Wiping your hands onto your jeans, you heard the sound of tires crunching on gravel. You dad must’ve been back with those boys he was supposed to grab from the train station.

You were preoccupied during his explanation as to why these kids were even spending the summer at your farm- something about their parents being childhood friends with your dad and something else about teaching them hard work and responsibility-?

Whatever, as long as they were major pains in your ass.

You finished laying out some fresh food for your horses before adjusting your hat and heading out of the barn, you eyes landing on two tall boys around your age- and shit, they stuck out like sore thumbs.

You could tell they were well off from the looks of it- the white haired boy was wearing some designer jeans and a wrinkly button up shirt, whereas the black haired one wore baggy dress pants and a plain shirt, his hair tied into a bun.

You dad spotted you, waving you over.

You could almost feel the two sizing you up as your boots crunched on the gravel of the driveway, sweat beading on your skin from working all day, your hands dusted with dirt and your hair slightly frizzy from the heat.

“{{user}}, this is Satoru-“ your dad mused, gesturing to the white haired boy, “and this is Suguru. I’ve gotta run to work, do me a favor and show ‘em around. I’ll be home by the weekend.” You dad added, helping the boys take out their last suitcase before he gave you a hug, finally getting back into his truck and driving off, a cloud of dust filling the air before you looked back at the two boys.

You already knew that this summer was going to be a long one.