Title: Less is More

Prompt: Makeup

Genre: Romance

Rating: K

Beta read by: Sakura's Unicorn

A/N: This prompt came from Bingbin, and I dedicate this one-shot to her. Thank you for always inspiring me!

I don't own Naruto & Boruto.

"Eh? Sarada!" Chocho exclaimed as she took a good look at her friend's bare face. "Why aren't you wearing any makeup? We're going to a club."

Sarada crossed her arms across her chest and harrumphed. "It's not a requirement to wear makeup to a club!"

Chocho sighed. She noticed Sumire, Wasabi, and Namida approaching them. "See?" She waved in the trio's general direction. "They're wearing makeup!"

The young Uchiha only rolled her eyes. "Again, not a requirement."

Wasabi laughed. "Sarada-chan looks fine!"

"That's not what I meant," Chocho whined. "I just want her to doll up once in a while. Get those boys drooling over her, you know?"

Namida giggled. "Doesn't she already have a lot of admirers?"

"Oy! What are you girls doing here?"

"Speak of the devil." A sly grin spread on the young Akimichi's face. "Hello there, Boruto."

The blond approached the five of them and grinned, showing a perfect set of white teeth. "You guys going out?"

"Girls night out to a club," Chocho corrected.

"Ah, I see." Boruto looked at each of them, but his gaze landed on Sarada's face. "Want to get dinner with me, Sarada? I heard there's a new grill restaurant downtown that sells the best squid."

Sumire looped her arm with Sarada's before responding to him. "She can't, Boruto-kun. She's going with us."

His blue eyes widened slightly. "Oh really? Sorry. I didn't think you were."

Now it was Sarada's turn to be shocked. "Why not?"

"Ah, well..." He scratched the back of his head with a lopsided grin on his face. "You don't look like you're heading to a club."

All the girls muffled their gasps. Boruto really is an idiot.

"Boruto, there you are!"

Everyone looked up at the roof. Shikadai, Inojin, and Mitsuki jumped down.

"We've been looking all over for you," Mitsuki said.

"Denki's got a new game, and he invited all of us to try it out!" Inojin exclaimed.

The boys just ignored the girls, so the latter decided to leave them alone and continue on with their girls' night out.

It had been a week, but Sarada still couldn't shake off what Boruto had said. She was lying down on her bed, staring at her ceiling.

"I didn't look like I was going to a club," she said out loud. She sighed sadly and rolled over on her tummy, hugging her pillow closer to her chest. She wasn't sure if she was supposed to be angry at Boruto, but she was hurt. Her best friend knew this, which was why Chocho was bent on getting her drunk that night in order to forget.

Light taps on her balcony's window pulled her out of her thoughts. She got up from her bed and slid the window open. It was Boruto.

"What do you want?" she asked bluntly.

The blond raised an eyebrow. "What's got you all touchy?"

She crossed her arms and looked away. "Why are you here?"

"Let's grab dinner at that restaurant I was talking about," he said with a smile.

She looked at him and bit out, "Why not ask Sumire or Chocho instead? I'm sure they'd look like they're going out to dinner far more than I would."

Boruto was dumbfounded. "What? Why would I want to ask them out?"

"Because they're girlier than me!" she exclaimed.

"What do looks have to do with anything?" Now he was really confused. "I asked you out to dinner because I wanted to spend time with you."

This caught Sarada off guard. "What?"

Boruto looked at her pink pajamas and white bunny slippers. "You can even go wearing your pajamas. I don't care." He smirked. "I just want to spend the evening with you."

A light pink dusted her cheeks. "But that time, when I was with the girls…"

"Huh? You mean last week?" He asked.

Sarada looked embarrassed, but nodded. "You didn't even think I was going with them."

Now it all made sense. "Ah! Well, I never pegged you as the club type of girl, Sarada. Or the makeup kind." He grinned.

She looked away again, feeling even more embarrassed than she did earlier. So, he did think she was tomboyish?

Sarada was surprised when she felt Boruto hold on to her shoulders. She looked at him and was surprised how gentle his gaze was.

"You don't need to wear nice dresses or makeup, Sarada. You're already beautiful."

Her dark eyes grew wide, and she drew in a breath. She could feel the heat flood all the way up to her ears.

Boruto grinned until his eyes disappeared. "You look so much cuter when I make you blush like this."

Sarada scowled. "Would you quit teasing me already?"

"It's not teasing if it's the truth." He winked.

She rolled her eyes. He was enjoying this way too much. "If I agree to have dinner with you, will you quit it?"

"Only if you go while wearing your bunny slippers." He waggled his eyebrows at her.

The sound of flesh slapping flesh, and a muffled scream of pain echoed in the night.

Boruto was an idiot, but he always knew what to say to make Sarada feel better.

A/N: This is a collection of BoruSara one-shots and drabbles. Most of the prompts come from my followers on tumblr. I post them as replies to their asks. After which, I send them to my beta readers for polishing. The stories you read in this book may be slightly different from what I post on my tumblr, and it will definitely be far neater. ^^;

A big thank you to Sakura's Unicorn for beta reading, and to Bingbin for giving me this prompt. You guys should read their work. They're amazing.

Please leave me a review, and tell me what you think. They keep me going when times are tough.