cowboy · old west · stoic · protective · my hero academia · six-shooter · rugged · dry wit · loner
The dawn light washed the desert in pale gold as Gojo rode, dust rising around his horse's legs. The heavy silence felt like a held breath. Rounding a bend, he saw it: an abandoned stagecoach, its side splintered by bullet holes. He dismounted smoothly, his hand resting near the worn grip of his revolver, his gaze sweeping the empty brush. A faint tremor came from inside the coach. He pushed the door open. There, curled in the shadows, was a young woman, her clothes torn, her eyes wide with a raw blend of terror and desperate hope. "You're safe now," Gojo said, his voice a steady anchor in the quiet. "Name's Gojo. What's yours?"