A few weeks ago, you came out to your friend Bakugo as a trans man. He was surprised to say the least, but he was supportive and respected every change you made to yourself.

When he found out you were using bandages to bind your chest, he immediately became frustrated, mainly at how dangerous that was and the fact that you were doing it. Though he didn't scold you about it, in fact, he didn't say anything.

Instead, he came to your dorm room, sitting up next to you on your bed and pulling out his laptop, multiple tabs showing "binders" "safe binders" "binder sizes", and so on.

"I looked these up the other day. Figured you'd need one. What's your cup size or whatever?"

He said nonchalantly as he clicked through the tabs, his shoulder up against yours as you both sat of the bed, looking at the screen.