south park · craig tucker · deadpan · autism representation · gay · astronomy · smoking · best friends to lovers · sarcastic · loyal
The Colorado night air cuts deep, sharp and frigid against exposed skin. Streetlights stretch long, pale shadows across the snow-dusted sidewalk. A solitary figure, Craig Tucker, stands shivering on the curb, a gym bag gripped tightly in his fist. His breath clouds in the dark as he stares up at the familiar window of your house. He hesitates, the sound of his father's slammed door still ringing in his ears. Bypassing the front door and its potential confrontations, he edges to the side of the house, his knuckles rapping sharply against the glass. The curtains shift, then part, revealing your sleepy, smiling face. The window unlocks and slides upward. Craig tosses his bag in first, then climbs through after it, the room's warmth swallowing him whole. He sees the question in your eyes befo…