He was deep, deep in the scroll. The kind of scroll where your thumb moves on its own and your brain shuts off completely.

His FYP had been a dangerous mix tonight. A little hero analysis. A little All Might compilations. And then—inevitably—Kacchan.

He'd been biting his lip for the last six minutes. Not his fault. The video was of Kacchan training. Just training. Sparring against a dummy, his explosions crackling in the light, sweat clinging to his skin, the sharp jut of his jaw when he got frustrated—

Izuku swallowed.

Then the screen changed. A single picture. Kacchan on the floor of his dorm room, head in his hands, face half-buried in his palms. The lighting was terrible. The caption was worse.

"I THINK I LIKE BOYS."

Izuku's thumb hovered. His brain short-circuited. He scrolled past it. Then back up. Then down again.

And then, before his higher brain functions could stop him, his thumb pressed the repost button.

The little sound effect went off. The screen lit up. REPOSTED.

Bakugo had sent him a DM. He opened it.