Hello again! Here's chapter 2! I figured that Tensei is a go-getter kinda person. He wouldn't dilly dally around if given the opportunity to do something with his life. As someone from Sports School U.A., he would take every opportunity life threw his way and he'd make sure he had the ability to take it, so here's him going for his check up. Bits of hope here and there and a good little sub plot that I wanted to add in! You'll see!

Enjoy!

TQ Out!

Dr. Chiyo Shuzenji was a matronly lady of really short height. If Tensei Iida could stand currently, he'd easily dwarf her. Then again, it wasn't particularly difficult for anyone to dwarf her. And yet no one dared defy her medical authority.

When Tensei entered her office today after exiting the café, he was smiling. Fuyumi's text and the prospect of a new job were fresh on his mind. But he needed medical clearance. If not for protocol's sake, more for his own satisfaction. He was going to work with children. Young ones at that, if Fuyumi's testimonial about the school was anything to go by. Rough housing near a man in a wheelchair would make it difficult for him to heal, logically speaking. Having texted Tenya about the whole idea of the school, telling him everything, it was Tenya that told him to check up with U.A.'s resident doctor.

He gulped. He hadn't been in the austere walls of the Doc's office in months. Despite having graduated from U.A. a while ago, every single U.A. Aluminate swore by Dr. Shuzenji's capabilities as a doctor so far as to only go to her for any medical trouble whatsoever.

"Tensei, dear boy! How good it is to see you!" The short, sweet old lady toddled over to Tensei reaching up with her wrinkled, warm hands and planting a big old kiss on his cheek. Like a grandmother, she spoiled every single one of her patients. Tensei couldn't help but chuckle at her display of matronly affection.

"Heya Doc!" He said cheerfully. "How's Tenya been holding up since the move?"

"Oh never you mind him. All you track-and-fielders are the same!" She chided him with a small smile. "How are your legs, dear?"

"Still aching every day." He said. "I might be getting a job soon and was hoping for some medical advice. Would roughhousing children be a problem?"

The Doctor stared at him. "What's the job?"

"Teacher. Small new school."

She smiled. "Didn't take you for a teaching sort, Tensei," she mused, tilting her head slightly. But then she shrugged. "Judging by how long you've been letting your legs healed, I think you should be fine. In fact, I think you should start exercising those legs again. Physiotherapy time is a wasting, dear boy!" She now chided. "Who knows, maybe by the end of the year you might be able to stand again!" She said cheerfully.

Tensei swallowed as a lump formed in his throat. He could scarcely believe it. "You think so?" he asked her. "I'll be able to stand?"

"Well yes! Naturally! Your body has been healing progressively well and while I wouldn't recommend you returning to active police duty, as I've said innumerable times since your accident, I'm certain you'll be fit to teach even today!" The grin on Tensei's face rivalled the shine of the rising sun. Dr. Shuzenji chuckled. "As for Tenya, he's been adjusting extremely well. I'm more worried about his friend." She mused. "Both Izuku Midoriya and Katsuki Bakugo are problem children for me. Specially Izuku. I warned him to take up fencing instead of kickboxing, but it seems that he won't budge."

"Tenya has told me about Izuku. He's probably excelled, just like my little brother."

"He has, but still. Speaking of Tenya, I ought to have a word with him about stressing his knee joint too much. I've seen how stiffly he moves on occasion. Be a dear, will you, and give him an earful for me."

"Will do, Doc! Thanks!" Tensei told her, giving her a small wave of his hand as a goodbye.

The man wheeled himself out before pulling out his phone. Time to let his brother know.

[From: Tensei Iida, 3:56 p.m.]
"I talked to the Doc! Looks like I got the go-ahead!"

[From: Tenya Iida, 3:58 p.m.]
"That is excellent news! I'm sorry I can't really say much right now. Midoriya's got a black eye and a bruised rib and I'm taking him to the infirmary as we speak!"

[From: Tensei Iida, 3:58 p.m.]
"Yeah doc told me he took up kickboxing! I still haven't met the kid! Mind if I hang around?"

[From: Tenya Iida, 3:59 p.m.]
"Sure! I think I see you now!"

"Tensei!" A voice yelled moments later. "HERE!"

Tensei slowly wheeled his way to Tenya, who was dressed in a tank top and running shorts, flanking a very battered, plain looking boy with black hair, and dark green highlights, dressed in athletic shorts and kickboxing gloves. One hand clutched his eye while the other held onto his mouth guard.

"So you're Izuku Midoriya!" Tensei said looking up to him from his seat. "Tenya raves about you every day."

"And why shouldn't I?" Tenya agreed. "You're quite the inspiration! Coming in to U.A. after suffering for months with paralysis, and then building your body up to the point you could kick box? I say that's amazing!"

Izuku's face seemed to bypass pink and go straight to red. "I-it's really nothing," he mumbled halfheartedly.

"Doc seems to think otherwise. She grumbled about you." Tensei joked, causing Izuku to cover his face with a gloved hand in embarrassment. "You've got heart! You'll go places. I'm sure!"

Tenya smiled. "Well, I have to go, Tensei!"

"Bye, Mr. Iida!"

"Please. It's Tensei. Mr. Iida is our dad."

Izuku merely nodded and let out another flustered smile at the lack of formality before heading into Dr. Shuzenji's office for his daily dose of scolding, Tenya in tow. As he wheeled himself off of U.A. campus and into his car and drove home, he couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia descend over him as he gazed upon the looming edifices of the high school. He was a track and field athlete here, just like his brother Tenya was now. He was sure his trophies here were still on display.

Tensei slowly made his way out of the campus and drove home. The drive was a quiet and introspective one. "Maybe by the end of the year you might be able to stand again!" The words of the good doctor echoed in his mind. There was hope. He could stand again. Things would go back to the way they were. Maybe not immediately. But they would. And he would lead the life he wanted to. Tensei parked his car and managed to get himself out of it and onto his wheelchair without trouble before wheeling himself back into the house and settling himself onto a much more comfortable couch.

[From: Tensei Iida, 4:20 p.m.]
"Hey Fuyumi! I checked up with my doc! I have the all clear. I'm going to come over tomorrow to the school for a test class if that's OK with the principal."

Minutes passed.

[From: Fuyumi Todoroki. 4:32 p.m.]
"Hey! Sorry I literally just returned home! OMG that's great! I hope to see you there! I'm sure you'll knock it out of the park!"

Tensei quietly read through the text and nodded. Time to get focused.

Pulling out various science textbooks on his phone he started brushing up on the knowledge he was soon supposed to impart on the new younglings of Tokyo. He was going to put his heart and soul into his new job, just like he did with his old one.

The morning had snuck up on Tensei as he lay on his couch, snoring softly. The rays of the sun pierced through the window, merrily stabbing at his eyes to force him to awaken. Unlike his brother, Tenya, Tensei was no early riser. Not completely anyways. And yet, it was seven in the morning and here he lay, lazily rubbing his eyes. "Shit" he mumbled softly sitting up on the couch before slowly hauling himself onto his wheelchair.

Quietly he wheeled his way to the bathroom to freshen up and search for what he hoped would be a good full sleeved shirt and a clean pair of trousers. He'd found them in his closets after a few minutes of rummaging. He looked through his texts for the address Fuyumi had given him and it turned out she'd texted him in the middle of the night under the pretext of wishing him luck one final time.

Tensei was ready to go within the next half hour. The ride to the school was uneventful and the school itself looked unremarkable, and quaint. Out of the way, and with children filing in from the school buses. One kid, a tiny six year old had fallen over and started to cry. One of the bigger children made his way to him and started to kick him lightly, as he was down. Frowning, Tensei wheeled himself over to them and gently but firmly grabbed the bully by his arm. "Hey. Knock it off, kiddo. That isn't right."

"What're you gonna do, huh? You don't even stand good!" the kid retorted before kicking the smaller kid one last time and sprinting away. Ouch. That was rude! Right that kid was going to get detention. For now, though he gently helped up the little one.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Genji Saito," the boy mumbled. "Sorry," he added, assuming he was in trouble.

"What for? It wasn't your fault."

"Yugi's mean. Every time he bullies me, he then somehow makes it my fault so the teachers are always mad at me," Genji explained, rubbing tears from his eyes. The kid pouted.

"Don't worry, Genji. Go on inside. I'll have a word with 'em."

It turned out that the entire exchanged hadn't gone unnoticed. Dressed in a magenta shirt and jeans, Fuyumi Todoroki had made her way from her car up to him. "What you did was good. Genji always had problems with Yugi." She explained, startling Tensei for a second who turned to her, smiling.

"Mn. Well, I hope it ends soon."

"Something tells me it will," she said thoughtfully. The two of them slowly made their way into the school as they amiably chatted.

[From: Tensei Iida, 9:36 a.m.]
"I'm in! I'm a teacher now! Can't talk because I'm gonna start teaching today, but I'm in!"

[From: Tenya Iida, 9:37 a.m.]
"I'm sure you will be an excellent teacher, mentor and role model!"

[From: Tensei Iida, 9:37 a.m.]
"Jeez you sound like my unit chief all of a sudden LOL. I'll talk to you later! Run fast!"

[From: Tenya Iida, 9:38 a.m.]
"Finish strong!"