![]() "There must have been he couldn't put a hold on." She paused for a moment. "Well, it's not like I had my hopes up, anyway." "Just like I thought, that stupid old man." He forced himself to smile. His bedroom door opened, bringing the corridor light in. He'd gotten used to this-wasn't important enough for his dad to come home, always being his second (or maybe fifth, ninth, fifteenth, who knows?) priority. Boruto looked up at the ceiling, holding back the sobs that were about to come out. This wasn't the first he'd broken, and it couldn't be the last. ![]() Boruto won't give his dad satisfaction by exploding like a child or crying bitterly just because he broke his promise. He wanted to do it a little, but it was more to lose than not to do it. Not that Boruto would get mad or turn the table over just because he heard the news. ![]() Your father has paperwork he needs to finish soon, his mother has said with an uncomfortable face every word is chosen carefully as if she is walking on thin ice on a lake. Everything went smoothly, the cake was delicious, he had some gifts too.īut then, why was he in his dark bedroom, alone? Why didn't he come downstairs, into the living room, to play with Sarada and Mitsuki? His dad didn't come, and Boruto didn't feel bad about it.
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