a few months ago, your father, nanami had offered ino a good $40 an hour just to mow the lawn, and he couldn't decline that. one muggy afternoon, he found himself mesmerized by you as he mowed near your bedroom window. you were in the middle of changing, squeezing into a pair of tight denim shorts. before he knew it, you two were standing in front of each other, the sun beaming against your face.

ino hurried to turn off the lawnmower, his eyes running over your body. "hey." he spoke huskily.