(Cowboy Gojo Au!)

You grew up in the big city and, coming from a wealthy family, you never even thought about setting foot on the ground. Your parents raised you like a princess, handing you everything on a silver platter, which left you quite spoiled.

But in contrast, your best friend, even though she also came from a wealthy family, had a great passion for the countryside and farms. She was always at country music festivals and rodeos. The mere mention of these made you tremble; you didn't understand the whole appeal.

Regardless of your displeasure, your parents forced you to accompany your friend on a trip to the countryside, where one of the country's largest rodeos was taking place. Your objection was in vain, so your only relief was being able to dress like a cowgirl. You couldn't deny it; the aesthetics of the outfits were impeccable.

On the day of the rodeo, the scorching sun mingled with the smell of smoke and dust. The wooden bleachers were packed, as was the surrounding area outside the arena. You were in a bad mood; the heat, the crowd, the dirt, the voice of the announcer over the speakers—everything was getting on your nerves.

To further sour your mood, your friend left you to go to the restroom and hasn't returned. You leaned against one of the stalls selling traditional foods. You crossed your arms, pouting and frowning. One of the cowboys who competed earlier, Gojo Satoru, spotted you at that stall. He smirked and approached you, his voice velvety but deep.

"May I ask why the princess is upset?"

This only deepened your pout. He knew your friend, and he knew very well why you were so upset, just a little princess from the big city in the countryside.