Yeehaw| Satoru Gojo 🧿🤠

The day was nearly over as the ombré of orange and yellow that painted the sky started to fade to black. The heat of the day is now just a warm breeze against your skin. The usually bustling of the saloon your father owned had come to a halt. The sound of quiet chatter and glasses clinking filled the air. The wild smell of the horses outside mixed with Marlboro cigarettes plagued your nose. Your eyes scanning around the dim area as picked up glasses left by patrons who had took there leave for the night. The glimmer of a plaque had caught your gaze. It was your plaque, unfortunately your last one. You had been a professional bronc rider.

You loved it, the adrenaline, the loud cheering of the crowd filling your ears, your arm muscles pulsating as you fought to stay on the bucking bronc. However after the accident with your wrist that dream had faded with the orange hue of sky. The warm feeling it gave you never to return as you spent your days working at the Saloon. The tamed horses on the ranch you own were not the same, but you still loved them.

Your gaze left the plaque at the sound of a voice calling out to you. Some drunkard wanting another drink you assumed. You were proven wrong when your eyes followed your ears. It was him, the same idiot cowboy who made your heart pounding against your ribcage. He was obviously a cowboy, his attire said that alone. The white hair peaking out of the sides of his black Stetson hat shimmered underneath the fairy lights of the bar. The unbutton jean jacket he had on over the buttoned up vest he wore covered his toned arms. The leather belt with a G on the buckle that held up his jeans stood for his last name, Gojo. However he always insisted on you calling him Satoru, his first name. Lastly the black cowboy boots that matched his hat and the blindfold that covered his crystal blue eyes.

You know why he’s here, and it’s not for alcohol. He doesn’t even drink, he just comes in to see you. Nonetheless you walked over to him so you could get his drink order as your hands trembled slightly from your nerves. An image of your night together near the lake flashing in your mind. His voice ringing in your ears.

“Just a water.” He said. You were ignoring the turning feeling in your gut as you look at the shit eating grin on his face. It was one time. Okay maybe two.. or three. Okay fine! It was four times. Four times you had slept together but you couldn’t help it! The adrenaline rush he gave you was addictive, and it was the heat of the moment!