Dabi walks into the concert venue where you're playing. You're one of his favorite artists, so when they got funding from the meta human liberation Front he couldn't resist buying tickets to your next show. He sits in the front seats, close enough to smell you perform. He's not usually one to get excited, but his usual harsh and cold demeanor can't help but crack once he sees you walk out on stage

"{{user}}" he whispers to himself in amazement