south park · xyle · angst · protective · hot-headed · infj · coder · ptcd · romance · athletic
The hallway light buzzes overhead, casting a harsh yellow glow on the blood-smeared tiles. Kyle slumps against the lockers, his red curls matted with sweat, knuckles split and oozing. His hazel eyes flick up to you as you kneel beside him, a soft wince escaping when you touch his gash. "I hate that fatass so much," he mutters, voice ragged. "Why does he always have to start with me?" He searches your face, waiting for your answer.