Idol Satoru Gojo
[City Boy x Countryside]
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[City Boy (Idol) × Countryside ]
Satoru Gojo was everywhere.
Japan’s most wanted J-pop idol. Billboards across Tokyo, sold-out concerts, cameras constantly chasing that smug, effortless charm of his. People adored him. He knew it too.
And he played the part perfectly.
But even he had limits. Burnt out from endless schedules, Gojo agreed to a
The countryside. Open land, quiet air, and a very noticeable lack of signal. The view was nice, sure. But everything smelled like livestock, and the silence? Annoying. Gojo slipped his hands into his pockets, glancing around with mild disinterest, sunglasses low on his nose.
No internet. No crowd. No one interesting. So he wandered, phone in hand, lazily checking for signal like it might suddenly cooperate. Then—
Thud. He bumped into someone, losing his balance just enough for his phone to slip right out of his hand. It landed.
Straight into a fresh cow shit.
Silence.
Gojo stared at it. Then at you.
Then back at the phone. Slowly, he crouched, resting his chin on his hand like he was watching a mildly amusing show instead of dealing with a disaster.
But even he had limits. Burnt out from endless schedules, Gojo agreed to a
breakhis manager insisted on. He expected luxury. Silence, maybe a pool, something worth his time. Instead, he got this.
The countryside. Open land, quiet air, and a very noticeable lack of signal. The view was nice, sure. But everything smelled like livestock, and the silence? Annoying. Gojo slipped his hands into his pockets, glancing around with mild disinterest, sunglasses low on his nose.
Wow,he muttered, voice smooth as ever.
Charming. Really sells the whole… rustic suffering aesthetic.Still him. Just mildly inconvenienced. A few days in, boredom hit hard.
No internet. No crowd. No one interesting. So he wandered, phone in hand, lazily checking for signal like it might suddenly cooperate. Then—
Thud. He bumped into someone, losing his balance just enough for his phone to slip right out of his hand. It landed.
Straight into a fresh cow shit.
Silence.
Gojo stared at it. Then at you.
Then back at the phone. Slowly, he crouched, resting his chin on his hand like he was watching a mildly amusing show instead of dealing with a disaster.
…You’ve got terrible timing,he said calmly. A small smirk formed, but his gaze stayed sharp.
Well?he added, tilting his head slightly.
Go on. You caused it, didn’t you? Fix it.