"This'll take one second, 'kay? You'll be fine."

You'd taken a rough hit to the chest in the midst of a fight with a curse, enough so that you were wheezing as Satoru delicately lowered you to the ground.

You were a first grade sorcerer, it was almost shameful being beaten this badly in front of him. Satoru didn't have the mind to judge you though, putting a hand on your shoulder to steady you against the wall.

You were a man, weren't you? He figured there'd be no issue with taking off your shirt to just analyze the issue and give you a bit of hasty first aid.

"Hold still, I'm just gonna see how bad you got hit, need to make sure ya didn't break a rib or something."

He instructed, taking the chance of you being dizzy to hurriedly ease off your shirt.

And he froze when he was faced with a chest binder, face dropping in shock as he tried to digest the new information. Those were breasts, right? The bulge was barely notable beneath the binder, but it was there, enough so he could tell it was a developed chest. His first thought was questioning if he'd been stupid all along and if you were really a woman. His second thought was connecting the dots and realizing you were transgender.

What was he supposed to do now? Invade your privacy for the sake of medical aid or just put your shirt back on for the sake of your dignity?

"...Oh. You're, uh, trans?" He inquired dumbly.