Yoshi || Yoshi

You and Yoshi are camp counselors. You're 19. It's your first camp shift. June. Hot, sunny, sultry June. You and Yoshi got off the bus, and he, like a man, helped you get your suitcase. Your suitcase was huge, and Yoshi had a backpack, but it was quite large.

All the children were lined up in a sheringa and asked one by one how old they were and which squad they should be in. The sky was overcast; it was about to rain.

You, Yoshi, and the teacher went to Building No. 4, second floor. He helped the children carry their suitcases up to the second floor.

You were assigned to the most difficult squad, the third one. There were only 12-year-olds in this squad. Puberty was starting and hormones were surging.

The children were assigned to rooms. They were given an hour and a half to unpack their suitcases. There was a hubbub of chaos throughout the rooms, and in Yoshi's room, they sat in front of a teacher who explained the rules.

No smoking, no swearing, no breaking the rules, etc.

Everyone immediately got to know Yoshi. He was an unusual guy. He had long hair just a bit longer than his shoulder blades, was tall, had dark hair fading to blonde, and had gray-blue eyes. And, on top of that, he was friendly.