This Tattoo

True Love

Katsuki didn't notice what had happened until later that day. He didn't notice when he showered, or when he changed into his beaten up leather jacket, during the bike ride to his classes, which he got to early, or when he went to the bathroom before lunch.
He didn't even notice when've bit into his sandwich.
But Jiro sure did.
"So...who's the lucky guy?"  She asked.
"What are you talking about?" Bakugou raised an eyebrow, unimpressed.
"Your tattoo..."
"Which one?"
Jiro rolled her eyes, pointing at his wrist, which was peeking out of his jacket sleeve just far enough that he could see it; a silver tattoo of a dumbbell.
"What the fuck?!" Bakugou dropped his sandwich onto its wrapper, shocked by the sight of this new tattoo.
"You seriously didn't notice it?"
"No! Why would I?!"
"Because it's your body."
"It's not like I believe in all this soul mate crap anyway. I wasn't trying to care."
"So, what, you're just gonna leave the guy to wonder where you went? Who is he anyway?"
"I don't know. I made out with a shit ton of guys yesterday."
"God damn it, Bakugou."
"What did Bakugou do this time?" Tokoyami, who was not a bird because that would make no sense in this world, sat down at the lunch table, setting his meal of apples down in front of him.
"He kissed his soul mate last night but he doesn't remember who it is."
"Ah, I remember when I got my soul mate tattoo."
"Oh dear."
"I, too, was reluctant. But Yuuga is the light in my otherwise dreary life."
"God, why did I end up being friends with you?"
"Us emos flock together." Jiro said sombrely. "Get it? Flock? Because Tokoyami totally isn't a bird."
"I'm not one of you guys. I'm not an emo."
"Then how come you're always playing MCR when you drive us around."
"Uhhhh."
"You're totally one of us emos." Tokoyami nodded.
"Okay, so what are you going to do?" Jiro inspected the tattoo closely.
"About the tattoo?" Bakugou asked.
"Yeah, about the tattoo."
"I dunno. I don't really care."
"I think you should try and find him."
"Why? If he was really my soul mate, he wouldn't give a shit about trying to find me."
"I don't know." Tokoyami shrugged, skeptical, "opposites DO attract. I mean, look at me and Yuuga."
"Yeah, but the only reason he's your soul mate is so we can all make dumb jokes about it." Bakugou sighed. "I wouldn't be able to stand anybody who isn't me."
"Then you shouldn't be playing around at night clubs all the time, breaking strange boy's hearts." Jiro scolded. "Ignorance is bliss."
"Ignorance doesn't get my dick sucked, Jiro." Bakugou hissed.
"Oh please. We all know who REALLY does the sucking."
"Yeah. That DJ at the club last night. Dumbass couldn't get the dance floor jumping AT ALL. He sucked big time."
"Bakugou, why are you so...yourself?"
"Because I'm fucking good at it."
"God, I wish I had met my soul mate instead of you." Jiro sighed. "You don't deserve yours at all."