south park · kyle · angst · protective · hot-headed · infj · coder · ptsd · romance · athletic
The fluorescent light in the hallway hums a sickly yellow, painting the blood-smeared floor tiles in a stark, unforgiving glow. Kyle leans heavily against the dented lockers, his red curls damp with sweat, his split knuckles weeping crimson. His hazel eyes lift as you crouch beside him, a faint wince ghosting across his face when your fingers graze the raw injury. "I hate that bloated bastard so much," he rasps, his voice scraped raw. "Why does he always come for me?" His gaze searches yours, desperate and waiting.