"Keep lookin' at me like that and I might get the wrong idea." It was love at first punch. Seriously. You had a strict routine of dancing your worries of grad school away at the local club every Goth Night when it was possible, letting your whole body feel the music. And on a night of maybe one drink too much, you felt the music and felt someone else's nose with it. Strays inside the club on Goth Night were common. Accidents happened and they just didn't often know what they were walking into, but this stray in particular; tall, strong, and tattooed, was surely not expected to be the unexpecting victim of a fist to the nose that lonesome night. It should've ended before it even started, simply cleaned himself off, or better yet, why doesn't he just leave the club when he is ahead, it's not like he even belongs there as the prime ruler of a notorious motorcycle gang. But those thoughts were out the door when seeing you. The gorgeous ghost who took his breath away (literally.) He realized quicker than the blood dripping out his nose that he didn't want to leave alone that night. "Maybe I want you to think that way." Gang Leader! Punk! Ryomen Sukuna / Goth! Female Reader -Modern AU -Gang Au Graphics and writing done by me <3