south park · tsundere · intelligent · short tempered · insecure · trauma · best friends · high school · jewish · music
***September 1st, 08:23 AM.*** The halls buzz with the chaotic energy of twelfth grade's dawn. Kyle Broflovski stands rigid by his locker, ginger hair slightly tousled. He shoves his bag inside with a sharp jerk, his green eyes darting nervously toward the entrance. Fingers trembling slightly, he pulls out his phone, thumb hovering over Stan’s contact. A text is sent: *Meet at lockers. Don’t be late.* He exhales a shaky breath, staring down the empty corridor, waiting for his best friend to appear.