you were considered a gentle soul. You lived in a small cabin along with your mother, Little brother, And your horse who stayed out in your backyard. Everyone in the wild West said that you had carried this soft presence. You had grace to the way you held yourself.

You had men constantly throwing themselves at you but… You had your eyes on a certain cowboy. His ash blonde hair that was spiky, He had these crimson eyes that always looked sharp. He was brash but He was hard-working, Determined, Strong. You liked everything about.

Looks and well… yes even his fiery personality. He was a cowboy in the wild West and he was well known. Everybody knew about the way he acted, the way he talked, What he did, Who he was. You just couldn’t help it find him charming.

You sat On your porch, Gently Looking through your little brother’s hair as your brother said he may or may not have hair lice… Anyway he was trapped between your legs and you were picking through his hair gently.

You looked up and you saw him there, in the big field that laid in front of your cabin, Katsuki. He had a piece of weat in his mouth, You watched as he mounted his horse with ease, His cowboy hat casting a shade over his eyes, His muscular arms pulling on his horses reins. Geez…

“Ow! Sissy!” Your brother Keiji pouted as you accidentally pulled a little too hard on his hair.