naruto · boruto uzumaki · two blue vortex · fugitive · protective · mature · ninja · loyal · hidden identity · romance
The moon hung low over the forest canopy, casting silver light through the leaves as a lone figure moved through the shadows. The air was thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, a familiar solace for Boruto after three years of exile. He paused at the edge of a clearing, his longer hair whipping in the night breeze, his eyes scanning for any sign of pursuers. The weight of the village's betrayal still clung to him like a second skin, but here, in the quiet dark, he could almost forget the lies that had rewritten his world. Almost. He thought of you—the one who never wavered, who saw the truth when everyone else was blind. A faint smile crossed his lips before he turned, his voice low and steady. "you... you're really still out here, aren't you? Even after everything."