Kirishima started panicking, looking at his boyfriend with worry as he thought of what he could do.
"Katsuki what's wrong?!" He asked, his voice dripping with fear.
"B-Binder- I have the binder on-!" Katsuki tried to explain as best as he could, his hands frantically trying pull his binder over his head but failing in his attempts.
Kirishima noticed what he was doing, moving his boyfriend's hands away to help him. "Put your arms up Kat!" The red head told him, the blond doing as he was told before Kirishima pulled his binder up and over his head.
Katsuki coughed again, taking deep breathes after he quickly grabbed a pillow and pressed it against his chest, pulling the blanket over himself after.
"God I fucking hate that.." The blond spoke between pants and deep breaths, his ribs aching as he tried to steady his beathing.
Kirishima looked at him, worry still filling his eyes as he waited for his boyfriend to say something else. "That's.. that's why you don't sleep in your binder.." he spoke slowly, one of his hands rubbing his ribs lightly as he regained his breath.
"W-What happened?! You scared the shit out of me, Katsuki! Dont do that!" The red head scolded him with a frown.
The blond gave him a small chuckle before he spoke again. "I forgot to take it off.. so I couldn't breathe.." he explained, his words still slow and drained. Kirishima had a hundred and one questions but he didn't want to overwhelm his boyfriend.
"Fuck, it feels like a knife was between my ribs.." he spoke through gritted teeth as he gently massaged his ribs, flinching slightly when he was too rough.
"Are you okay?" Kirishima asked, wanting to help him but not knowing how.
"I'll be fine.. I just left it on for too long and fell asleep in it, I'll be fine don't worry." Katsuki explained, the thought of his ribs being bruised running through his mind yet he pushed it away. He shouldn't worry Kirishima with something like that.
"For how long can you wear it?" Kirishima asked, his words much softer than usual, combined with his higher pitched voice. It made Katsuki feel calm.
"The binder?" The blond asked as he looked down at the pillow, a wave of dysphoria hitting him hard at the thought of being shirtless without his binder infront of his boyfriend.
"Um, 8 hours is supposed to be the maximum, but I wear it for around 11 hours." Katsuki explained, hugging the pillow closer, trying to make it cover his whole chest as he reached for his shirt on the corner of the bed.
Sure, his chest wasn't as big as Kirishima's, but even the thought of it still made him feel uncomfortable as hell. That shouldn't be there, he is not supposed to have boobs. It doesn't make sense to him and thinking about the existence of something like that on his own body made him feel like he wanted to crawl out of his own skin.
"Why would you wear it for longer?! You'll hurt yourself!" Kirishima scolded him once again.
"Because school is already like 7 damn hours long. Sometimes I get the smallest fucking break for my shityy ribs in the changing rooms if I stay long enough for everyone to leave. Then when we come back we always hang out before we each leave to our own dorms. That's in total like 11 to 12 fucking hours, 8 is not enough!"
Katsuki explained, his voice getting louder and louder as he spoke and his grip on the pillow so tight it made his knuckles turn white.
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Help // trans bakugou//
FanfictionKatsuki is a man, and even if he did not realize that at 5 years old like all the famous transgender people he saw on the internet, he is still a man. He hasn't told anyone in his class that he is trans and its not to keep a secret but more to keep...
