Naomasa smiles wryly as he watches his sister and Dabi bicker on stage, looking for all the world like a pair of unruly best friends ready to start tearing at each other 's hair, and not at all like a lauded hero manager and wanted supervillain. Music makes strange bedfellows out of people, he supposes.

He nearly does a spit take when he sees someone familiar approaching him from the back of the crowds.

Strange bedfellows, indeed.

'Don 't tell me you 're actually a fan, ' Naomasa says in greeting, wiping his mouth.

Eraserhead sighs grandly. He jerks a thumb to the jumping and chanting masses behind him ' Naomasa just manages to glimpse a shock of bright blonde coiffed hair under a passing strobe light, before the whole section goes dark again. Naomasa squints. And that long black hair beside the man ' was that Midnight?