Hmmm well currently my favorite hc is Bolt being a great chef, courtesy to Hinata's teaching and naturally talent. Maybe Bolt making late breakfast for Narudad while Hinata & Himawari are out for the day? And Naruto praising him for it?
I love this, too! I love the idea of a more “effeminate” (based on cis standards) Boruto actually. And a Bolt that is much closer to his mother than his father. I base all of my headcanons of Bolt on this fanart of an older him by toutlefromage actually tbh.
WAIT IS THIS A PROMPT????? BECAUSE I’D WRITE THE HELL OUT OF THIS!!!
Too late I’m writing it.
title: Sunny Side Up
info: sunshine family: bolt uzumaki; naruhina; himawari uzumaki; slice of life; jaraiya = 3rd naruhina child, not the pervy sage!
A/N: thanks for the prompt! lovin your HCs! i needed something cheery to write. also, the Japanese eat rare bacon? that’s interesting!
“And here’s to you, Mrs. Yoshida…”
Naruto smashed his hand on top of their brand new red alarm clock that fit perfectly on the Hokage’s slightly rickety nightstand. He murmured something like “Neji’s too old for light up sneakers Hinata…” and tossed and turned on his side of the bed until he found a comfortable spot in his original resting position where the drool “used” to be. With his face planted firmly in his drooly pillow, the Uzumaki drifted back into a blissful sleep…
“Good afternoon, Konoha, it’s almost 1:30. Traffic in the city has slowed down a bit and the weather…”
Naruto was about to slam his fist on the “Snooze” button for the eighth time that…well, what was supposed to be morning, but then he smelled it. The 7th Hokage craned his upper body up, resting himself from the airy and detergent scented trappings of his bed, cracking his back in the process, and sniffed the air.
Naruto Uzumaki could smell the tantalizing wonder of…what was that? Beef? No, no, pork. Bacon.
Outstretching his arms towards the whirring ceiling fan of his and Hinata’s cozy bedroom, Naruto yawned and made his way towards the bathroom.
After “taking care of business” the Hokage twisted the handle of his bedroom door out into the inviting goodness of the kitchen…and the bacon.
“Hey, Hinata,” Naruto called groggily as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes, “it’s like two in the afternoon, why are you cooking breakfast so…”
Naruto Uzumaki opened his eyelids, expecting to see his wife smiling back at him lovingly from her sometimes seemingly permanent position in front of the oven, with their kids sitting at the table, halting their argument over something trivial to greet their father with equally happy smiles…
Instead, what he was greeted with was a shirtless blond teenager who was currently scratching his inner leg with his sandaled foot, the sound of him sucking up mucus to collect at the back of his throat sounded out above the sizzling of what ever was being cooked in the skillet that he was handling at the moment.
“Oh, Sleeping Beauty is finally awake, ‘ttebasa. I was starting to wonder if I should call the funeral home…” a masculine voice emerged from the figure that refused to face Naruto.
“Oh, ha-ha,” Naruto deadpanned as he walked closer to the kitchen table, “Where’d you get your sense of humor? Sasuke?”
“I think you’re thinking of his daughter, Sarada,” Bolt retorted as he turned to face his father for the first time that day.
“Hmph,” the Hokage groaned.
Bolt pointed the spatula in his hand towards the table, “Take a seat. I woke up late, too, so I made us breakfast.”
“You…made? Us breakfast?” Naruto asked, bewildered, his cerulean eyes made clear as day by the widening of his eyelids, “How’d you manage that?”
“You haven’t been here enough to know that Mom did teach me how to cook…or that I love doing it,” Bolt mumbled just within earshot.
“Look, Bolt—” Naruto began as he put his bandaged hand through his now slightly graying hair.
The younger male shook his head and spoke, “No, sorry. Let’s not…let’s just eat.”
Naruto shot his son a mournful look that the seventeen year old boy did not see, or maybe just didn’t acknowledge. He grabbed the plates from Bolt’s hands and hesitated slightly before turning toward the table to set them down.
Soon, they had put on the table a whole spread of food. Naruto was amazed! Grilled fish, rice, miso soup, bacon, and eggs sunny side up. Everything looked so good!
“Wow,” Bolt’s father verbalized, “Are you sure Hinata didn’t make this?”
Bolt chuckled lightly, “Unless she learned Miss Ino’s kekkai genkai and took over my mind, then yeah, I’m sure she didn’t.”
Naruto laughed just before clasping his hands together and belting out, “Thank you for the food!” in unison with his son.
The 7th Hokage moaned in pleasure with the flavors that assaulted his taste buds.
“Wow, you really are good,” Naruto commented with a smile on his face, “This might even be better than your mother, which I never would have thought possible!” He snickered.
“What did you even eat before mom started cooking for you?”
“Hey, hey!” Naruto waved his chopsticks in mock chastisement, “I can cook. I had to teach myself a lot of things, ‘ttebayo! You people don’t give me enough credit for supporting myself completely for 13 years and almost completely supporting myself for another 6 years after that. I’m just not a fancy world class chef like Hinata…or I guess…you.”
“Mom told me how you insisted on cooking for her once when she was pregnant…Whatever you made was so awful she threw up!” The seventeen year old wiped his eyes of happy tears after a fit of laughter.
Naruto rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment, “Hinata said it was just morning sickness…”
“It probably was, I’m just teasing,” Bolt reassured his father with a sympathetic look.
“She had a very sensitive stomach when she was pregnant with you. Couldn’t eat anything, not even cinnamon buns, which she loves so much. Himawari and Jaraiya were much easier to deal with.”
“Yeah, she also said that the whole thing was made even worse by your constant freaking out.”
“Hey, it was scary okay? Our first child…I had no idea how to even begin to be a father, my father figure examples were few and far between, and pregnancy is scary! There are so many things that could go wrong! I didn’t want to mess it up…Although, I guess I didn’t really prevent that.” Naruto and Bolt met this last comment with a frown.
“I’m sorry for what I said earlier,” the younger piped up, “I know you’re only working this hard so we don’t have to go through what you and Mom did.”
“That doesn’t mean I shouldn’t make more of an effort,” Naruto sighed as he picked up his miso soup bowl.
“Well, if you’re not doing anything, I was…Well, Mom and Hima and Jaraiya aren’t coming home until later in the evening and I was going to cook so Mom doesn’t have to….”
“Do you want me to help you?” Naruto asked his son with a small smile painting his cheery face. Bolt only nodded gingerly in reply.
“Okay, ‘ttebayo!” Naruto pumped his fist downward, “I’ll help you! We’ll be the dynamic cooking duo!”
Bolt shook his head and chuckled in disbelief, “Sure, Dad. Whatever you say.”