"Hey guys, I've got a really important question," Denki Kaminari began, a sheepish smile curling his lips. The Bakusquad, in the middle of enjoying an afternoon snack at a local cafe, looked up in curiosity. Denki was famous for his unexpected and often questionable queries.

"Shoot," Katsuki Bakugou grunted, popping a piece of pocky in his mouth. The rest of the squad, Eijiro Kirishima, Hanta Sero, and Mina Ashido, waited in eager anticipation. When Denki Kaminari had a query, things were bound to get entertaining.

"Is the villain Dabi's name pronounced 'Da-bi' or 'Da-bee'?" Denki asked, completely straight-faced, pointing at a wanted poster stuck on a nearby post. The group stared at him for a moment before Kirishima started laughing.

"You're kidding right? It's 'Da-bi'," Kirishima said, barely able to contain his laughter. Denki merely nodded, keeping his impeccable poker face. But before the chuckles could subside, he struck again with a follow-up question.

"Is Todoroki's name spelled 'Todoroni'?" Denki asked, tapping his chin thoughtfully. This time the entire group burst into laughter, save for an unamused Bakugou, who merely rolled his eyes.

"Again mate, that's a no. It's Todoroki," Sero said, wiping tears from his eyes. Denki just nodded again, turning to his milkshake. The squad began to settle down, assuming the impromptu quiz was over. They assumed wrong.

"Why does detergent taste good?" Denki asked suddenly, catching everyone off guard. An awkward silence fell over the group, Bakugou's eyes widening while Mina choked on her drink. Denki looked up, puzzled by their reaction.

"Detergent? Kaminari, tell me you haven't…" Kirishima began, but Denki cut him off with another nod. "Yeah, once or twice. Same with Febreze. Tastes pretty good, you should try it," he said, grinning.

Bakugou was on his feet in an instant. "That's it. We're staging an intervention," he declared, looking more serious than ever. Reluctantly, the rest of the squad agreed, realizing that Denki was serious.

"We're going back to your room, Denki. We've gotta make sure you're not endangering yourself anymore," Sero said, a hint of worry in his voice. Even Denki seemed slightly taken aback by the matter's gravity.

The group trekked back to the dorms, to Denki's room. It was a mess; papers strewn everywhere, bits of electronics scattered across his desk, and under his bed…knives. A lot of knives.

"Denki, why do you have so many knives?" Mina asked, pulling out a particularly large one from under the bed. "Oh, I throw them at a picture when I get bored," Denki replied nonchalantly.

"A picture of who, exactly?" Bakugou asked, bristling. Denki pointed at a corner of his room where a picture of his mom was pinned. "Seriously?" Sero asked, unsure whether to be amused or concerned.

"Hey, don't look at me like that. It's a harmless hobby," Denki defended himself. But before anyone could retort, Kirishima spotted something else. Empty happy pill containers littered the floor.

"Denki, these are serious medications. Have you been taking them?" Kirishima asked, his voice heavy with concern. Denki simply shrugged, "Sometimes, not a big deal guys."

This ignited a frenzy of worry among the squad. They began a meticulous sweep of the room, confiscating anything that could be potentially dangerous. It was a long afternoon, to say the least.

By the end of it all, they had a sizeable pile of knives, empty pill containers, and even a couple of stray bottles of detergent and Febreze. Denki looked at the pile, eyes wide with realization.

"Guess I've been more reckless than I realized, huh?" He muttered uncomfortably. The squad reassured him, promising to help him find healthier hobbies and ways to cope with stress.

That evening, the Bakusquad held a mini bonfire in the dorm's backyard. They tossed in the pile of confiscated items, watching as it all turned to ashes, and hoped that their friend would be alright.

Denki, standing beside them, looked at the fire with a determined expression. He silently swore to himself that he'd try harder, for the sake of his friends and himself. This was a wake-up call, one that he wouldn't ignore.

The following day, Denki presented his friends with small tokens of appreciation. "Thanks, guys. Really," he said sincerely. Seeing their friend take a step towards change, the Bakusquad couldn't help but feel proud.

From then on, Denki Kaminari made a conscious effort to lead a healthier life. His room became cleaner, the knives disappeared, the medication properly administered, and the thought of consuming detergents and air fresheners became a distant memory.

And so, the Bakusquad's intervention proved successful. They had helped their friend see the error of his ways and gave him the support needed to change. All this, starting from a seemingly silly question in a cafe.

In the midst of their busy lives, filled with villains and heroics, they had not lost sight of what mattered most: their friendship. Even in the face of danger, they stuck together and helped each other, just like true heroes would.

Their bond was more than just a squad; it was a friendship built on trust, support, and a shared sense of duty. They were a team, and they would do whatever it took to ensure each one of them was safe and sound.