The whole soul mate thing died down for Bakugou by the next Saturday. Jiro had met this guy and couldn't stop talking about him, so nobody really brought up the shitty haired redhead.
He had almost forgotten about it, save for the tattoo, until the next Wednesday.
He was sitting at his favourite Café, face buried in text books, when the door slammed open and a girl with pink hair stormed in, right for him.
He was wondering who she was when her open palm slammed into his face, stinging like a cut.
"Hey! What the fuck?!" Bakugou rubbed his cheek. People were staring.
"Where the fuck have you been?! Kirishima has been looking for you EVERYWHERE!"
"Who?"
"Your soul mate? The love of your life? The sweetest guy to ever walk this earth?! The one you abandoned?!"
"Look, lady, I don't know who you are or what you're talking about."
She grabbed his arm, pulling his sleeve down to reveal the tattoo. "Is THIS ringing any bells?"
"Just Dumbbells."
"Jesus. You're the biggest piece of shit. I can't believe our Kiri has to settle for a jerk like you."
Bakugou, brain fried from hours of studying, couldn't figure out what was happening. Who was Kiri? Who was this chick with the pink hair? Why was she talking about his tattoo-oh...
"This Kiri guy is the dumbass I made out with two Saturday's ago, isn't he."
"Brave of you to call him a dumbass when you're even more of one."
"Look, can we take this outside? We're drawing attention."
"No. We can't take it outside. This is your punishment."
"I literally won't be able to come back here after this."
"Good."
"What do you even want from me?"
"I want you to take responsibility for yourself and go on a date with your damn soul mate."
"What can you do to make me?"
The pink haired girl gave him a narrow glare, eyeing the bag at his side, which had his university's logo on the front.
"Université Académie? I know that place. Real prestigious. I'd hate to see what they'd do to such a dedicated student if they found out about him hanging out in sleazy clubs and making out with strangers."
"Don't." Bakugou warned.
"Give the poor guy one date. He's torn up about being rejected by his own soul mate. He's trying to hide it all from us, but my room is right next to his and I hear him crying at night. That's on you, dude."
Bakugou swallowed. Why did this have to catch up to him now of all times. He had a test to study for and assignments to turn in.
"I'll give him one date. But that's it. I don't do relationships."
"One date and an apology. A sincere one."
"Fine." Bakugou groaned.
"And it has to be a nice date. You can't just take him out for fast food. It's gotta last from five until eight AT LEAST."
"Fine. I'm free this Saturday. I can meet him here at five."
"If you don't show up I'm making your life a living hell."
"Trust me. You're already doing that."