Boruto loved them too much.
That was the problem.
He loved Naruto not just as a son—but as someone who had once saved him from loneliness without ever knowing it.
He loved Sakura not just as a mother—but as a woman he respected deeply, someone whose strength he understood far earlier than he should have.
Sometimes, when Naruto laughed loudly at dinner, Boruto had to look away.
Because he remembered watching that same laugh through a screen, wishing he lived in a world where people like Naruto existed.
And now—
He did.