Mha Characters Dream Roles If They Were Theatre Kids Hcs!!

me and toga - velvet ring C:

I NEED IT AJSKSK. anyways raegan in the house !!

OMG HI POOKIE I LOVE YOUUUUUUU

anyways on with the story.

toga x ua student oc

btw chat this will be very angsty so buckle up

Raegan always knew that she wanted to be a hero. Since the moment she was born, she knew that it was her goal to make the world a better place.

She worked unbelievably hard, was insanely patient and kind to everyone she met. Eventually she got into UA and her goal of making the world into a better place was finally getting a kickstart.

When the LOV attacked UA, Raegan noticed that she was distracted. She saw the girl with blonde hair that they called a villain, but what she saw was anything but villainous.

A few weeks later, Raegan was wandering around the city, when she saw the league again.

Her instincts were screaming at her to run, but her feet were glued to their spot on the pavement. Her heart raced as the group got closer and closer to her.

“Hiiiiii!” Before Raegan could truly process what was going on, the blonde girl’s face was just inches away from her own.

“Hi.” Raegan mumbled, not fully aware of what was happening.

“You’re really cute! What’s your name?” The other girl said. She was in a school uniform and looked to be around her age. Why was this bubbly teenage girl hanging around a group of the most dangerous individuals in Japan.

“thank you,” Raegan blushed at the unexpected compliment. “I’m Raegan. You?”

“Himiko Toga!”

From that day on they’d meet at the same spot and just talk. It was an escape for both of them. Raegan got to complain about UA without feeling like she was being ungrateful for the opportunities she had there.

This relationship would continue for a few months. Talking for maybe a bit longer than they should, glancing for just a second too long to be friendly. Hands lingering after hugs a little more than platonically.

Of course, nobody wanted to address the elephant in the room. Toga was a villain, and Raegan was training to become a pro hero.

One night when Raegan was getting up to go, Toga grabbed her hand and stopped her.

“I love you.” Toga said, barely above a whisper, her gaze fixated on Raegan’s lips.

Raegan’s eyes widened, and she took a step back. Sure, she loved Toga, but she wasn’t ready to be anything more than what they already are. They couldn’t be anything more.

“I-I’m sorry.” Raegan shuffled backwards, avoiding eye contact. Toga let go of her hand.

“Join us.” Toga bursted out. “The league I mean.”

Raegan began, “no Toga, you know I ca-”

“Why not? You always complain about school.” She said, more angry.

“because. It’s wrong, I’m not a..” Raegan trailed off.

“A villain? A monster? Is that how you see me?” Toga nearly shouted, tears welling up in her eyes.

“No, it’s not like that-” Raegan started.

“No, don’t worry I get it.” Toga interrupted, leaving Raegan speechless as she stormed off.

They both knew it’d never work, and they both left that day feeling like fools.

They wouldn’t reunite again until Toga’s funeral.

Raegan had boyfriends, husbands even, but none could compare to the blonde that she once had.

yall i have a rent obsession now how do i stop being a theatre kid and crying over a fictional couple

i felt like rebranding myself so here are my hcs about what music the UA students listen to so here we go

(i’ll make a part 2 with more people)

Izuku Midoriya

you cannot tell me that this boy doesn’t unironically listen to the entire Pray For the Wicked album by Panic! At the Disco.

He definitely listens to Imagine Dragons when he’s training 💀

He also listens to musicals and soundtracks a lot (he has hamilton memorized)

Mina Ashido

Hear me out, she LOVES Chappell Roan

She’s def a little fruity or at least an ally (will try to teach Aizawa the hot to go dance)

She also undeniably loves Brat by Charli XCX

Eijiro Kirishima

Dad Rock Fan

His favorite song is Seven Nation Army

Knows everything about the Grateful Dead for some reason

Denki Kaminari

His favorite song is Pretty Fly (For a White Guy) by the Offspring which i think makes complete sense

In general likes the offspring, green day, and other pop punk from that era

Institutionalized by Suicidal Tendencies is his favorite to listen to during training

His favorite band is machine girl and he also likes death grips

Gets most of his reccomendations from Jiro

Katsuki Bakugo

He listens to punk

Dead Kennedys, Sex Pistols, Misfits, The Clash etc.

he dabbles in riot grrl and grunge but is very hesitant to take reccomendations from others

Favorite Song is Police Truck

in general likes angry songs

Ochaco Uraraka

Since she grew up poor i hc that she mostly listened to cds she found in thrift stores

after joining UA, Jiro and Mina introduced her to a lot of stuff

She loves folk punk

Her favorite band is the Moldy Peaches

Her favorite song is Deceptacon by Le Tigre

Shoto Todoroki

He’s sheltered as fuck so before coming to UA he rarely listened to music

I feel like he really gets into radiohead because it has this sort of passive anger to it

He also definitely likes Sufjan Stevens, Phoebe Bridgers, and other soft sad music

Also a big classical fan

Hanta Sero

He definitely listens to rock

Smashing Pumpkins, Nirvana, Hole, etc.

I feel like he secretly likes some emo stuff too like Sunny Day Real Estate and mcr

Momo Yaoyorozu

She is a beatles girly

George is her favorite

Also likes Simon and Garfunkel

In general melodic 60s stuff

Toru Hagakure

She is obsessed with Sabrina Carpenter

Olivia Rodrigo too

Has the Guts album on vinyl

i have that shirt too kurt

Can I request an established relationship with katsuki x reader where reader has a healing quirk, but whateber injury she heals, she feels a fraction of the pain and drains her own energy.

she had to heal a lot of civilians in the mission and katsuki finds her before she passes out

Borrowed Pain

The battlefield was finally quiet. Smoke and dust still clung to the air, the acrid scent of destruction mixing with the metallic tang of blood. It had been a brutal fight—villains tearing through the city like a wildfire, leaving behind wreckage, wounded civilians, and far too much loss.

But you had done your part.

Your hands trembled as you pressed them against another injured civilian’s body, your quirk flickering to life in a soft, golden glow. You gritted your teeth as their deep gash slowly sealed itself shut, your skin prickling with the familiar burn of borrowed pain. The moment the wound disappeared, a sharp sting lanced through your own abdomen—a phantom pain, a fraction of what they had endured, but enough to make your breath hitch.

You had lost count of how many people you had healed.

Your body was barely holding together. Each time you healed someone, it took something from you—your energy, your strength, your stability. The worst part wasn’t even the fatigue; it was the cumulative pain, layer upon layer of injuries you hadn’t actually sustained, but still felt as if you had. Your arms ached as if they’d been broken and reset a dozen times over. Your ribs throbbed with phantom bruises. Your head was spinning from the strain.

But you couldn’t stop.

Not when another civilian, a mother clutching her unconscious daughter, was crying out for help.

Not when people needed you.

You forced yourself forward, dragging your heavy limbs across the debris-littered ground. You sank to your knees beside them, nearly toppling over from the sheer effort of staying upright. The little girl was breathing, but her leg was bent at an unnatural angle. Fractured, at the very least.

You exhaled shakily. “I’m going to fix her,” you murmured, mostly to yourself, because the mother’s sobs made it clear she wasn’t hearing anything beyond her own panic.

You placed your hands on the girl’s leg and summoned what little energy you had left. The glow of your quirk was duller now, weaker. You weren’t even sure if you had enough in you to mend the break.

But you had to try.

The moment the healing process started, a searing pain shot through your own leg. You bit down hard on your lip, trying to suppress the strangled sound of pain that threatened to escape. It felt like your bone had snapped, like the marrow itself was burning—but then, after a few agonizing seconds, it was gone.

The girl stirred with a soft whimper, her leg whole again.

But you—

The world tilted violently. Your vision blurred, colors bleeding together in a hazy mess. You tried to push yourself up, to move onto the next person, but your limbs refused to cooperate.

Your heart pounded sluggishly in your chest. You could barely feel the ground beneath you.

Too much.

You had given too much.

Your body swayed, and just as you felt yourself pitching forward, a voice—loud, rough, unmistakable—cut through the fog in your mind.

“The hell do ya think you’re doing?!”

A pair of strong arms caught you before you could hit the ground. The scent of burnt caramel filled your senses, familiar and grounding. Katsuki.

You wanted to say something, to reassure him that you were fine, that you just needed a second, but the moment you met his gaze, the words died in your throat.

His expression—fierce, scowling—was betrayed by the sheer panic in his crimson eyes. His hands, calloused but warm, cradled you carefully, as if afraid you’d break apart if he held you any tighter.

"You overdid it again, dumbass,” he growled, voice thick with frustration. “I told ya not to push yourself like this!"

You tried to smile, tried to play it off, but even that was too much effort. “People needed help,” you mumbled instead, eyelids fluttering.

Katsuki clicked his tongue, his jaw clenching. “And what about you, huh? Who the hell’s gonna help you when you’re passin’ out on the goddamn street?!”

You had no answer.

Because, deep down, you hadn’t even considered yourself.

You had only been thinking about them.

Your head lolled against his shoulder, exhaustion wrapping around you like a heavy blanket. Your body felt weightless and unbearably heavy all at once, limbs refusing to respond, breath shallow and uneven.

Katsuki tightened his grip, as if he could physically hold you together with just his arms alone. His heart was pounding against your cheek. “Don’t you dare pass out,” he muttered, shaking you slightly. “Oi, stay with me.”

But you couldn’t.

You fought it—really, you did—but the darkness was already creeping in, dragging you under. The last thing you felt before everything went black was Katsuki pulling you closer, the heat of his body a stark contrast to the icy numbness in your veins.

And the last thing you heard was his voice, raw and desperate.

“I got you, alright? Just—fuck—just stay with me.”

*-*-*-*

Your eyelids felt like lead, heavy and unyielding, but the warmth pressed against your side was familiar. It anchored you, coaxing you from the depths of unconsciousness. The air was different here—cleaner, free of smoke and dust, carrying the faint antiseptic scent of a medical ward.

You stirred, your body protesting with a dull, lingering ache. Every muscle felt wrung out, every nerve frayed at the edges. A low, irritated grunt sounded beside you.

"'Bout damn time you woke up."

The voice—gruff and unmistakable—sent a wave of relief through your foggy mind. You managed to pry your eyes open, blinking against the dim light. Katsuki was slouched in a chair beside your bed, arms crossed, brows furrowed in a scowl that didn’t quite hide the tension in his shoulders. His usual hero gear had been replaced with a simple black shirt and sweatpants, but he still looked battle-worn—his hands wrapped in gauze, a faint bruise darkening his cheekbone.

"Katsuki…?" Your voice came out hoarse, your throat dry and sore.

His scowl deepened. "Yeah, dumbass. Who else would be here watchin’ your reckless ass?"

You tried to push yourself up, but the moment you moved, a sharp pain lanced through your limbs. Katsuki was there in an instant, his hands firm but careful as he eased you back against the pillows. "The hell do ya think you’re doin’? Lay the fuck down."

A weak chuckle escaped you. "I feel like I got hit by a truck."

"Yeah? Well, servin’ yourself up on a silver platter like that’ll do that to ya." His voice was gruff, but the tightness in his jaw betrayed something deeper—anger, frustration… concern.

You let your head rest against the pillow, exhaling softly. "How long was I out?"

Katsuki hesitated, then muttered, "Almost two days."

Your eyes widened. "Two—?" You tried to sit up again, only for his hand to press firmly against your shoulder, keeping you down with surprising gentleness.

"I swear to god, if you don’t stop fuckin’ movin’, I’ll tie you to the damn bed."

You huffed a tired laugh but obeyed, sinking back. "What happened?"

Katsuki exhaled sharply through his nose, running a hand through his hair. "You pushed yourself way too far. You were burnin’ up, shakin’ like a damn leaf. Could barely fuckin’ breathe." His fingers curled into fists. "You scared the shit outta me."

That last part was muttered under his breath, almost like he didn’t want you to hear it. But you did. And it sent warmth blooming in your chest, even through the exhaustion.

"I just…" You swallowed, throat tight. "People needed me."

"Yeah? And what, you don’t?" Katsuki snapped, eyes flashing. "You think you can just keep throwin’ yourself away for everyone else and it won’t fuckin’ matter?"

His words struck something deep inside you, something raw and unspoken. You had always known the risks of your quirk. The cost of healing. But you had never really thought about what it did to you—only what it did for others.

Katsuki dragged a hand down his face, exhaling hard. "Look, I get it. You wanna help people. That’s what heroes do. But not at the damn expense of your own life, dumbass."

You hesitated, searching for the right words. "I don’t know how to stop."

For a moment, he just stared at you, something unreadable flickering in his gaze. Then, with a sigh, he shifted closer, resting his forearms on the edge of the bed. "Then I’ll make sure you do."

His voice had lost its usual bite, softened into something steadier. A promise.

You met his gaze, and for the first time in a long while, you let yourself lean into the warmth of someone else’s care.

"Okay."

Asui

idk what you want me to write about asui but i’ll just do headcanons of what it’d be like to date Tsuyu Asui!

She’s very wholesome so most of your dates would probably be cute picture worthy ones

For your first date she’d take you to a flower field to have a picnic

i personally hc her as a lesbian

i feel like she’d probably be into the whole cute decorated letters and artsy gifts that aren’t too flashy but are a testament to how much thought and effort she puts into her relationship

i feel like she’d probably have really good perfume recommendations for some reason

i might add more later!’

UA Students music headcanons part 2

should i make a part 3 with non class 1a kids??

Fumikage Tokoyami

Post Punk Fan

Loves Joy Division

Sonic Youth, the Pixies, Cocteau twins are all his favorites

Also a bit of a goth kid w/ Siouxsie and the Banshees, Bauhaus, New Order, etc

Mezo Shoji

Like the most basic rock music

AC/DC, Metallica, Led Zeppelin, you name it

he does fw Joan Jett too though

Kyoka Jiro (MY FAVORITE)

Oh man do i got a lot to say about her

she likes riot grrl, shoegaze, and pretty much anything that’s good

her main playlist is over a week long

Her favorite band is The Cure (she loves robert smith)

she gives the rest of the class recommendations all the time

Her favorite album is In The Aeroplane Over the Sea

she’s definitely not based on myself

Rikido Sato

tbh i feel like he listens to video game soundtracks 😭

I imagine they’ll be training and Uraraka will ask him what he’s listening to and he’ll say “the song from tetris”

overall a silly dude

Koji Koda

favorite song is Soldier, Poet, King

likes softer quieter music

favorite album is Trick by Alex G

Mashirao Ojiro

Listens to like random rap

Eminem, Tyler The Creator, Drake, etc.

Is a crazy Frank Ocean fan

Tenya Iida

I feel like he’d be a big classical fan

In specific i feel like he’d like Bach, Beethoven, and Mozart

His favorite pieces are Carmina Burana and Handel’s Messiah

Tsuyu Asui

Tv girl fan

Her favorite Singers are Clairo and Billie Eilish

in general a very wholesome gal so expect mostly clean cute pop

Yuga Aoyama

cannot tell me that this diva doesn’t listen to Lana Del Rey

Lorde and Mitski are honorable mentions

He loves Born to Die

His favorite songs are Brooklyn Baby and Lolita

Minoru M*neta

Machine Gun Kelly (deragatory)

Listens to the music by Jake and Logan Paul

Kanye fan

I just rewatched x men and oh my god hugh jackman is so cutie patootie

every time i watch a recent marvel movie it makes me want to reboot the whole thing and do my own casting and switch it up lmk if yall are interested in my personal new castings and plots of marvel movies (specifically avengers)

If ghosts were real—well, Bakugou didn’t believe in ghosts, but if they did exist—they lived in the spaces people left behind.

And you happened to have left behind too many.

It wasn’t just the obvious things. Not the clothes still folded in your drawers, untouched. Not the way your books still sat on the shelves, the spines cracked from overuse, the pages filled with notes in the margins. Not even the stupid coffee mug you always used, the one you once swore made everything taste better, still sitting exactly where you left it on the kitchen counter (because it had his and your face printed on it).

No, the spaces you left behind were quieter. More insidious.

Like the empty seat across from him at the dining table, where you used to sit, eating straight from the pot that one night because, “Why dirty another dish?”

Like the sound of the bathroom door not opening in the morning when he’s actually using the toilet—dammit, you didn’t even have the care in the world to give your boyfriend some privacy—the absence of your muttered complaints about how the water took too long to heat up.

Like the other side of the bed, cold and untouched, where he still reached out in his sleep, half expecting to find you there. Anticipating to hold you closer to him.

Grief was a strange thing to Bakugou.

It wasn’t like pain. Pain was easy. A broken rib, a busted lip, the sharp sting of impact—those things, he knew how to handle. You grit your teeth, you clench your fists, you keep moving. That was what you did. That was the kind of man he was.

But grief wasn’t like that.

It wasn’t a punch he could take and shake off. It was a weight pressing down on his chest, invisible but suffocating. It was the silence of an empty apartment. It was the echo of your voice in his head, the way his brain still filled in the blanks in conversations you should have been part of.

It was standing in the grocery store, staring at the shelf, reaching for the brand of tea you liked before stopping halfway, fingers hovering in the air, before dropping his hand back to his side.

What was the point?

He hated how much space you had taken up in his life. Hated how even in your absence, you still lingered, threading yourself through his routine, his thoughts, his goddamn muscle memory.

But more than anything, he hated how much he wanted it to stay.

Because if ghosts were real, then maybe—just maybe—you weren’t completely gone.

He hadn’t cried. Not when he first got the news. Not when he stood at the funeral, jaw locked so tight it ached. Not when he walked through your apartment alone for the first time, every corner of it filled with your presence, your things, the remnants of the life you lived.

But tonight, he was exhausted.

Physically. Mentally. It comes down on him like something tangible, something inescapable—all at once.

And for the first time in a long time, he spoke into the silence.

“…This is fucking stupid.”

His voice was hoarse, rough from disuse.

Nothing answered.

Of course, nothing answered.

Still, Bakugou exhaled sharply, scrubbing a hand through his hair. “You’d be so pissed at me right now.”

The quiet stretched.

Bakugou let out a humorless laugh, shaking his head. “Tch. You always said I was too stubborn for my own good. But look at you. Still haunting me, huh?”

His eyes flickered to the couch, where you used to sit cross-legged, laptop balanced on your knees, pretending to listen to whatever bullshit he was ranting about while actually getting work done.

A strange, bittersweet feeling lodged itself in his chest.

“…You remember that time you swore up and down that ghosts were real?” he muttered, voice quieter now. “I told you you were full of shit.”

Silence.

His fingers curled into fists. “Kinda wish you were right.”

No answer. No sign. Just the hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen, the faint buzz of the city outside the window.

But in the quiet, he thought—just for a second—he could hear it.

A breath. A whisper of movement. The sound of something shifting just out of sight.

He knew it was nothing. Just his mind playing tricks on him.

But still, Bakugou closed his eyes, exhaled, and let himself pretend.

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bakusquad studying hcs bc i have an exam tomorrow and i don’t want to study (+sero and jiro bc i love them)

Mina cannot focus unless someone else is actively working on the assignment with her or they’re having a conversation about the topic but everyone else in the group knows this except her so they’re constantly trying to keep her on task

Sero doesn’t study. he finds it boring. He calls doing his missing assignments he was too lazy to do earlier studying and acts like he’s a scholar whenever he motivates himself to do a single question.

most of the studying is just sero and denki walking to the vending machine and coming back with empty wrappers because they ate all the snacks on the way back to the rest of them so they go to the vending machine again and the cycle repeats itself

Bakugo is so competitive about grades that if he gets less than 100% he will study like crazy and make it the rest of the group’s problem

Kirishima spends a majority of the time telling everyone else to lock in and saying that he himself is locking in while actually getting little to no work done himself

Whenever Mina gets a bad grade on a test she didn’t study for she tells everyone she’s “about to crash out” but just sits there and complains about how aizawa is biased

Jiro threatens to drop out and become a villain whenever they have a difficult subject to work on

Kirishima has color coded notes with little tabs and his handwriting is insanely neat

Denki’s handwriting (when he remembers to take notes that is) is barely legible

Bakugo keeps all his notes for all his classes on an insanely long google doc

Jiro’s notes are covered in doodles of stars and spirals

Sero cannot spell for the life of him so nobody ever asks to borrow his notes because he’ll find a way to misspell the word “and”

They fight over studying music constantly

When Bakugo picks it it’s all Nu metal

Mina picks upbeat pop

Sero plays acid rock

Kirishima picks the random youtube piano covers of 2010s pop songs

Denki plays the jeopardy theme song on loop and claims it helps him think better

Jiro plays classical music because it makes her feel more academic

when they have to read a book for class the only one that actually reads it is Kirishima

all i can think of rn lol