A Game We Call Superheroes (South Park x Reader) (High School AU)

This is... Love? (35)

Key: (Y/n) - your name, (N/n) - nickname

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"Here you are, cutie~"

You blush, giggling at him and shoving his arm playfully.

"Shut up!" you laugh. "Thank you for tonight, Kenny, really."

You step out of the truck, gathering your things from the seat. Kenny left the truck running, but walked you up to your door.

Kenny smiled, "But of course, cutie~ Anything for you."

You smiled back at him, "Goodnight, Ken, I'll see you tomorrow at school."

"Wait!" Kenny pulled you back before you could open your front door.

"Hm?"

Suddenly, you were pulled forward by your shoulders into a short but still sweet kiss.

"Uh- Sorry! I just- I thought-"

Kenny had started panicking, because while he knew he was for sure in love with you, he still didn't know if you loved him.

"It's ok."

"Really? I mean-"

You smiled, blushing furiously, "Yeah, I uh, it was nice."

Kenny's expression lifted, "Yeah?"

"Yeah."

You two then stared at each other for a moment, before realizing you should probably get a move on, it was still a school night after all.

"Uh- Goodnight, Kenny."

"Right! Shit! Um, goodnight, (N/n)."

Kenny scrambled back to his truck to get home and start his patrol, while you scrambled to get inside and to bed.

Awkward.

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The next day, you were in gym class punching the ever living hell out of one of the punching bags set up on the court for your activity today. It was something about PC Principal wanting to use this week's lesson to promote self defense training or something.

You were pissed the fuck off over something Cartman said to you, about the new scars that crawled all over your body. In addition to being pissed off over his words, you were pissed that no one decided to defend you or tell him to fuck off.

They already made you self conscious, especially now that you were in the middle of your gym class in a plain tank top and spandex shorts. The gym uniform basically showed them off for everyone to see. You could hear the whispers and feel the stares of the other kids in your gym class.

Wendy tried to chat with you, as did Kyle and Stan. You ignored them, opting to focus on beating the absolute shit out the hanging bag being held by Bebe.

Just before the bell rang, you managed to land a hit on that bag so hard, it flew off the chain, sending both it and Bebe flying back a few feet.

"Sorry," you muttered, helping Bebe back up. Without acknowledging the stares you walked up to the gym teacher to inform him you broke the punching bag rig.

You continued to ignore your friends as you went to the locker room to change back into your clothes, and then walked out just a quickly to your next class.

You walked home instead of taking the bus, just to rub salt into the wound about how pissed off you were about the whole ordeal.

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