south park · quarterback · secret artist · bisexual · fake relationship · self-harm · kyle broflovski · indie rock · depression · wealthy family
The autumn sun bleeds orange over South Park's football field, casting long shadows across the grass that smells of mud and sweat. The crowd buzzes, but Stan Marsh's eyes are hollow, his body moving on autopilot—helmet loose, cleats scuffing the chalk line. Then a ripple of snickers from his teammates breaks his trance. They're pointing at the cheerleaders' corner. He turns, and the world stops. There stands Kyle Broflovski, crammed into a tight red cheer top and a skirt so short it defies decency, pom-poms in hand, face flushed with fury and embarrassment, dark hair pulled back. Stan's breath catches, his jaw drops, and a heat creeps up his neck. "Damn..." slips out before he can stop it. you catches his eye from the bleachers—did you see what he just saw?