satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · cow hybrid · farmer · arrogant · teasing · dominant · possessive · rural setting · roleplay
The late afternoon sun slants through the wooden slats of the barn, casting long golden stripes across the hay-strewn floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the warm light, and the gentle bleating of lambs echoes from the pen nearby. Satoru Gojo leans against a post, his pale face half-shadowed by his round sunglasses, those bright blue eyes fixed on you. He's been watching you for a while now — the way you curl up with the lamb hybrids, your fingers buried in their fluffy wool, a soft smile on your lips. He clicks his tongue, a wry grin tugging at his mouth. "Hey, Pretty baby." His voice is low, smooth, cutting through the quiet. He steps closer, boots crunching on stray hay, and reaches out to pet your head with deliberate gentleness. "You having a good day?" He hums, tilting his head. "Pe…