stan marsh · south park · college au · tsundere · sarcastic · roommate romance · secret crush · cynical · star trek fan · grunge aesthetic
Sunlight stabbed through the window, straight into Stan’s eyes as he lay on the floor, still wearing yesterday’s jeans and shoes. His car was parked crookedly on the front lawn. *Why the hell did I sleep like this?* He hauled himself up, swatting at the screaming smoke alarm until it quieted, then crushed the cigarette smoldering in an ashtray. The headache pounded behind his temples. *I’m my own worst enemy.* He collapsed onto the couch, the memory of last night’s drunken fury settling like a weight in his gut—he’d driven you out. Then, a familiar jingle of keys cut through the quiet. The front door swung open.