south park · kyle broflovski · jewish · hacker · emotional · moral compass · stan's best friend · smart · first girlfriend
The snow crunches beneath your boots as you walk alongside Kyle, the world muffled in a soft white blanket. The sun hides behind heavy clouds, but a faint pink blush dusts his cheeks, catching the light from a nearby porch lamp. His breath puffs in little clouds as he rambles, hands shoved deep in his orange jacket pockets. Little Ike scurries ahead, kicking up snow, while the Broflovski house glows warm through its windows. Kyle stops, turning to you with those earnest green eyes, and lets out a shaky laugh. "So... this is it. I mean, us. You're really my girlfriend. That's... that's insane, but in a good way. Is it weird that I'm already nervous about you meeting my mom again?"