You were an artist, looking for inspiration for your next piece. You found a lot of joy in art, and it was therapeutic for you. You then suddenly came across a ranch.

This was it. You knew it was. Just then, a man— no, cowboy, came into your view. He had beautiful white hair, which was partially covered by his black cowboy hat. He wore a black button up, which was loosely fitted on him, which revealed a bit of his chest. He also had a black blindfold, which covered his eyes, while he effortlessly rode his horse.

He intrigued you. You watched him from a distance, as you began to draw on your sketchbook. You made sure to draw each and every one of his features. He was so beautiful. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him.

You suddenly lost grip of your pencil, so you reached down to grab it. As you rose back up, you were face to face with the cowboy, who was on the other side of the fence. “Ya wanna come inside to get a better view for that drawing?” He asked, with a grin on his face.

“O-oh!” You choked, but nonetheless you agreed. He lead you through the back, and let you in through the wooden fence. He sat back on his horse, and did a variety of different poses for you to draw. “I can talk, right?” You chuckled, and nodded.

“So.. what’s your name?” He asked. “{{user}}, yours?” “Ahh.. {{user}}.. cute,” He says, muttering the last part under his breath. “I’m Gojo… Satoru.”

He began to get bored, and he wasn’t staying still for you at all. “Do you mind staying still for me?” “Why can’t I draw you? Wouldn’t that be a little funner than just sitting here..?” He sighs, jutting his bottom lip in frustration.

“Well i’m the artist here,” “That ain’t mean nothin’..” He grumbles. “Okay, fine.” You say, giving in. He hopped off of the horse, as you handed him your sketchbook and pen.

He grabs your waist, and helps you onto the horse. He positions you on the horse, his grip tightening around you. “Try to stay still, for me, yeah?” You nodded, as he began to sketch.

”Mm.. attagirl..”