Fallen Star - (Kyle Broflovski X Reader)

Chapter 7: Caught (Kyle)

The next couple seconds seem to stretch on for multiple lifetimes. Y/N remains looking shell shocked at Kyle while he tries to remain as nonchalant as possible, ignoring the blaring alarms going off in his head. Her eyes survey his body, taking in his distorted face and bloody appearance.

"Oh my god, Kyle."

She then rushes out of his office, and Kyle runs after her into the kitchen, thinking of every possible way to justify how he looks.

"Y/N, wait. I can explain everything. Just let me-"

She puts a finger to his lips and he stops talking, his brain turning blank at the sudden contact

"No, let me," she says, pointing towards her desk. "Go sit down."

He hesitates, and she looks at him with pleading eyes.

"Please Kyle."

He nods and takes a seat on her chair, while she assembles something he can't see. She comes back a moment later with an hastily mustered ice pack, which she dumps into his open hands and then walks back to his office. Returning with a clean white shirt, she takes the ice away and looks him up and down.

"Take your shirt off."

Her sudden bluntness stuns Kyle, and she turns away upon realizing.

"Sorry, I meant take your shirt off so I can assess the damage," she elaborates, her voice suddenly quite shy. Once he confirms it's off, she turns back around and inspects his body. He watches her intently while she does, but her face only exhibits concentration. She sighs once she's done, and tells him to put the new shirt on.

"Looks like they didn't do much to your body. The main issue is your face, but we can get that patched up in no time," she says, handing him the ice pack to put over his black eye before walking back to the kitchen. She comes back with some gauze and a cold, damp cloth, which she lightly presses on the area around Kyle's lip. She's way too close to his face for his liking, so to avoid eye contact he glances at the clock, which reads 10:15 pm.

"Wait, why are you here in the first place? It's quarter past 10, everyone else would've left hours ago."

"Oh yeah. Well, it's kinda embarrassing, but I thought you might not have left yet, and I wanted to see you. Good thing too, otherwise no one would have been here to help you after getting mugged."

Wait, mugged? Kyle thinks, then he smiles as he realizes why she must assume that.

"How do you know the blood on me is mine?" He asks with a playful tone, and she smirks.

"I don't think I could imagine you purposefully hurting anyone, ever," she replies, and his heart skips a beat.

I was standing in front of her covered in blood, yet she still refused to believe that it was my fault. Imagine what she'd say if she knew the truth. He shook that thought out of his mind.

"Why do you think that?" He questions, and she shrugs.

"You're normally so calm, and you always keep your emotions in check, unlike me."

She turns somber, probably remembering how she cried on his shoulder that evening after the trial.

"Hey, don't worry about the case. You're gonna make a great lawyer. I mean, you care so much about everyone around you, and always see the best in people no matter what they do."

Embarrassed, she shyly tries to turn away but he stands and tilts her chin back up so she's forced to look at him.

"You're lovable, and charming without even trying. And you're so beautiful..."