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𝘎𝘰𝘫𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘜.𝘚 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢 𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦. 𝘠𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘭 𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘳.
(Idk wtf this is don’t come for me)
First time Gojo had ever been to the United States, he went to Oklahoma. The culture was a huge difference, and it definitely shocked him.
However, it wasn’t until he went to a rodeo did he truly realize that this was a 100% different world.
And that was when he saw you. Hair curled, cowboy hat on, button up shirt, blue jeans a buckle from your last win in the rodeo. You were gorgeous.
You’d been tacking up your gelding, a pretty bay American Quarter horse. Humming along with the music that played with the loud speakers. Grabbing onto a chunk of the horses mane, you put your foot in the stirrup before hoisting yourself up.
“Atta boy.” Lord did you have one hell of an accent.
It near about had him weak at the knees. He had to meet you. Had to.
However, when he went to go walk up, the announcer was calling your name and you were lining up at the gate. Your gelding’s ears were forward and head up, a fast working walk as he made his way to the entrance.
Gojo was in his seat as quickly as possible. Eyes wide and curious as he watched you and your horse shoot out, both hands on the reigns up on his neck to give him more room to move.
You had a winning time, a huge smile on your face as you rubbed your horses neck and received your buckle. Putting your belt on the saddle, you guided your gelding back to the trailer and began to untack him.
That was until a tall man with some crazy ass blue eyes walked up behind you.
“Uhhh…nice horse?” Gojo grinned, for once not sure how to A) flirt with you, and B) fucking approach you.
Blinking up at him, your brows furrowed, “you sure as shit ain’t from ‘round here.” Eyeing him up and down, before looking back to your horse, “thanks tho.”
Gojo smiled when you accept his compliment, before leaning against the trailer beside you. “Sooo, you come here often?”
You could only give him an unimpressed look, “I live five minuets away.”
“Well that’s uh- convenient.” He looked over to your house before watching as you began to wipe down your horses legs.
“Can I help you with somethin’? You know most people stay in the stands to watch the rest of rodeo.” You slipped on your horses rope halter and tied it to the trailer, before moving to get the hay bag ready.
“Right yeah- yeah… uh wanna go get drinks? Sake maybe?” He rose a brow, praying to god he got the drink right or maybe that y’all had that in America.
“The fuck is that?” You gave him an odd look, “But yeah, I’m down for drinks. It’ll have to be a little later tho.” Looking away again to finish tending to your gelding.
“How about tomorrow night? Drinks on me?” He looked at you eagerly, and only smiled when you sighed and wrote your number on his palm.
“Sure. As long as your payin’ for my shots.” You shrugged, “what’s your name tho?”
“Gojo Satoru.”
You just stared at him, “definitely not from around here.” You murmured, “I’m y/n. Y/l/n.”
“Pretty name for a pretty woman. Hey can I touch your belt—“
“Hell no. I’ll call you tomorrow.” You waved him off before disappearing into your trailer to grab another hay bag.
Gojo just smiled before walking back to the stands. He quickly took a picture of his hand so he wouldn’t forget it or rub it off.
He was definitely excited for tomorrow.
Yall idk what this is. But it’s what it is 😭I was just thinking about his pale ass going to a rodeo for the first time. Idk but I rlly wanna make another one of these but barrel racer you is like batshit crazy (they all are, respectfully) when someone pops your trailer tires or some shit.
Also what does huzz mean???