A radiant full moon—like a luminous pearl suspended in the night sky—cast its cool, silvery glow across the Hokage Rock. The faces of the past Hokage shimmered faintly under the moonlight.
At the edge of the rock stood a simple wooden bench.
Boruto Uzumaki and Sarada Uchiha sat side by side, their figures outlined softly in the moon's light.
"Boruto… the moon tonight is especially full," Sarada said gently, breaking the quiet stillness.
"Yeah," Boruto murmured, his gaze still fixed on the glowing orb above. "It really is."
"Then… Boruto… does this mean we're on a date tonight?" Sarada asked, her tone tinged with shyness.
Boruto gave a small nod and smiled. "Guess so."
Hearing his answer, Sarada's cheeks instantly turned pink. She took a deep breath, gathering her courage, and turned her gaze toward Boruto's profile illuminated by the moon.
Her vision suddenly blurred. She blinked a few times and instinctively removed her glasses, rubbing her tired eyes.
When she opened them again, her Sharingan had activated—its single tomoe spinning faintly within her crimson pupils.
"Boruto…" Sarada whispered. "I… I have something to tell you."
Boruto turned to her, noticing both her flushed face and the Sharingan gleaming in her eyes.
"Your Sharingan—why did you activate it?" he asked, surprised. "Sarada, what's wrong?"
"I just… need to say this." Sarada met his gaze, her heart pounding wildly. "Boruto, I like you."
Boruto blinked, then smiled softly. "Sarada… I like you too."
The space between them instantly grew warmer, charged with emotion.
Sarada's face turned as red as a cherry blossom petal, her heartbeat thundering in her chest.
Their breaths mingled in the cool night air. Finally, trembling slightly, Sarada leaned forward and pressed her lips against Boruto's.
Boruto froze in surprise, but only for a moment—then his eyes softened. He gently wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close as their lips met again.
Under the moonlight, time seemed to stop.
When they finally parted, Sarada's face was still flushed pink, her eyes shimmering like jewels. Boruto smiled at her—but then noticed something.
Her Sharingan had changed.
The single tomoe had evolved into two.
"Wait… did your Sharingan just evolve?" Boruto asked in disbelief. "No way—did that kiss do it? If uncle Sasuke knew, he'd probably faint from shock!"
Sarada blinked, confused. "Evolved? What do you mean?"
Boruto reached into his pouch, forming a small reflective surface with chakra. He held it out to her.
"Here—look."
Sarada peered into the makeshift mirror. Her eyes widened. "It really did evolve… from one tomoe to two! When did that happen?"
Boruto chuckled. "It seems like it happened when we kissed."
"K-Kissed? Are you saying a kiss can make the Sharingan evolve?" Sarada stammered, her face burning.
"Maybe," Boruto teased. "Want to try again? Just to be sure?"
"Again…?" Sarada's voice grew smaller. After a moment of hesitation, she shyly nodded and closed her eyes.
Boruto leaned in once more. Their noses brushed; he could feel her trembling breath. Then, gently, their lips met again.
This time, the Sharingan didn't react.
After a while, Boruto pulled away slightly. "Anything different?"
Sarada shook her head, smiling softly. "No… I just feel… happy. That's all."
Boruto scratched his cheek. "The Sharingan's called the 'eye that reflects the heart.' It usually evolves from intense emotion or trauma… But you, Sarada, awakened and evolved it without any of that."
He grinned. "Maybe the Sharingan's evolution has changed somehow."
"Or maybe," Sarada said with a pout, "you're just doing it wrong."
Boruto laughed. "Guess so. But hey, if we're aiming for three tomoe, maybe we should—"
"Boruto!" Sarada interrupted, blushing furiously. "Two tomoe is fine! There's no need to push it."
"Come on," Boruto teased lightly. "It's really hard to reach three tomoe. Just one more try?"
Sarada hesitated, then bit her lip and nodded.
Boruto smiled, pulling her gently into his arms. Their lips met again—this time deeper, more in sync. But suddenly, Sarada jolted and pushed him back, her face bright red.
"Boruto! You… you used your tongue!"
Boruto froze, flustered. "Ah—sorry! I thought maybe… a different method would trigger another reaction."
Seeing his awkward expression, Sarada couldn't help but smile. She leaned in and softly kissed his forehead.
"Next time, Boruto," she whispered, her voice gentle under the moonlight.