Endeavor gets burned. Only figuratively, sadly.

"Oh shut up." Dabi said irritably to the groaning man on the floor, "Those burns aren't even second-degree."

The best thing about Oto was that while everyone was given the strength to stand alone, they didn't need to, from the orphans taken under Sound's wing to the tireless fighters at its highest levels. Meaning that while Nono could certainly deal with the irritant that barged in the clinic, he'd do so for her and let the doctor rest.

Naturally, when villains barged in, heroes followed after, causing even more property damage. He heard the roar of flames before he actually saw the man they were emitted from. Endeavor. The old man himself.

"Yo." Dabi waved lazily, propping his feet up on the table. Nono would forgive him if he was doing it to fuck up the old man. "You're late. Oh, and stop being a ridiculous blowtorch, are you blind?" He pointed at the sign of a crossed out burning match. "No open flames, including yours. There're highly flammable substances here, and my parents would never forgive you if you ignite a solvent or denature a vaccine or something."

Comprehension seemed to dawn on the nominal hero, as he saw the wounds on the moaning villain and looked past the dyed hair, burnt skin, and lazy sprawl. "Touya." Endeavor growled, "So you didn't end up on the streets. Instead, you took up with these degenerates."

"Who's Touya?" Dabi asked innocently, "I'm Dabi. You must be oxygen-deprived, Endeavor, if you're mistaking me for someone called Touya. Are you sure you feel okay? You should lie down and get checked up--I'm sure mom'll pull out the biggest needles we have."

The man's flaming mustache flared up even more, "Touya," he snarled, "I've put up with your ridiculous rebellion--"

"--Mom! Parent! There's a crazy asylum escapee calling me Touya!" Dabi called, grinning, "We need the extra-strength size XX straitjacket and a line to the nearest mental hospital!"

On silent feet, his parent emerged from somewhere. Dabi never managed to see them. "Why," smiled Orochimaru, "This is the Flame Hero, Endeavor. Shouldn't you be doing your job and not causing harm to us who it's your job to protect? Our tiles are melting, as are our pipes. Stop inconveniencing our lives. I would ask you to die, but that appears unlikely."

The serpent lifted a long-fingered hand to wave dismissively at Endeavor, long black hair brushing over a violet-covered shoulder.

"YO--" Endeavor took a deep breath, visibly composing himself, "Si-Ma-Whatever, I found my son here. Would you care to explain why he's here?"

"So you do have a fever." Came a cold voice from the hallway. Nono, dressed in blood-spattered white, pulled her hair up as she spoke. "I wonder what it is a symptom of. A malignant tumor? Dengue? If it were not for its infectiousness, I would hope that you are suffering from Ebola. Kami knows that you deserve it, Todoroki Enji."

"You."

"Me." Said the mistress of medicine, "It has been a long time since our last crossing, abuser."

Todoroki glared, "If you weren't barely on this side of the law--"

"Only barely?" Orochimaru cut in, amused. "Why, we are practically model citizens. We help the weak and heal the hurt, teach the young and give comfort to the old, supporting those who need it, and giving hope to those who have none. Kabuto-kun's even gone on to take an even more active role in improving society--he's going to Yuuei to advocate for reform. When was the last time you did anything productive for society, instead of spawning more grudges and forgetting that Rei is a person, not your property, and thus setting a poor example for all the youth of Japan?"

"He's a hero?" Dabi asked, "I hadn't noticed. Don't be silly, parent, Endeavor is setting an excellent example for all us young people--of what not to do, of course, but come on, it's pretty easy to look at a thing, think 'what would Endeavor do?', then do anything but that!"

"Oh," He added, "And get the fuck out of this place or I'll prosecute you for breaking and entering too."

He idly poked the pile of to-be-destroyed papers with a fire-tipped finger, the blue flames easily turning the whole lot into fine ash without causing any harm to his body. He had come a long way from those first days free.

Touya muffled a cough in his sleeve, grimacing at the smell-taste of charred fabric. His shirt was falling to pieces, just like his body, but at least its shape was still intact. He leaned against the alley wall. Just for a moment, he promised himself, he wouldn't die here, not when he still hadn't stuck it to the old man.

The next thing he knew was a face leaning into his space. "Hey." Said the black-haired woman worriedly, "Are you alright?"

"Fuck off." He tried to growl, but with his current condition, it came off more like a groan.

"Yeah, thought so." The woman snorted, "I'll leave you here to starve and die of infection then."

He glared at her from half-shut eyes. "Go away."

"Not planning to."

"Stop taunting me and go."

"Fine, I'm going."

He stared incredulously. In a smooth move, she tossed her cloak over his bony frame and dragged him to his feet, wrapping him up like he was an unruly cat. "Did I say anything about leaving you here though?" She asked cheerfully as he hissed and spat. "You can't say you don't need a few meals in ya and a shitload of bandages."

He most certainly could, but somehow, she managed to drag him through the red-light district, past a small-scale standoff, and finally into a rundown apartment. He was deposited on the world's most eye-sore couch. It was garish, but surprisingly squashy.

"Call me Cassandra." She said, as she washed tomatoes and chopped onions. "You?"

"Touya. Who the fuck are you and why the fuck are you doing this? Is this some sort of weird fucking pedo sex thing?"

"Just trying to get you on your feet." She shrugged, "You remind me of someone. First-aid kit's in the bathroom, closet's got something in your size, I think, maybe not. Anyway, take a look around. Mi casa, su casa an' all that."

Touya wasn't sure whether or not the woman was telling the truth, but he untangled himself from the coat, and well, things couldn't get worse, and there might be clues about the woman in the house--no--apartment.

He found the closet. There was a huge variety of clothes. Plain work clothes, jumpsuits, pantsuits, disturbingly short skirts, evening dress, a fur, and even an ornate kimono or two that the woman definitely shouldn't be able to afford if she was living in the slums. Further searching turned out a halfway decent pair of pants too short at the ankle and a shirt a size too small. After a moment's hesitation, Touya took a jacket as well. It was decent, though a bit flowery smelling.

A savory smell drifted through the apartment. His stomach rumbled in response.

"Dinner!" The woman called. He went to investigate. Western-style spaghetti, with a salad on the side.

What the hell. The woman served both of them huge plates of food, digging in without bothering to say itadakimatsu, and he followed her, shoving forkfuls of the rich food into his mouth without a care for manners, forcing himself to keep it down when his stomach tried to revolt. He needed the calories.

The woman finished before him and set her plate in the sink. "Help yourself if you want seconds," She said, "I'm off to put the water on and get the supplies out."

Cassandra came back into the kitchen/living room with a giant plastic bag and an absolute monster of a first-aid kit.

"Right, let's see your burns."

She worked in silence, cleaning out wounds with saline, producing ointment from a lower level and a half-full bottle of liquid bandages from a row of them, and sticking normal band-aids on his scrapes with the ease of long practice. "Alright." She announced, "Now go shower and change, your hair's greasy enough to be Snape's."

For some reason, he obeyed her.

He stayed with Cassandra for a couple of days, but then she got a call. Hanging up, she turned to him, face grim. "My holiday's over." She said grimly, handing him a card, "Odds are that I won't be coming back for months. You can stay here for as long as you like, but I think this place'll get burned down in a gang war. If that happens, go to this address and say that Cassandra sent you. Sound will help."

He clutched the wrinkled paper as he knocked on the door.

A man (woman?) opened it.

"Hello, Touya-kun." He said. "I'm Orochimaru. Cassandra sent you, I believe. Do come in, but please be quiet, my wife's asleep."

"I was told that you could help."

"I can." Orochimaru replied evenly. "Tell me what you need."

Too many things. A new name. An identity. Power. Vengeance. Everything came tumbling out, the burns, the fights, Endeavor's "training", his mother crying, Shouto's quirk manifesting.

Orochimaru listened attentively. Once Touya finished, he nodded slowly. "Do you have any short-term arrangements then?"

Touya shook his head.

"Kabuto-kun." Orochimaru said softly, "Would you mind waking your mother? This is a family decision."

"Sure thing!" Came a voice out of nowhere. Touya caught the hint of white disappearing behind a corner, but that was that.

"Tea?" Orochimaru offered, producing a pot.

Touya nodded dumbly, and was just accepting a mug when a vaguely familiar woman came in, followed by a young boy. "Yakushi-sensei?"

The woman had treated his burns during his childhood with a gentle touch of luminescent green light and a sweet afterwards, until Endeavor stomped off in more of a hissy fit than usual one month and the next time he was hurt, he was taken to an old man instead.

Yakushi-sensei smiled sadly, "Hello, Touya-kun. I'm sorry I wasn't able to save you or your family."

"Don't," he swallowed thickly, "Don't be. At least you tried. And I'm not Touya anymore."

Yakushi-sensei nodded. "Alright, then who do you want to be?"

He shrugged. "I'm not sure."

"Would you mind being part of our family then?"

"I've always wanted a brother." The silver-haired boy said, lying upside-down on the back of the couch, "And my parents have an adoption addiction. Name's Kabuto, by the way. Come on, join us, you won't even have a bedtime!"

He looked at Yakushi-sensei and Orochimaru. Both were smiling invitingly.

"Yes." He agreed.

"Then all that remains is deciding what to put on your papers." Orochimaru shrugged, "I, personally, am in favor of Amaterasu."

"Orochimaru." Yakushi-sensei said reproachfully. His eyes automatically flickered to Orochimaru, who simply pouted.

"Itachi?" Kabuto suggested with a grin.

"Kabuto." Orochimaru sighed.

"Tsukiyomi?" Yakushi-sensei asked, raising an eyebrow at the two.

"Mom!"

"Nono!"

"Dabi." Dabi stated firmly, because if they didn't blink at gods' names, they wouldn't blink at his.

"Why not?" Yakushi-sensei smiled. "Welcome, Dabi. Call me Nono."

Cassandra's a codename, by the way. Her quirk's Cassandra Truth, AKA anything true that she says won't be believed. Doesn't work with the written word, but note how nothing she says is an objective truth. Orochimaru helped her realize what her quirk was when everyone thought that she was a lying psychopathic brat, and Nono taught her to communicate despite that. She's working in black ops, same organization as Nono and Orochimaru. (Codenames all come from myths: Horus, Izanagi, Izanami, Cassandra, Chiron etc.)