Bakugo is late to class

Your late katsuki Aizawa's voice was a flat line of annoyance his eyes not even bothering to look up from the mountain of paperwork scattered across his desk. Bakugo cheeks burned with a mix of anger and embarrassment. I had...... stuff to do he mumbled avoiding the gaze of his classmates who were already seated and waiting for class to start. He quickly took his seat. The bell rings and class settled into silence as Aizawa began to lecture. Bakugo mind drifted from the lesson his thoughts swirling around the one thing he couldn't shake off his secret. It wasn't any secret it was something that ate away at his confidence his pride as a hero and his manhood. He had always been self-conscious about his size but it had never affected his performance or his ability to be the number one hero.