Please tell me what you think.

The We Still Have Hope series is a compilation of me adding missing scenes and rewriting parts of the anime.

It will eventually contain all of class 1-A, and I'm still open when it comes to pairings, if anyone has any preferences let me know, I can't promise anything but at the minute the only confirmed ones are Aizawa/Yamada and KiriBaku.

Thanks for reading,

Lyna

The journey to the hospital was silent; every single student was still in shock. No one expected Bakugou to go down. Aizawa had to say, when he heard that Bakugou was the villain's target he was relieved. If any student was able to handle themselves, it was him.

At least that's what he had thought. He was stupid, naïve. He should have gone to find him; he should have recognised the distractions sooner. Bakugou was a child, and Shouta was responsible for him. It was his fault he was gone.

He'd sent those who were uninjured home. Each had a police escort and had left with little complaint. Shouta rode to the hospital with Midoriya; the young boy had lost consciousness pretty quickly and was being treated by the paramedics. He looked so little, Shouta thought to himself. So young in sleep, his face relaxed despite the pain he must be feeling.

Shouta didn't know what to do. He'd rung Nezu as soon as the villains had left, as Vlad rang the police. He'd told the principal what had happened and had been reassured that the pro-heroes would be searching for Bakugou.

He sat in the ambulance, clutching his phone, staring blankly at the stretcher. The phone in his hand rang, the caller ID reading "Hizashi", Shouta didn't try to answer it. He was lost to his own thoughts.

All those years ago, when he'd started teaching, he'd promised himself to protect his students no matter what. Even if that meant expelling those who couldn't handle it. Sure, some people found him to be harsh and unfair, but Shouta considered himself a good judge when it came to those things. He knew what it took to prove everyone wrong, he knew what it meant to lose everything and have to build yourself back up. He knew who could take it and who couldn't.

He'd broken that promise today. So many of his students were hurt; both physically and mentally. And one of them was missing. Gone. Kidnapped. What did the villains want with Bakugou? Were they going to kill him? Or try and recruit him?

Aizawa didn't remember getting out of the ambulance. He didn't remember when Midoriya had been taken into surgery. He didn't know where his other students were. He was acutely aware of Vlad taking a seat in the waiting room. Shouta chose to keep standing.

A large on his hand on his shoulder made him jump. He pivoted to the side and was on the verge of activating his Quirk before he saw the concerned gaze of All Might.

"Aizawa, I am here."

"All Might." Aizawa nodded, rubbing his hands down his face.

"Shouta," Midnight started softly, coming up to his other side. "Go home, get some rest. You too Vlad."

"The students…"

"All of their parents have been notified, and All Might, and I will stay here just in case."

"The police are here too," All Might said.

"Bakugou…"

"His parents are aware of what's going on. Nezu and Snipe have gone to talk to them, I believe." Midnight replied, "there's not much more you can do Shouta. Go home."

"How did they react? His parents?"

"Like any parent would, I assume. They're upset, angry, worried. They just want their son back." All Might said, "But I assure you Aizawa, Young Bakugou will be fine. He is a smart boy, and he's strong. We'll find him."

"I want to help."

"You can help by going home. You're no use to anyone tired. I know you're used to working with limited sleep, but you need to decompress." Midnight said. "There's a car waiting outside to take you and Vlad home, Hizashi is worried sick. He's left me like five voice notes, and they're 6 minutes each."

"Your phone's been ringing constantly since you got here. I tried to get you to answer it, but you weren't listening." Vlad said, getting to his feet.

"I thought Mic was the deaf one, not you." All Might said.

"Oh," was all Aizawa could say.

"Come on, Aizawa, you can come back tomorrow." Vlad came up to him and put a hand on Shouta's arm, guiding him towards the exit.

Midnight and All Might offered the pair a smile.

"The police will want to talk to you more tomorrow morning," Midnight said, Shouta nodded but didn't say anything more. Vlad murmured a goodbye and All Might returned it.

Shouta didn't really say anything on the way home. Vlad attempted small talk, but both were tired and just wanting to go to bed. Shouta rested his head on the window, watching the city go by. His phone vibrated again, this time with a text.

From Shinsou

I just saw what happened at the camp. Are you ok?

From Aizawa-Sensei

Don't worry about me. Get some sleep, it's late.

From Shinsou

Yes, Sensei. And you.

Shouta smiled at the message, at least one of his students were safe.

When the car pulled up to his home he didn't hesitate to get out. He muttered a "thank you" to the driver and a "see you tomorrow" to Vlad. He walked up the path to his front door, digging around in his pocket for his keys that he hoped were still there. Luckily for him they were.

Shouta and Hizashi didn't live very far from U. A's campus. A five to ten-minute walk, they could get there quicker if they needed to. It wasn't a small house, but it wasn't exactly large. The pair of them earned enough money, both still working as pro-heroes and teachers, as well as Hizashi's radio career. It was a nice home; it was always neat and tidy.

It was dark when he got in. He kicked his shoes off on the welcome mat and pulled on a pair of worn black slippers. He placed his keys in the little bowl on the table near the door. He sighed to himself as he looked at the picture on the table.

It had been taken at their wedding ten years ago. It had been a small affair, just their families and a few close friends. An empty chair left for the one person they both wanted there the most. Both wore black suits and ties with white shirts, Shouta's hair was half up, half down and Hizashi's was down. Each had a white rose in their lapel and a cloud pin underneath it. They were smiling in the picture and holding hands, golden bands visible.

Shouta reached up to slip his hand under his Capture Scarf and goggles to stroke the same ring that he wore on a chain around his neck. Neither he nor Hizashi wore their rings on their hands, both wanting to keep their relationship out of the media and the mind of villains.

A bell jingled and a thud of paws made Shota look down the hall. Glowing eyes shone in the dark and a trill filled the air. Shouta flicked the light on and was greeted by a lavender grey cat running up to him. Chamomile was Shouta's second oldest cat at seven years old.

She rubbed her head against Shouta's leg, he bent down and scooped her up, kissing her on the forehead.

"Hey, Pretty Girl," he said, tickling her under the chin. The cat purred and licked his fingers. Shouta walked down the hall, cuddling Chamomile.

"Sho', that you?" a voice called from inside the living room. Shouta pushed the door open, finding his husband sat on the sofa surrounded by their other three cats. Sora, a black and white long hair, was asleep on Hizashi's lap. She was the kitten of a kitten Shouta had found during his own time at U.A. Midnight had taken that cat, but when she had kittens of her own Midnight offered Shouta first pick of the litter.

Macha, a black cat with green eyes and a fluffy tail, sat next to Hizashi and Sponge (that was the last time Shouta let Hizashi name anything) a long hair ginger tom played with a ball at Hizashi's feet.

"Yeah," Shouta said, putting Chamomile down. Hizashi moved Sora off his lap and stood.

"Why the hell didn't you answer my calls? I was worried sick Shouta! The news reported a pro hero injured and a pro hero missing, and you didn't think a text was worth it?"

"I didn't think—"

"You didn't think what? I have been sat here for hours not knowing whether you were dead or alive. I've called Midnight, All Might, Ectoplasm, it wasn't until I got in contact with Nezu that I knew you were alive." Hizashi snapped, his voice getting louder as he went on. "How do you think I felt? I was here, watching the news, waiting to see if they found your body, waiting for them to give a name."

"Stop shouting at me." Aizawa yelled over Hizashi, tears that had been threatening to fall all day finally escaped, running down his cheeks. "I know exactly how you felt, so don't you dare say I didn't"

"I didn't mean it like that." Hizashi said.

"I know," Shouta tried to wipe away the tears but they kept coming, "I'm sorry I worried you, I just… I just couldn't focus. I just kept thinking about the students."

"And I just kept thinking about you. I know I should care about the others. And of course, I do. But I can't live without you, for a moment I thought I might have to." Hizashi was crying now, silent tears that fell slowly, tears of relief.

"They really didn't say names?" Shouta asked.

"No, just that people were injured, and two people were missing." Hizashi replied "The student. Who was it?"

"Bakugou." Shouta said, "I lost him 'Zashi."

"Shouta."

"I lost someone else. I'm a hero, I'm supposed to protect people." Shouta said, "I left a child to defend himself. I knew the villains were targeting him and I did nothing. I stayed with Vlad and the others and waited for people to come to me. I should have gone out there to find him."

"You couldn't be in two places at once, you couldn't protect 40 students on your own."

"I wasn't on my own, Vlad and the Pussycats were there."

"Would you say it was any of their faults? Are any of them to blame?" Hizashi asked.

"Of course not, they all tried their best."

"Then why is it your fault?"

"Because I'm his teacher." Shouta began to sob, choking as he tried to hold them back. Hizashi took a step towards him and wrapped his arms around his husband, pulling him closer.

"We'll find him, Sho'. He'll be okay, and if he isn't you can be there to help him."

"I should have never pushed for the camp." Shouta cried, burying his head in the crook of Hizashi's neck.

"The camp was a great idea. None of this was your fault." Yamada said, stroking the back of Shouta's hair.

"Maybe I should just quit. Take the fall so U.A. doesn't have to deal with the media. I'll just go back to being a full-time hero."

"You love being a teacher. You love kids." Hizashi pointed out, "And those kids love you. Don't abandon them now when they need you the most."

"They probably hate me."

"What do you think will happen to Shinsou if you quit? Hmm?" Hizashi asked, "Do you think anyone else will be able to train him like you have? He'd probably have to accept being in the General Studies course, never getting to the Heroics."

"You could say something to Nezu."

"Do you think Nezu would add more kids to a department with one home room teacher? You can't expect Vlad to manage 41 kids by himself. I'm surprised he's managing with 20."

"I guess you're right, but—"

"No buts, you know I'm right. Come on, you go shower, I'll made you some hot chocolate and we'll call it a night." Hizashi said, kissing Shouta's forehead.

"Bakugou won't get hot chocolate, or a good night's sleep."

"We have no idea where he is, no leads as of yet. Punishing yourself won't bring him back sooner. But you being rested and on the top of your game might."

Shouta nodded, turning away from Hizashi and heading towards the stairs. Hizashi moved behind him, going to the kitchen.

First, he went to their bedroom, unravelling his scarf and folding it neatly on the bed, placing his goggles on top. He then moved to the bathroom, wincing as he pulled the shirt of his hero uniform over his head. Dried blood caked the sleeves and his fingernails. He hadn't noticed. Bruises littered his torso and his muscles felt stiff. He longed to soak in the bath, to soothe his muscles, but it was late, and he was tired

He turned on the shower and took off the rest of his clothes, throwing them into the laundry hamper, keeping only the chain around his neck. Stepping under the hot spray felt like heaven, the warmth healing all wounds, at least figuratively. Shouta scrubbed at his skin, washing blood and dirt from under his nails, before shampooing and conditioning his hair, opting to use the fruity fragrance of his lover's products rather than the vanilla of his own.

His mind drifted as he went through the menial task of washing. He hoped all of his students were okay, besides Bakugou, only Midoriya, Yaoyorozu, Hagakure and Jirou were hurt, the others were safe at home. They were all where they needed to be. Part of him was still worried, still on edge, still wishing he was out looking for Bakugou, but he knew that people were right. There was little he could do now.

Once he was clean, he stepped out of the shower, wrapping a fluffy white towel around himself he returned to the bedroom. He pulled on a pair of sweatpants and started towel drying his hair, that was until he got fed up and just put it up in a bun, not caring that it was still slightly damp. He was putting a long sleeve shirt on when Hizashi came in with two mugs and four cats following behind.

Shouta got into his side of the large bed and accepted the mug when it was offered. As Hizashi got into bed Shouta took a sip, enjoying the sweetness of the chocolate. He wasn't normally one to indulge on sweet things, especially before bed, that was more Hizashi's thing, but every now and again didn't hurt.

"Thank you," Shouta sighed, wrapping both hands around his mug.

"Are you feeling any better?"

"A bit, I…"

"Just needed to cry?" Hizashi asked draining his own mug and putting it down, Shouta nodded, "It's better than letting emotions build up."

"I know. I'm sorry again."

"I forgive you, I'm sorry too, I didn't mean to snap."

"I know." Shouta said putting his empty mug on his bedside table. "You left the door open. You hate the cats on the bed."

"One night won't hurt, Sho'" Hizashi said.

"Thank you," Shouta said, scratching Sora under the chin as she settled herself at the bottom of the bed, the others were in the room, but not on their bed just yet. Shouta didn't think it would take long for them to jump up.

"Goodnight, Eraser," Hizashi said, taking out his hearing aids and putting them in their case.

"Goodnight Mic," Shouta signed when Hizashi looked back up at him. Hizashi smiled and slipped his glasses off, putting them on the table. He lay down, holding his arm out.

"Come here then."

Shouta lay down into the embrace, resting his head on Hizashi's chest, listening to the rhythmic thud of his husband's heartbeat. With one finger he tapped on Hizashi's skin:

Once.

Twice.

Thrice.

Hizashi shifted under the touch and Shouta looked up, bringing their lips together.

Hizashi deepened the kiss, bringing his hand up to cup his partner's jaw. Shouta fisted Hizashi's shirt, holding him tightly, before he broke the kiss, smiling. Hizashi returned the smile, rubbing their noses together in an eskimo kiss.

"I love you too," Hizashi said softly, lying back down and cuddling Shouta closer.

As Shouta drifted off to sleep he didn't loosen his grip on Hizashi's shirt. At some point Sponge made his was up onto the bed and squished himself between the two and Shouta fell asleep almost being smothered by orange fur.

Tomorrow would be a difficult day, as would the ones to follow. But if he had Hizashi, and with him, on his side, Shouta could do anything.