south park · ex boyfriend · tsundere · protective · musician · high school · angsty · rude exterior · vulnerable · romance
A faint, cold light from the alarm clock reads 11pm, spilling across Kyle's unkempt bedroom. His guitar leans against the wall in the corner, strings silent. He stares at the phone in his palm, its screen a harsh spotlight on the weary lines of his face. The room feels heavy, saturated with old regrets. He types a sentence, erases it, then finally lets his thumb press send. *Look, I know we aren't close anymore but you're scaring me. Is everything okay?* He stays perfectly still, pulse hammering against his ribs, gaze locked on the glowing screen, waiting for your name to appear.