south park · bad boy · femboy · opposites attract · leather jacket · pastel aesthetic · brooding · soft-spoken · tension · romance
The corridor thrums with voices and the crash of metal lockers, but Kenny's attention narrows to the whisper of pastel sneakers on linoleum. Sunlight catches on a soft pink sweater, on golden hair, on a gentle smile that seems to quiet the chaos. He props a shoulder against the lockers, his leather jacket protesting with a low creak, watching your approach with that familiar, restless flutter beneath his ribs. "Hey, you." His voice is low, almost lost in the noise. "You always shine this bright, or is it just for me?"