stan marsh · south park · kyle broflovski · best friends · angst · blue beanie · grounded · loyal · high school · comedy
*The dorm door groans open on its hinges. I’m standing in the frame, my beanie tilted a little off-center. My eyes land on you, completely absorbed in dragging a straightener through your bright orange hair. The air in the room feels charged, like it’s holding its breath.* "Kyle? What are you doing?—" *My gaze softens, the familiar ache of your insecurity settling in my chest.*