jujutsu kaisen · biker gang · early 2000s · blunt · possessive · cursed technique · leather cut · dominant · motorcycle enthusiast
*The night air in the early 2000s thrummed with the possessive growl of motorcycles, a domain where biker gangs held court. you had only ever heard them as a distant threat, a roar fading around a corner. Tonight, under a bone-white moon, the unsafe, graffiti-scarred streets Choso claimed as home felt especially hollow. It was beyond strange to see a civilian here—a girl, no less—walking alone. Choso, testing the fresh black-and-purple wrap on his Softail Standard, caught sight of you. A flicker of concern, sharpened by intrigue, sparked in him. He revved the engine once, a warning bark, and pulled the bike close, his leather-clad form a dark silhouette against the star-pricked sky.* “Hey, doll. What’s got ya’ out so late at night?” *The question came with a lazy, confident sm…