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Bolt Uzumaki let his phone fall freely on the floor. Not caring whether or not the screen cracked from this height, his couch. He'd just finished spamming Mitsuki's profile and was left feeling bored, once again.
He sighed. He couldn't even play with Hima, who was out picking flowers with their aunt Hanabi.
He closed his eyes and in the midst of trying to fall asleep, he heard his phone buzz. Bolt cracked an eye open and tossed his right arm to the floor, fishing for his phone. He glanced at the message only to roll his eyes. What could she possibly want.
He'd received a DM from S_Uchiha. His boredom was the only reason he unlocked his phone and opened it, he swore.
He found himself quirking a blonde eyebrow at the picture. He wet his lips, looking around carefully. It was only when he made sure that he wasn't getting punked by one of his friends that he ventured a peek back at the photo.
"Oh my...fuck."
Who knew Sarada had it in her to send a nude.
His blue eyes wandered all over her body, wondering had gotten into her. After he shook his head he began typing,
sarada wtf put some clothes on girl!
Boruto glanced back at her legs before double-tapping the picture and typing something else.
Sarada Uchiha held her breath and clutched the phone close to her chest. After years of stalking and countless failed attempts of getting the picture just right, she sent Bolt a nude. She sat on the sink's counter, dressed solely in her mom's bra and panties.
It was the first time she'd ever done something so risque.
She'd honestly thought he hated her. But after daring to follow him last week and having him follow her back, she figured they stood on pretty good terms. Of course, not good enough terms to send a nude, but she couldn't take it anymore. The way he looked at her since they graduated, the way his chubby cheeks pinked when she'd accidentally sat on his hand and the way he said her name.
She grew tired of waiting for him to say something, so she'd made the first move.
Even though the vibration wasn't even that drastic, it still felt like someone had tased her with Chidori.
She jumped, phone flying to the floor. She slowly caught her breath before reaching down and peeking at the reply. Her eyes read and reread the message countless times before frowning. What was wrong with him? Other boys would've killed to have that picture. She was a pretty girl, her father had told her so!
Maybe the rumors that Bolt was gay really were true..
She knew blocking him would be easy but how was she supposed to ignore him in reality because her teammate had just shot down her advances and what the hell did she look like carrying on like she didn't just send him a racy picture.
Her phone buzzed again and she almost threw her phone when she read what he had sent.
or come over(;
AND he'd liked the picture! She pinched herself silly. There was no way he had just invited her to his house. Absolutely no possibility that he'd just said that.
She didn't know how long she stared at the messages, rereading the recent one and giggling to herself like a maniac.
Sasuke had been passing by when he overheard the giggles from inside the bathroom. Ever the overprotective father, he barged in immediately.
Ready to fight an entire nation for his daughter, but not ready to find her sitting on the sink..
..In her underwear...
..And phone in her hand.
His conservative mind couldn't fathom what the hell she was doing.
She covered herself and screamed at him to get the hell out. And he was about to, until he saw what was on her screen.
Sasuke grabbed his daughter's wrist before she could react and frowned when he realized his eyes didn't deceive him. That was indeed a picture of his daughter's indecent body. He quickly looked away from the photo to glare at her. "Sarada what is the meaning of this?"
She kept her hands on her body, trying to reach out for her phone at the same time. "Please just give it back and get out!" She shouted desperately.
He was about to smash the phone against the floor and shatter it into millions of pieces and then set it on fire with ameterasu to get his point across. But just before he could throw the damn thing, his eyes caught the words under the photo.
borumaki sarada wtf put some clothes on girl!
borumaki or come over(;
His left eyebrow twitched as he connected the pieces. Sarada had sent a naked picture of herself to Boruto? His fucking apprentice? The dobe's idiot son who practically begged for him to take him under his wing. He was like a son to Sasuke. Was.
He was going to demolish-no, he was going to obliterate him. Burn away all of his dumb blonde hair and gauge out his leering blue eyes. And any other bastard's who has been looking at his little girl.
Sasuke glared at his daughter. "Who else did you send this to?"
Sarada's lip quivered. "..J-just him." She managed to say in a small voice. He looked at her and frowned, where did he go wrong? Well, he supposed abandoning her all her life might have a part to do with it, but he'd deal with that later. Right now he had to strike the hokage a proposition to let him kill his firstborn.