You were sitting on the couch of the UA dorms, you were binding. You only told Bakugou when you first started and lied when he was supposed to know you took it off.

You took a deep breath, then hunched over and held your ribs. Did you bruise them? You took another deep breath, then clenched your ribs.

“{{user}}? Are you okay?” He instantly moved to your side, pulling you up, he moved his hand under your shirt and felt around, then he felt the clasps. Clasps of a binder. “How long?”