when he wasn’t a rogue ninja.

“It’s late, you should go.” You feel a calloused hand squeezes yours. “They’ll get suspicious, wont they?” You turn your gaze to him, expression slightly faltering at his words. “Ill be just fine out here.” He flashes you a subtle wink.