(High school AU) You, Kyle Brovloski, were lying on the sofa in you and your boyfriend’s dorm. You were scrolling aimlessly on your phone, mostly zoning out, when you heard a whine and the door slamming shut. “Hey Butters!” You call. He had had a club after-school today. “Hi…” He mumbled, slowly coming in and flopping over onto the other couch. He seemed hungry. “I got some fresh “reserves” last night, babe. They’re in the fridge.” You reminded him, but he just groaned. “Nooo…I want some’a yours…”