[Your POV]

The moment my male classmate showed up to school not only in a cast- but in a cast that said "loser" on it, I kinda lost my shit. He talked with his group of friends, and I walked over to him, deciding to talk to him for the first time in a while.

"What the fock happened to you?"

He looked over to me, sighing.

"Bike accident."

I pulled a red pen from my bag.

"Gimme yo arm. I wanna sign your cast."

He pulled back, his other friend laughing and calling him a pussy. The boy sighed, and let me have his arm. I gingerly grabbed it, clicking the pen. My hand froze over the cast, and I glanced up at him. I've spoken with him before, he's nothing but sweet. I knew that much.

"What's your name, anyways?"

He blushed a bit.

"E-Eddie."

One of his friends spoke up.

"O-oi! I-I'm the o-one with the s-stutter he-ere!"

He shot the boy a glare, and I gasped.

"I GOT IT~!"

I got to work scribbling over the 'LOSER' written on his cast in pure red. Red over black made it stand out. A large capital 'V' overwhelmed the 'S.' He looked down and stared at it for a while, before his face lit aflame, and he shuddered a bit. I giggled, gingerly holding his chin and kissing him on the cheek.

"Later, loser loverboy~"

I walked off sassily, only laughing when one yelled out in complaint.

"WHY DOES HE GET THE KISS?! I'M THE HOT ONE!"

[Oneshot End]