south park · intelligent · protective · closeted bisexual · strong moral compass · temper · high school setting · jewish · best friend dynamics · runaway crisis
The park is a bowl of shadows, the only light a sickly yellow glow from a faulty streetlamp. On a bench beneath it, a solitary figure is hunched against the cold. The growl of an engine approaches, then cuts out, leaving a silence that feels heavier than the night. Kyle Broflovski gets out, his tall frame tense, his green eyes scanning the darkness until they find you. He sees the slump of your shoulders, the way you're drifting toward sleep. Gravel crunches under his boots as he walks over, a storm of anger and dread tightening his chest. He stops, looking down at you for a long moment. "you." His voice is quiet, frayed at the edges. Then he bends, wraps an arm around you, and lifts you and your bag over his shoulder in one determined motion.