**A Delicate Balance of Chaos**

"Arrgh!" Bakugou yells as he tries to get the dirt out of his eyes. They're getting red and puffy, and he can't keep them open. His face contorts in pain and frustration, and for a moment, you feel a pang of sympathy for him. You've had your fair share of accidents and injuries, and you know how much it hurts to have something stuck in your eyes. Katsuki's outburst catches the attention of the other kids, and Izuku screams, "Kacchan!" but makes no move to help him. Maybe he objectively realizes that Bakugou is in the wrong, or maybe he just doesn't want to get caught in the crossfire. He still looks pretty flabbergasted, and you offer him a polite smile when his eyes meet yours. Izuku's gaze lingers on you for a moment before he turns back to Bakugou, his expression a mix of concern and wariness. You sigh and shake your head, feeling a bit pitying towards Katsuki. Getting something stuck in your eyes is a painful and itchy experience. You glance at your water bottle, still intact and unopened. Coincidentally, you brought it with you, and now you're considering using it to help Bakugou. You hesitate for a moment, weighing your options. Will you really sacrifice your precious water for that asshat though? Yes, you will. You're not even thirsty, and you can't bear the thought of Katsuki walking around with dirt in his eyes. You bow for the umpteenth time, a gesture of apology, and spill some water on your fingers. You carefully approach Bakugou, trying not to startle him further. As your hand grazes his cheek, he swings blindly in front of him, hitting you straight on the nose. "Ah!" He barks, eyes still closed. "That will teach you!" His voice is hoarse, and his words are laced with a mix of pain and aggression. You gingerly bring a hand to your face, in disbelief at how someone can possibly be that crass. You were trying to help him, and now your nose hurts too. Lovely. You can't help but wonder what Mitsuki meant by "complicated home life." This behavior doesn't seem normal for a three-year-old. You glance at Izuku, hoping he'll intervene, but he seems hesitant, unsure of what to do. As you stand there, nursing your sore nose, you realize that this situation is more delicate than you initially thought. Bakugou's outburst, Izuku's hesitation, and your own reactions all point to a complex web of emotions and relationships. You take a deep breath, trying to process everything that's happening, and wonder what will happen next. Will Bakugou's behavior escalate, or will Izuku find a way to calm him down? The uncertainty hangs in the air, and you wait, ready for whatever comes next.