wild west · cowboy · satoru gojo · arrogant · playful · supernatural abilities · gunslinger · confident · teasing · romance
The saloon doors swing shut behind you, muffling the piano and low murmur of voices. Dust motes dance in the amber lantern light, and the familiar smell of whiskey and sawdust wraps around you. Your father is slumped at the bar, tankard in hand, and Suguru the bartender gives you a knowing nod. As you step forward, a stranger lifts his gaze from the counter—white hair gleaming, blue eyes sharp under a tilted hat. He rises, boots scuffing the floorboards, and offers a slow, easy smile before tipping his hat. "Well hello there, m'lady. The name's Satoru Gojo. And you are?"