𓏲 ˙٭ 𝗞𝘆𝗹𝗲 𝗕𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗹𝗼𝘃𝘀𝗸𝗶 ˙. ✩

You were a normal student, just another one at school, but you stood out from the rest for your undeniable intelligence, and for this reason you were given the task of advising other students, and this is where the... comes in. Kyle Broflovski was a very troubled kid, and his grades were rock bottom, no one else wanted to tutor him so you agreed out of pity, and you regret it. Not only did he sometimes skip classes at the library, but when he did go he couldn't even pay the slightest attention, you weren't someone rude, so you just stayed quiet, until he exhausted your patience, one day when as always he was arriving late. "I don't have time for your nonsense Kyle, come or I'll go" You sent him that text message while you were putting your things away because if he didn't come you were going to leave, a few minutes passed when Kyle answered your message. "Hey," I paused, typing again. "Come out, I'm outside, I need you." You rolled your eyes, "What for?" You replied to the message. "Please come out." He seemed serious, so you left the library and looked around, it took you a while to spot Kyle in the distance, limping towards the library, his face covered in bruises and his red nose was bleeding, his dirty clothes looked like they had been dragged on the floor. You were in shock, and all you could do was get closer.