Yellow (Kyle Broflovski X Reader)

Natatorium Arrangement

Kyle Broflovski's eyes stared straight ahead, watching Y/n chatting with her friends just outside the entrance of South Park Middle School. Kyle noticed the brightness in Y/n's face, despite having spent the past five hours at school. Her right hand, adorned with cute (F/C) gloves, moved slowly from side to side. From her body language, Kyle immediately knew that Y/n was saying her goodbyes to all her friends before heading home. Unlike Kyle, who mainly hung out with his classmates or his group, Y/n's friends came from all over. She could even befriend older students and teachers. It must be said that many people probably said, "goodbye" or "see you tomorrow" to her. And as the friendliest and kindest girl in the world, she would have responded to each and everyone without fail.

The social barrier between them made Kyle feel pressured. Kyle and Y/n had been friends since elementary school, and they were even in the same class now. However, those experiences didn't make it any easier for Kyle to interact with her. Her radiance was too blinding for him. He couldn't walk forward because he couldn't see where he was going. On top of that, there were always other people getting in his way. Their lack of communication made it difficult for Kyle, and he was even afraid of just saying goodbye.

But not today. Y/n's right hand was still now, indicating that she had finished saying goodbye to all her friends. Kyle could use this opportunity to engage in a short conversation. He knew Y/n was probably waiting to be picked up by her mother, but Kyle wanted to pretend to be oblivious so he could talk to her. Or perhaps his assumption was incorrect? Maybe Y/n was waiting for someone to return something or ask a quick question, something that would only take a short while. Perhaps Kyle could ask her to go home together if that was the case.

Wait. Chatting? Going home together? Ah, Kyle's thoughts began to wander. The mere thought of it made his legs weaken, and his hands trembled. If he was struggling just to say "goodbye" or "see you tomorrow", how could he ever manage to ask "Do you want to walk home together?" Just imagining it made him feel nauseous. In a matter of seconds, Kyle could relate to Stan's situation when he was with Wendy.

As he gathered his courage, formulated words, controlled his breathing, calmed his racing heart, and prepared his body and soul, Kyle sat for a moment in a conveniently placed chair outside the classroom. He silently thanked whoever had put this meaningful chair there. His green eyes remained fixed on Y/n, who was still standing alone outside the school building. His right thumb moved up and down on the palm of his left hand, trying to calm himself. His right leg moved up and down very quickly due to the stress he felt.

Fuck it, Kyle thought, determined. He began to take his first step: rising from his seat. He took a moment to adjust his green ushanka hat, straighten his bangs that had come loose, fix his jacket including the sleeves and collar, adjust his pants, check the position of his backpack, and examine his shoelaces. When he felt everything was in order and looked good, he began walking toward the school exit.

From his viewpoint, Y/n got closer and closer until Kyle didn't realize he had already exited the school building and was standing right behind the girl he had secretly liked since fourth grade. Seeing her back somehow brought peace to Kyle's heart. Everything seemed worth it for Kyle to fight for. His calm feeling lightened his mouth and throat to greet Y/n.

"Y/n, you're not home yet?"

Yes! He successfully greeted her!

Y/n turned around before finally fully facing Kyle. Behind her (F/C) scarf wrapped around her neck, she gave Kyle a beautiful smile, making him fall in love all over again. Kyle was sure this was just a small part of the enchantment that made people fall head over heels for her.

"Yeah, not yet. I'm waiting for my mom to pick me up. How about you?" Y/n asked gently.

Ah, Kyle's assumption was correct after all. What a pity.