(Y/N)'s P.O.V
I opened my eyes to find a bright light in my face.
(MY EYES!!!😵😵)
Anyway I heard a sigh of relief. "(Y/N)?" I heard a voice. I looked over saw Kyle sitting in a chair looking at me.
"Dude you're okay!" He says happily. I smiled and got confused. "Wait, what happened?" I asked him.
"This big kid tackled you and knocked you out. You got a couple of bruises though," he says pointing at your arms and legs.
I looked and saw at least five bruises and two cuts on my limbs. Mother fucker!
"He got suspended by the way. Also I did..." He says blushing and scratching the back of his neck adorably. "Why?"
"I kinda might've...kicked his ass..." Kyle says looking away.
I was shocked. Why would he do that? "Why?" I asked him in a worried tone.
"So he couldn't hurt you anymore." He answers.
The nurse came in and saw I was awake. "Okay so she seems okay, but here is something that will help you get better." She says and handing me a freaking cough drop.
Kyle gave her a confused look. "I don't think she needs that. I think she just needs an ice pack." He says looking at me.
"Alright what ever. At least your boyfriend knows what he's doing." She mumbles and goes over to the fridge to get a ice pack.
I blushed insanely. "Uh...we aren't dating." I said.
"Yeah yeah." The nurse said handing Kyle the ice pack.
"I'll be back. I needs the shit." She says walking back to the restroom.
Me and Kyle laughed while he placed it on my leg where the bruise was.
"Jesus, he sure did a number on you (Y/N)." He smiling.
"Yeah." I said tensing at the coldness of the ice pack.
It was silent until he did something really unexpected. He leaned down and kissed the bruise.
I blushed pure red. "K-Kyle!"
"Shh. You seem hurt, I'll make the pain go away instead of this." He says placing the ice pack to the side.
Kyle began to kiss all of my bruises and cuts. His lips were so soft, kinda like a pillow or something. He wasn't even blushing. Why is he kissing me?
He made it up to my arm and eventually to my face. He stared at me before he wanted to kiss my lips.
"Kyle?"
"Yeah?" He says like nothing of the ordinary.
"We aren't even a thing. Please stop kissing me."
He nodded until he placed one final kiss on my forehead. "Sorry...I had to." Then the nurse came back.
"Sorry, was I ruining your makeout session?" She asked.
"No!" We both shouted.
"Okay whatever! Get the hell out of here now."
Me and Kyle walked out and returned to our classes. I literally was still blushing. People kept asking if I was alright but I wasn't.
Why would he kiss me if he wasn't even blushing?
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Hidden (Kyle Broflovski X Reader)
Fanfiction(THIS STORY IS OLD ASF AND IT'S PRETTY CRINGEY, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK) Every boy you tend to like, always rejects you. But you find this particular boy different from your other recent crushes. When a over-heard boy hears you mumbling to yourself...
