Nice Guy {Kyle Broflovski x Reader}

Part 22

Dinner was something.

After Kyle and you settled down and wrapped up your history project for the night, his mom called you guys down for her famous lasagna. The two of you made your way downstairs and sat in your normal spots. You had your own spot now from hanging around so much, a spot right next to Kyle and his mom. Ike was across from you guys and always stared. His stares tonight were brushed off like normal.

Kyle left you at the table to grab you a drink. "Here," he handed you your glass as he sat down.

"Thank you," you smiled

Everyone now at the table and dishing their plate while making small talk.

"What's that?" Ike asked after you stretched to grab bread that was in front of Kyle.

"What's what, dear?" Sheila smiled in her son's direction.

You sat back in your seat after taking a bite of the bread.

"The bruise on Kyle's neck," Ike pointed out. You paused in your bite and made eye contact with Kyle. He slap his hand to his neck while looking at you. His looked screamed that he was going to kill you.

Silence overtook the table as everyone looked at Kyle.

"Why is everyone quiet?" Ike voiced.

Kyle looked to his mom before you kicked his shin and made him look at you. You mouth the words 'curling iron' to him.

He looked back towards his mom, rubbing his bruise, "Curling iron," he blurted out. You coughed at his failure to act normal.

"I forced him to let me curl his hair. He bumped into me, and it burnt his neck," You butted in.

"Why do you have a bruise?" Ike once again asked. The looks are now turning to you.

You gulped, "Right after it burned Kyle, he jumped away, and I burnt myself. I don't know how it happened," you laughed awkwardly.

Sheila hummed, "Let's see your hair, Kyle," she pointed at him with her fork after taking a bite.

Shit.

Kyle looked at you, and you just tried to urge him to cover for himself, "I didn't like it, so I didn't keep it."

You should have covered it yourself.

"How do you not keep curls?" His mom questioned. She knew Kyle was full of shit and was just lying.

"He didn't let me keep the iron in his hair long enough to curl," you add.

She looked between you two and hummed. She was still suspicious, but she let it go.

Sheila chewed her food for a moment, letting everyone continue eating for a moment, "Why is his mark so much worse?" She apparently didn't let it go.

"I bruise easy mom," Kyle commented, going back to his food.

"I thought it was a burn."

You kicked his shin. You got his mom to somewhat believe you, but of course, he had to ruin it.

"It is a burn," he said calmly.

"You just said you bruise easy when I asked about the burn," Sheila pushed.

He rolled his eyes, "It's the same concept."

The rest of dinner finished in silence. When you started cleaning up dishes with Kyle, his mom decided then to corner you guys.

"It's fine if you guys are being...active, it's normal," Shelia said. You face the window over the kitchen sink as you didn't want to make eye contact.

"Mom," Kyle groaned as he looked over his shoulder to see his mom.

"What?" She sighed, "Im just trying to make sure you guys stay safe."

Kyle let out another groan as he put down the dish he was drying. Letting the pile of clean dishes pile up as you continue washing them.

"You already gave me the talk. I don't need it again," he slouched against the counter, crossing his arms.

"Well, if you ever need anything, and I mean anything, I'm here and will get them for you," she said in her motherly tone.

You wanted to make a jab at Kyle. And you most definitely were going to later. Him having his mom buy him condoms was quite amusing.

"Got it, now please stop," he grumbled. His mom reluctantly left and walked her way to her room. Kyle let out a sigh and rubbed his face.

Knowing you were alone, you glance at him, "Mommy buying you condoms?"

"Fuck you," he muttered, Turing around and drying the pile of dishes that you finished cleaning.

You picked up a rag to help him, "It's sweet."

"Yeah, sure," he dismissed.

"Went a lot better than it would have with anyone else. Craig will lose his shit when he sees the mark," you laugh.

The air was light and airy, domestic if you let your heart think too deep. The only light on downstairs was the kitchen light. Everyone else made their way to bed. Just you and Kyle drying dishes with the overhead sink light on.

"Why not mention your parents?" He broke the silence.

"Hm?"

"You're not worried about them seeing?"

You let out a sigh, "My mom's always out of town, as you know, so I dont have to worry about that."

"And your dad?" He asked softly.

The dish in your hand was bone dry, but you continued the drying circle you've been doing. "He's not around."

"Do you know where?" He continued his soft voice. Still busied with the drying task in front of him.

"No, he just left. Probably to some casino with a random rich lady," you said lightly.

Kyle let the conversation end with a hum that proved he heard you. He switched your plate for a still damp one and put the dry one in the cabinet. Letting the two of you finish off the pile of dishes in silence. He took the last plate before you could. Maybe it was the soothing air. Maybe it was just Kyle, but you leaned your head softly against his shoulder. Soaking up the silence with him. He tilted his head to meet yours before stepping away to put the last plate away.

You turned and leaned against the counter and watched him put the dish away. When he came back, he just wrapped you in a hug.

Author Note:
This chapter <3
Also, ANOTHER UPDATE?!
Don't know how long this streak will last, but I hope to keep up