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I can see an older Kenny taking your shyness as a challenge. He would love to get closer to you and would want to get you to open up. He'd never push boundaries too far, and would be over the moon the moment you are willing to let him in.

He's less devoted to his classwork, which I think would do you some good. He'd recognize the importance of good grades but would hopefully help you not be so devoted to those grades that the occasional bad one wouldn't upset you. However, he is still sympathetic when you do get upset, and I think he would be great at providing you comfort so you aren't alone.

Kenny is perfect contrast to you being a "talker." literally the two of you are peak okok x lala. he loves listening to you talk, and does the occasional hum to make sure you know he is listening. if you're venting, he makes sure his body language is also conveying he is properly listening. he isn't the greatest with advice, but is a great shoulder to cry on.

Kyle hates the feeling of having a crush. Knows from his adolescence that his romantic endeavors seemed doomed from the start. He is also aware of Cartman’s never ending enjoyment in ruining his life, and knows that these things are more likely to crash and burn.

Even so, you are always on his mind. With how you wait for him to tie his shoes, ask about his family, seem to care about his religion. Your interactions have a softness he isn’t familiar with, everyone around him seemingly made out of harsh edges. He doesn’t want to lose you, can already feel the way you are starting to erode his jagged walls.

Kyle only went to Kenny with his dilemma, aware of his promising history with romance, even if Kenny is driven more by lust. He was his best shot.

(“Just be yourself, but more confident. Like, lean up against a wall. You’re tall, they’ll like that. You don’t give yourself enough credit.”)

Kenny’s advice is all that rings in Kyle’s mind as he finds you in the hall. The last bell just rang, and you will be at your locker. Luckily, it seems to just be you who needs to be grabbing books, which gives Kyle ample space to follow Kenny’s gospel.

Leaning against the locker is horrendously awkward, one of the hinges digging into his shoulder. He feels stupid, but doesn’t have a chance to straighten out because you are shutting your locker door and closing the one thing separating the two of you.

You jump, startled by his presence, but that fear alleviates when you notice who it is. “Oh! Hi Kyle. Do you need something?” 

(“You could try a pick up line. But I don’t think you’re smooth enough. Maybe ask them for coffee. A study date is horrendously boring but could work for you.”)

“Are you free this afternoon?” It takes him a moment to reply, trying to stop the words from getting stuck in his throat. He doesn’t understand how you can look so beautiful even after getting up at 6 in the morning and being inside of this school for 8 hours. It makes it hard to think, when you look like that.

You pause to think, holding your few books close to you. “Yeah! I was just going to do some assignments due later this week. Why? Do you need something?”

Kyle wonders if you can see the blush on his face; he can feel it. “Uh. No. I mean, yeah. I just…” His voice trails off, and he fumbles a bit around as he stands straight up, feeling more like himself without the attempt to replicate Kenny’s cool persona. 

“Do you want to get coffee with me?” He finally asks, and he can’t breathe until you respond.

“Aw, Kyle, I’d love too,” You start, and he tries to get ready for the familiar taste of rejection, “But I don't have my wallet with me.”

His shoulders sag, and he can’t believe he was that tensed up. He lets out a deep breath, not rejected. Of course you’d feel bad for not having money, and would want to pay even though he asked you.

“I don’t mind paying,” Kyle smiles, and he should thank Kenny later for the coffee date suggestion. 

You grin even brighter and nod, “If you’re sure. I’ll just pay for the next date.” After that you begin walking to the parking lot, laughing as you hear him stutter a response and jog to catch up with you. Ever the gentleman, he offers to take your books. You let him, knowing how much the small gesture probably means to him. 

your interests would definitely overlap, and he would enjoy simply coexisting as you worked on your hobbies and he worked on his. he's definitely also very academic and would probably enjoy "competing" with you regarding test and essay grades as motivation. (it's all in good fun and he is not as competitive with you as he would be say cartman.)

kyle's music interest and yours wouldn't overlap but i could see him being down to listen to what you like! (especially mitski, cigarettes after sex, and laufey.) can respect your differences in music even if they aren't really his cup of tea. (but i think he'd be really into laufey if he listened. like a guilty pleasure.)

also kyle is the type to remember your preference for silver jewelry and would never buy you anything gold because he's sweet like that :)

Your home is the place the three of you spend time the most. Kenny despises the house, walls built on conflict, a bitter reminder of what he might become. Clyde has grown fond of his step-mother, but his house serves only to remind him of his mother's passing. Your family's couch has indents from the three of you, always glued to each other's side. (It makes you smile, happy that your people have been accepted into your home so swiftly. There are still pieces of them, even when they leave.)

The position is typically the same, unless the weight of the day calls for it to shift. Kenny sits on the right side of the couch, cushioned between the armrest and the back of the couch. He enjoys being next to the end table, where a drink always sits. You are typically always between the two of them, slotted into Kenny's side so perfectly, as if you were made to be under the crook of his arm. Kenny's left arm always finds itself wrapped around you -- either your shoulder, or your waist.

Clyde is always leaning against you, taking up the rest of the couch. Your lap becomes his pillow, his hair soft and ticklish against the skin of your thigh. The first time he collapsed against you like this, it made you laugh. It was silly how close he desired to be to you. Almost doglike, really, with how affectionate and loyal he is. Now, you can't imagine sitting on the couch without his unfamiliar weight.

There's a movie playing, presumably Disney with the animation style. You're too tired to be paying attention, too absorbed in the warmth from Kenny -- his jacket still on, just unzipped -- and the feeling of Clyde's hair in your fingers. It's unconscious, how your hand drifts to brown locks. You can feel the tension leaving Clyde the moment your nails gently rack against his scalp. Hair twirls around your fingers, and if your other arm wasn’t pinned, you would probably be putting tiny braids in his hair. (His hair isn’t long enough for them to really stay, but it’s amusing to watch as he tries to find where you’ve placed them.)

You shift closer to Kenny, and the movement makes his eyes shift down to the both of you. He thinks he’s only truly found peace here, away from crash jokes and horrendous plans his friends always make. It’s quiet, despite the low hum of the movie playing; it’s only the three of you, the world outside locked away.

He watches you twirl a strand of Clyde’s hair in your fingers, the action monotonous. The arm wrapped around you shifts, Kenny’s hand unclasping itself from your shoulder and reaching for one of your loose strands of hair.

You can feel the pressure as he gives it a gentle tug, and when you look up at him, he grins. He doesn’t pull again after that, and copies your movements by having his finger be wrapped up in the strand. Eventually he gets bored of that, and eventually you have all of his fingers playing with the hair near your scalp. Dull nails are soft as they scratch at the skin, and you can empathize with Clyde’s reactions now.

After a moment, you also relax deeper into the couch, grateful for the people who find sitting on a couch with you entertaining enough. A groan from Clyde breaks the mood, and when you look down you see your hand has stilled, no longer moving. The moment you begin your previous actions, he stops complaining. Kenny laughs, and you feel it more than you hear it.

(Poetry will state that home is not a place, but a person. Someone who can understand you entirely, accepting your worst with your best. Home can only be a room, with walls and a roof, if there is someone inside to make it warm.