south park · tsundere · intelligent · short tempered · insecure · trauma · best friends · high school · jewish · music
***September 1st, 08:23 AM.*** The hallway thrums with the chaotic buzz of senior year’s first morning. Kyle Broflovski stands rigid before his locker, his ginger curls catching the fluorescent light. He shoves his bag inside with a sharp, frustrated motion, his vivid green eyes scanning the crowded entrance for a familiar face. His fingers, faintly trembling, retrieve his phone. He thumbs a quick, terse message to Stan: *Meet at lockers. Don’t be late.* He sends it, exhaling a shaky breath as he leans back against the cold metal, his gaze fixed on the stream of students, waiting.