The artist and the fighter(An Mashirao Ojiro x oc)

Chapter 2

Its my birthday so here's some art and a chapter

Yamada's pov

I walked into school, notebook clutched in my hand. Despite this not being my first day, I was excited. Every day was something to look forward to. I walked through the halls, heading towards my class once again. While walking, I saw Ojiro.

"Ojiro!" I called. He turned to look at me, tail lifting up. "Oh Sakiko. I didn't realize you were in yet" he said. I ran up so that I was stood next to him. "Yep. I'm here. How are you?" I ask, holding my notebook to my chest. "I'm doing alright. You?" he asks.

"I'm great" I smile. Then I remember something. "Oh hold on" I say happily. I flick through all the pages of my notebook till I found the one I was looking for. I turn my notebook so it was facing the floor before shaking the notebook. A butterfly hair clip fell out which I caught.

I held it up while Ojiro looks at it with a confused look. I step back so that I can reach his tail and clip it into the fur on the end. Ojiro pulls his tail forward to look at the hair clip.

"I made it last night. I'm glad I got a chance to see you again today. I wanted to give that to you" I smile. He looks at the clip for a few more minutes before looking at me, giving me a smile. "Thanks. Its very lovely" he complements. "I'm glad you like it" I smile.

"Oh. Wanna exchange numbers? It would be nice to be able to talk to you more" I smile. "Oh. Sure thing" he agrees. I tear a piece of paper out of my notebook and pull a pen out of my pocket. I write my number on it and hand it to him.

"Text me later" I call, beginning to run off to my class. "Sure thing" he calls back. I smile just before turning the corner and loose sight of Ojiro. I was definitely excited for his text later.