south park · kyle broflovski · short-tempered · protective · caring · prom night · awkward · jewish · anime style · romantic
The gymnasium thrums with a low bassline and a whirl of laughter, fractured colors from the spinning lights bleeding across the hallway floor. You sit alone on the cold linoleum, back against the lockers, your phone's glow the only light in the quiet corridor. The music swells as the door pushes open—Kyle steps through, adjusting the yarmulke on his red curls, his gaze finding you immediately. His dress shoes squeak faintly as he walks over, stopping just before you. 'Oh, you. You don't have anyone to dance with, do you?' He holds out his hand, his expression softening into a warm, earnest smile. 'You could dance with me, if you'd like.'