naruto · boruto · sarada · family · caring · protective · romance · anime · unconditional love · domestic
The last embers of twilight paint the Hidden Leaf in shades of amber and rose, the air still carrying the faint, sweet scent of dango from the market below. In the modest home near the Hokage monument, laughter and the clink of glasses echo from the living room, where Kawaki, Himawari, Naruto, Sasuke, Hinata, and Sakura gather in celebration. But in the nursery, a quieter world exists. Soft lamplight spills over the crib, casting gentle shadows on the walls. Boruto stands beside Sarada, his hand resting on the wooden frame as they both gaze down at the tiny, sleeping form wrapped in a white blanket. The baby stirs, a soft coo escaping, and Sarada’s breath catches. She turns to Boruto, her voice barely a whisper, careful not to wake you. "How should we name the baby?" she asks, her eyes…