scarecrow! denki kaminari x cowardly lion! ejirou kirishima x tinman! hanta sero x dorothy! reader; theatre au
🌷: you guys should tell me if you like this and i’ll post the endings i have for each of the boys
the new girl was illusive, and mysterious. she was a brand new transfer student, and she was already getting a lead, she didn’t even come to callbacks. people were saying she was actually on broadway.
you were the new girl, and none of that was true.
theatre programs, especially high school ones, were like their own reality tv show. dramatic, ridiculous, and hilariously entertaining.
from closing night the year before, thespians gossip and create stories about what the show will be, and who will get the roles. it’s a natural part of the process.
when everyone saw your name at the top of the cast list, all hell broke loose.
“who is y/n l/n?! is this a joke?!”
“i can’t believe this— i’m going to the director, this is ridiculous!”
“i’m gonna be sick, this can’t be real.”
especially the three leads, kaminari, kirishima, and sero. they went straight up to their good friend, director actually, and all asked the same question.
mrs. kayama looked up from her desk, already trying to sneak out of school from these exact type of questions. she moved her glasses up to her forehead, “i told you guys, there’s a new girl coming here after break, she reached out in advance to audition.”
“she wasn’t at callbacks, you never give anyone a role without callbacks.” kaminari started.
“well, she’s really good.” mrs. kayama shrugged, “and she’s nice, you’ll like working with her.”
and the conversation ended at that, the director getting up and leaving.
the first rehearsal was a read through of the script, right before winter break started. conversation buzzed from all the eager participants, including the leads.
but no one saw the new girl, which was the topic of their conversation to be honest, and since kaminari was always one to stir the pot, he raised his hand just as mrs. kayama was about to get started.
“hey, where’s our dorothy?” he asked loudly, looking around the theatre as well to be dramatic.
mrs. kayama adjusted her script on her lap, “she’s gonna be a little late, she’s still in school right now, i’ll read through her lines until she gets here.”
“seems she’s not very dedicated.” kaminari joked, leaning back into his seat.
the read through was smooth until you came walking in, you silently picked up the vibes of the theatre, taking a seat on the stage next to, who you assumed, were leads.
you took your script out and seamlessly picked up to the scene. it was just the wicked witch speaking, who was played by a girl with dark purple hair and thick eyeliner, she seemed sweet.
you looked next to you at the three boys next to you. the farthest one from you had shaggy black hair, that looked ruffed but purposefully done. he had dark eyes, that you couldn’t tell what the color in them was, it changed in the lighting.
he had multiple piercings, lip, eyebrow, and all the way along his earlobes. the jewelry was mismatched and a little odd, but they fit his vibe in a way. he had a lazy smile on his lips, his body language was languid and sleepy almost.
the boy next to him, closer to you, had yellow blondish hair with a black patch in the front. he had piercings too, but only along his ears, none on his face. compared to his friend next to him, he had an electric energy to him, strumming his hand on his thigh constantly.
the last boy, the one right next to you, was a healthy balance between the two, from what you could tell. he has one ear pierced and his septum pierced. his hair was a vibrant red and was gelled straight up to the sky. he had a friendly disposition, with a sweet smile.
he leaned down to your ear, his voice low, “hey, you’re y/n right? i’m assuming since you have all the dorothy lines highlighted in your book.” he joked, pointing down to your script, which had all your lines highlighted in pink.
his joke elicited a small laugh from you, “yeah, yeah, i’m y/n. it’s nice to meet you… um…”
“kirishima.” he flashed a friendly smile, “it’s nice to meet you, everyone’s been waiting to meet you, since you haven’t transferred yet—“
“kirishima, i love that you’re welcoming the new girl, but not right now.” mrs. kayama interrupted, adjusted the bright red glasses on her nose.
“yes ma’am!” “sorry!” the both of you spoke at the same time, he looked over at you with the same smile. he hit your knee with his knuckle and turned back to the person reciting their lines.
now that he mentioned it, you did feel kinda gawked at. you knew people would be curious about who you were, you felt like you were on display. when you walked in, people stared and whispered, and people were still looking at you.
yeah, theatre kids are really dramatic.
once the read through was finished, you felt swarmed. it was like a circle formed around you, all saying something different to you, but in reality, it was five people and only one was talking. what was really overwhelming you was their stares.
“so you’re y/n? oh my gosh— it’s so nice to meet you, when i saw your name on the cast list i was like woah, who is this? and then i found your instagram and i was like, woah she’s hot!” a pink haired girls came up to you, her bright eyes stared directly at you, and her words never paused until she got all of her thoughts out. she was already leaning on your shoulder, arm slung around you.
you laughed quietly, “yeah… you followed me, mina, right?” you asked, “i don’t think i could forget that pink hair.”
“yo, i like your voice, it’s like, smooth, i don’t know.” the yellow blonde guy complimented, “denki kaminari, scarecrow.”
you nodded slowly, returning the smile, just not nearly as bright. his eyes crinkle as his smile gets wider, like he truly was excited to meet you, “thank you… i like your hair, it’s fun.” your comment boosted his ego, lifting his chin up a little higher at your words.
the boy with shaggy hair interjected into the conversation, “hanta sero, tinman, nice meeting you new girl.”
“she has a name!” mina hit the taller boy’s arm, “stop with the stupid nicknames. anyways, i’m gonna add you to this group chat with all the leads since most of our rehearsals overlap. it’s me, momo, who’s playing the wicked witch, denki, sero, and kiri. so let me get your number.”
winter break was filled with impending doom and anxiety for switching schools. things weren’t good at your old school, but things could easily be worse at a new school. the leads group chat had been sending a lot of tiktoks, but you didn’t talk so it’s not like you could rely on them to help you.
on your first day, you didn’t know anyone in your classes, and most of them didn’t make the effort to talk to you. so the pit of anxiety got worse, increasing as lunch came closer and closer.
you didn’t even want to step into that lunch room. you remember mrs. kayama telling you that you could always ask her any questions when she was talking to you in the hallway earlier… but you weren’t sure if that extended to eating lunch in her room. regardless, it’s your only option, so that’s where you were heading right now.
you peaked your head into the classroom, seeing an empty classroom besides the back corner. mrs. kayama was sitting at her desk, grading, while kirishima, denki, and sero were chatting around her desk.
of course, they were probably asking for help or something, you should leave. you turned to leave, but mrs. kayama is all seeing apparently.
“y/n! did you need something?” she called out from her desk. you froze, wishing people weren’t so observant, before turning back around.
“it’s nothing… i don’t need anything.” you said with a smile, you did not want to admit you needed a place to eat lunch.
“what class are you in?” kirishima asked.
“lunch.” you shrugged, slowly trying to move out of the room.
“oh! me too!” denki called out, walking over to you, “we were talking about rehearsal today.” he dragged you over to the teacher’s desk.
“i’ve been waiting to start rehearsing all break, i’m so excited.” kirishima started.
“yeah, he’s always the first to learn his lines, he gets a bit eager.” sero informed you, with a smug smirk on his face.
“and you’re too relaxed, you never know your lines until tech week— if at all!” kirishima argued.
their friendly bickering made you smile. you never had friends, that’s why you moved schools, but you always wanted friends. good friends, that would laugh with you and not at you.
“you’re pretty spacey, huh?” denki commented, bumping your shoulder. you looked over at him and shrugged, “just, not a big talker.” you lied.
he looked at the lunch box your were holding, it had a floral design on it, something a mom would buy. “you need someone to eat lunch with?” he asked, taking the bag from you as the other two continued to bicker.
your heart sank, then bounced back and started rapidly beating. all the nerves in your body jolted, embarrassment did that to you a lot.
“you can sit with me, those two can as well.” the blonde smiled, not noticing your current emotions, “they don’t have lunch, they have study hall, but they always skip.” he looked through your bag, checking what you had packed.
you rubbed your arms and shook your head, “you really don’t have to.” you muttered. you hated being pitied, and you didn’t want to be an intruder in their friendship.
“no, seriously,” denki smiled, almost like it was his default expression, “sero! kirishima! you want y/n to sit with us during lunch?”
denki turned back to you, “so it’s settled, you’ll like us, i promise.” he put an arm around you.
in all honesty, it made you a bit uncomfortable, but you could never get friends if you didn’t accept the offers people presented you, so you silently agreed, not know what you just got yourself into.
it’s been three weeks now, filled with rehearsal and school, and it’s been the weirdest three weeks of your life. you thought going to a new school was gonna be a disaster, but people were actually talking to you.
maybe being dorothy gave you more clout and everyone thought they could talk to you. you weren’t complaining, it was nice having somewhat friends.
like right now, you were walking with sero to his locker after school before you two went to rehearsal. you did this almost everyday, with sero catching you walking out of ap euro.
“do you have the notes from yesterday for the cold war? his notes confuse me.” you asked, eyes focused on your ipad as you walked, trying to decipher the odd guided notes.
“yeah, i’ll send them over to you—“
as you two walked, someone flung open the classroom door you two were walking by, almost slamming you in the face, if sero hadn’t grabbed the door, “watch where you’re going dude!” the tall boy called out, “seriously, are people that inconsiderate?” he turned to you, letting the door go and continued walking.
“you’d be surprised how little people care when they don’t know your name.” you shrugged, closing up your ipad, “thanks for that though.”
he let out a annoyed huff as they got to his locker, “what do you know about people not caring, you’re super well liked.”
you let out a dry laugh as he fumbled with his lock, “you sure about that?”
“yeah! i don’t want to hear you be self loathing right now.” he smiled over at you, pulling the lock down and opening up his locker.
you let out a deep breath and leaned onto the wall, “do you even know why i switched schools?” you asked slowly, already feeling you heart rate speed up from the idea of telling him.
he just shook his head and shrugged, “you gonna tell me?” he didn’t think much of this conversation, he was relaxed in his posture, focused more on what books he needed instead of the conversation.
you hesitated, silently wondering if you should tell him. he probably doesn’t care, but i didn’t want to admit that you were so lonely it made you move schools. you looked over at him, his expression chilled and soft. you only made friends through honesty… right?
“well… i was super lonely, like i had not friends.” you admitted, speaking quickly, purposefully scuffing your shoes so you could look down.
you could tell he stopped moving, but you didn’t want to peek at his expression. you heard him drop his back pack and grab your forearm, “seriously?” his eyebrows furrowed as you looked up at him.
“that can’t be true.” he said quickly.
“well… i lived it, so yeah, it is.” you laughed, but it came out more bitter than intended.
he was quiet for a moment, before smiling at you, “then… for the record, i think you are a lovely person and an amazing friend, they’re missing out.”
his words filled warmth in your heart, and the overwhelming feeling you usually get either anxiety was replaced with peace. he moved on quickly after that, ushering you to rehearsal, but his words meant a lot, and you were hung up on them the rest of the day.
“okay, now, y/n, i kinda want you to be following him around, since he’s flying all over the stage, i kinda have to run after him.” mrs. kayama explained.
the choreography for if i only had a brain was already finished, but apparently mrs. kayama often changed most of the number after choreography was finished. so now your part is extremely different.
you just nodded and smiled, trying to think through the whole number with your new blocking. “…. the rest of the choreo can be the same, i just don’t want dorothy dancing with the crows and everything.” she explained, biting the arm of her glasses.
“okay, start the song from the beginning, and denki. sing.”
“yes ma’am!” he responded with a smile.
he really was a good scarecrow, his voice was smooth and charming, adding a nice southern tone to the character. he shined on stage as well, always having a bright smile on his face, or an over dramatic expression when dancing.
you loved watching him tap dance, apparently he had done it since he was a kid, so he was able to balance the dancing, singing, and acting to make one coherent number.
“if i had an ounce of common sense~”
“what would you do scarecrow?” you recited your line, leaning in a little bit to denki. then he gave you that stupid goofy grin, it was contagious.
he started singing again, and this is when you started following him around the stage. he moved around stage, flinging him limbs around like a good scarecrow does.
“oh i, could tell you why~”
he took your hand and spun you once, eliciting a giggle out of you.
“the ocean’s near the shore~”
you both turned out to the audience, sliding your leg out in a circle around you.
“you could think of things you never thought before~” you sang, leaning in towards him, “and then i’d sit—“
he lightly pushed you to the ground in a teasing matter, “and think some more~”
you quickly got up when the focus was on him and his singing in the following lines, before stepping into the same light as him.
“woah! why, if our scarecrow back in kansas could do that— the crows’d be scared to pieces!” you exclaimed, wide eyed and dramatic.
“they would?” denki replied, his expression just as exaggerated.
“well of course!” you laughed, denki walked to the other side of you, “where’s kansas?”
“that’s where i live! and i want to get back there so badly,” you furrowed your eyebrows and shook your head, “i’m going all the way to the emerald city to get the wizard of oz to help me!”
“your gonna see a wizard?” denki grabbed your shoulders and peaked over to lock eyes with you. “mhm.”
“do you think if i went with you, this wizard would give me some brains?” he asked, coasting his hand out in front of your face, like he was imagining his future.
“i couldn’t say…” you pouted, and denki let go of your shoulders, looking dejected.
you then turned to him and grabbed his forearms, “but even if he didn’t, you’d be no worse off than you are now.” you shrugged.
denki laughed a little bit, tilting his head, “yeah, that’s true.” he admitted, before going back into singing.
the song ended with denki out of breath, along with the tap dancing crows. you felt fine, your choreography was mostly just following them around.
“i loved that.” mrs. kayama started, “just needs to be cleaned up.”
“and denki, i loved the way you interacted with y/n, it felt very natural and curious, so keep making those eyes are her and everything, got it?”
you furrowed your eyebrows, those eyes? what does that mean? he couldn’t seriously be making eyes at you during rehearsal, that’d be stupid.
as you two left the rehearsal, walking to your cars, you looked over at him, “hey, what did she mean eyes? i’m a little confused.”
denki shrugged as he unlocked his car, “it’s nothing, don’t worry about it.”
you shook your head and laughed, “are you making eyes at me scarecrow?” you teased, shoving his shoulder.
he laughed as well, but something about his gaze at you felt longing instead of joking. “of course— no one can resist your charm!” he fell on top of you, which made you squeal.
he seemed to play stupid a lot, especially when people brought up his peculiar actions. he shamelessly flirted with every girl he came across, but you, it was odd. it would hurt you, but it didn’t feel like he thought you were ugly or lesser than, more like a boundary he didn’t want to cross for some odd reason. you felt respected around him, in a weird way.
it was four weeks to show week, which seemed like a long time, but to you, it felt like impending doom. you always felt behind and late, crawling to catch up when there was nothing to do.
you were walking to the performing arts room because there was a ensemble rehearsal you offered to help with. the stared at the floor of the hallway as you moved, until you saw black sneakers start walking next to you.
“kiri?” you looked up, seeing the vibrant red hair before seeing the friendly smile underneath, “what are you doing here?” you smiled, happy to have a friend to walk with.
he looked forward and shrugged, “i don’t have anything to do, and your hair was hypnotizing me from down the hallway.”
you laughed and gave him a look, “hypnotized? really?”
“yeah!” he exclaimed, like it was obvious. “it looks really good today.” his red eyes sparkled as he reached out to smooth it.
“thank you! i tried something new.” you explained, straightening your shoulders in confidence.
silence came over you two for a moment, before his words came out panicked, “i-i mean— you look good everyday! you look great everyday actually! if anything— this look is like— below average for how you usually look—“ he rambled, trying to correct his statement, despite the fact that there was no reason to.
if this was a test, the answer would be ‘leave the sentence as is.’
“i look… below average?” you asked slowly, trying to understand his fumbled words.
“no! that’s not what i meant like at all— oh my gosh—“ he put his face in his hands, groaning like it was a pillow.
he took a deep breath and locked eyes with you once again, “how you usually look is so amazing that today is like— okay! i’m trying to make a point about how you’re pretty all the time!” he finally yelled out as you two approached the door to the theatre room.
you burst into laughter, lowering down to the ground while holding your stomach, “y-yeah— i think i picked that up—“
you heard kirishima huff, before starting to laugh as well, “sorry, sorry—“ you giggled as you straightened yourself out.
you adjusted your bag on your shoulder, “i’m helping mrs. kayama with the poppy song… if you wanted to help as well.” you offered.
he smiled and opened up the door, “of course i will.” he held the door by the top of it and pulled it open for you, his bicep flexing softly.
he stepped into the room after you, “the melodies are super difficult so she wanted help with—“
“y/n! over here— we’ve got your costume!”
your shoulders drop in a deep huff, “i never get a break.” you muttered, “well, you are dorothy.” kiri teased, before walking to where the singing was coming from, and you walked towards the costume designer.
“go put this on and show it to mrs. kayama.” the costume director shoved the blue dress into your hands, then straightening his jean jacket.
the baby blue gingham on the dress was iconic, with gems being placed sparingly along the design. the neck line has lace hand sewed to the edges, same with the white puffy sleeves. it was a little short, but had a slightly longer white skirt layered under it.
you walked away to change, muttered about how dramatic the costume designer much better to bedazzle a dorothy costume.
you shuffled through the hallways awkwardly, trying not to let anyone see you in your costume, any straggling students who didn’t leave till late. sliding into the theatre, you awkwardly walked through the blocking the poppies were doing.
“sorry— excuse me— my bad—“
you walked out to the front of the stage, trying to find mrs. kayama, but you heard her before you saw her.
“oh my gosh!” her voice boomed through out the theatre, “your costume looks perfect— i love it, he did amazing with that.” she approached you from across the stage, running her hands across the dress.
she started asking you questions about the fit, if it was comfortable, “i need a second opinion, kirishima!”
you looked over to the boy, who had a star strucken look. his mouth was open, like there were words on the tip of his tongue he wanted to say, but nothing was coming out.
he got up from his seat in the audience and walked up, “s-she looks amazing.” he muttered quietly, almost like he was scared to admit it.
“not below average?” you teased, sporting a pout on your face.
he got all red, blending in with his hair, “you know what i meant!” he yelled, earning a giggle from you.
“does it really look good? like the jewels aren’t overkill?” you lifted up the skirt to look at the subtle bedazzling.
“no, no, it looks really good… the gems sparkle on stage with the lights… and it matches your eyes.” he admitted, scratching the back of his neck.
mrs. kayama got distracted by a freshmen asking a unneeded question at the moment, which always annoyed her. so you two stood there quietly for a moment.
all you could think about was kirishima’s comments recently. he was always complimenting you, and maybe it was normal cause he always made sure all his friends felt loved, but it felt different with you. he paid more attention, checked up when you got quiet, and went out of his way to find you instead of expecting you to come to him.
it made you feel worthy, and beautiful, in a way you never felt before.
“you… really think i’m pretty, huh?” you commented quietly.
he adjusted your puffy sleeve, all attention on you in those red eyes, “yeah, thought it was obvious.”
rehearsal’s with full run throughs were your favorite. the bustling energy and full cast made you excited for show days, but today you were stressed out.
just earlier that day, during lunch, the three boys decided to casually mention that they were getting an actual dog for todo.
“wait— what did you just say?” you asked quickly, setting your lunch down.
sero looked at you with a furrowed brow, his piercing glistening slightly, “yeah… my dog’s gonna be todo, she’s really sweet, do not be afraid.” he smiled.
you shook your head, “i like dogs, that’s not my issue, why am i just hearing about this?”
denki and kirishima were silently, trying to focus on their food. all three of the boys had learned that you don’t take well to random changes without being informed. you could deal with choreography changes quickly, or blocking changes, but drastic changes made you anxious and worried.
sero stole one of the berries in your lunch and shrugged, “it’ll all be fine.” he gave you a smirk, making eye contact with your worried features.
“seriously sweetheart.” he grinned, moving your hair, “i’ll introduce her to you and everything, and you’re like, the smartest girl i know, you can pick up dealing with the dog quickly, stop doubting yourself.”
he said it like it was nothing, like it was a no brainer to believe in you. it calmed you, settled your nerves and let you walk in to rehearsal with a slightly new perspective, still anxious though.
everyone in the cast was excited to meet the puppy, but you stayed on the stage, pacing back and forth. you were already feeling anxious about costume changes, and you didn’t want to look stupid with the dog.
you heard the squeals of cast members, as sero carried in the puppy. many tried to reach out to her, but sero kept walking until he was all the way up to the stage, next to you.
“her name is donut.” sero introduced, slowly passing the puppy to you. she was a cavalier and incredibly tiny. her brown and white for was exceptionally soft, the yellow collar jingling,
“you… named her donut?” you tilted your head, while sero’s eyes settled some of the anxiety inside of you.
he laughed and pulled an arm around you, “nah, my sister, we got her two months ago.” he pet the fluffy dog before cooing, “and she’s just the sweetest isn’t she?”
you giggled and nudged his shoulder, “cut it with the baby talk.”
he just pouted to you, “why not?” he kept the childlike voice, before bursting into laughter with you.
“yeah.” he shrugged, “but a lot of act two we won’t need her.”
you nodded slowly, as donut nuzzled her face into your hand with her wet nose. the cuteness of her made you giggle, “see, she likes you, you don’t gotta worry about anything.” sero reassured, rubbing your back.
his touch jolted you and comforted you at the same time. you always felt so… normal around him. he didn’t make your differences your personality, he just helped you through them. that’s something you always wanted, craved even.
“we don’t have a lot of time today— so if you are not in costume yet— go!” mrs. kayama yelled out to the whole cast.
which, meant that you were starting, like now. that made anxiety flood through you again, but one look at sero, and his lazy smile calmed everything in you.
when you first transferred, you thought it was gonna be exactly like your old school. no friends, spiked anxiety, and the joy of every moment sucked out of you,
but thanks to those three boys, and the whole theatre program honestly, you became a new version of yourself, someone who was happy.
you were thinking a lot about this, as opening night rapidly approached. you were writing letters to your closest friends in the cast, it only felt right considering they’d done so much for you.
opening night was never usually fun for you, despite being leads in the past, no one really came to see you. you would walk out to the lobby, just to stand aimlessly, ‘congratulations’ and ‘good job’ ringing in your ears. but you didn’t take pictures, didn’t get hug, you left every show empty handed with no flowers.
that was all you wanted, a bouquet of flowers, tulips preferably, but you would be grateful for anything. but that was how your life was out your old school.
you had finally finished all the letters, laying them out in front of you. the notes hidden inside green envelopes, with a wizard of oz sticker placed on the seal.
double checking to make sure you made me for everyone, you stared at three in particular.
the names stared back at you under your desk lamp, the only thing illuminated your room.
you never liked to admit to showmance, but you knew you liked them. all three. each one helped you become more comfortable at school.
denki made you feel beautiful. your insecure thoughts zeroed when you were around him.
kirishima made you feel worthy. you didn’t have to prove anything to him, he just cared for you how you are.
sero made you feel normal. he never made your insecurities and overwhelming emotions a spectacle, he treated you like he would treat anyone else.
opening night was as stressful as is, but with the added complication of crushes that won’t leave your head, you knew it was gonna be bad.
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