Disclaimer: I do not own South Park or any of its characters.

Au: Kyle is a teacher at Ike's college who is a freshman. Ike and Kyle are not related in this and Kyle was raised as an only child. Kyle is 25 while Ike is 19.

Chapter One

Being a new teacher can be both exciting and terrifying. He was going to be teaching psychology 101 to freshman at the South Park Community College. He was qualified to teach it at a more prestige college but with his mother becoming sick he opted to stay close to home to take care of her. But once he entered his new classroom, he was beginning to have some doubts. No one seemed to pay attention to him in the slightest and decided to pass notes as if it were high school. One in particular was unnerving to him since they were nonstop. A guy named Ike who was either looking down to write a note to a girl beside him or look at Kyle as if he did nothing wrong. Since Kyle was new he let them do as they pleased for a few days in hope they would quit but after a week, he took matters into his own hands.

"Can anyone tell me what cognitive memory is?... We just learned about. Oh come on, anyone?" Kyle asked with his eyebrow twitching when no one raised their hand. His hair was more tamed now that he had it styled with his curly locks parted more on one side. His usually wore something causal here and today he was wearing a plain dark blue sweater and black blue jeans. He would prefer to look more professional but after being called old he decided to dress more modern. Though not by much.

He was about to let it go after a few silent seconds and was about to tell them what it was again before he heard a soft laugh in the front of his classroom. Ike was holding a hand over his mouth to muffle the laughter, seemingly engrossed in the paper that the student who he knew as Firkle passed back to him. He could feel anger boil inside himself and moved to go over to their table, catching the other students eyes, before snatching the piece of paper away.

"Hey!" Ike said aloud with his eyes going wide when he looked up to see who had taken it. They looked like a high schooler who was just caught cheating which Kyle found amusing. Their face seemed to look completely mortified after Kyle went back to the front, most likely fearing that he was going to read it.

"I was lenient before but I'm starting to get tired of all this note passing! Now pay attention or I will have to ask you to leave." He warned with his eyes strictly on Ike and Firkle before gazing about the room to stare at the other students who were trouble makers. "That goes for all of you as well. I tried playing the nice guy but this kind of high school behavior will not be tolerated in this classroom." Kyle added, making some of the students shift in their seats to look more alert. Smiling slightly, he went back to his desk to place the note in his desk to debate on what to do with it later.

"Now. What is cognitive memory?" He asked again and was pleased to see some hands up.

...

"Mr. Broflovski sir… I'm sorry about before." He heard a soft voice call out, drawing his attention to see a very nervous Ike standing in front of his desk. After he dismissed everyone, he sat down to read until his next class came or if anyone needed help with their assignments. Which so far no one had ever done. Taking off his reading glasses, he scanned Ike with a quirked eyebrow since no one had ever called him 'Mr' before.

Ike was your typical freshman who looked as if he were still in high school. He wore t-shirts with random sayings and characters on it with usual blue jeans that were faded white in some parts. The only real things that caught Kyle's eyes was the blue beanie they always wore and the thick glasses that seemed to be in style. Which he hated and both loved since he wasn't the type to join major trends.

"It's okay. But next time you do something like that again, I'm holding you over to do an extra assignment. Even if you're one of the few who seem to pay attention, your grades should be better. Well, more attention than other students which isn't a huge compliment." Kyle said in a relaxed tone, sitting back in his chair to look at them more easily. Ike just looked down at the floor with his stance slumped over in worry.

"I know. I'll do better but… C-Can I have the paper back please?" Ike asked, his cheeks burning red that made Kyle get more curious.

"Why? Is it because it's a love letter between you and Firkle?" He asked with an arched eyebrow since he had suspected the two students dating but they could just have a close platonic relationship. The look if shock that flooded Ike's features didn't quite help him narrow it down since it could be a 'how did you know' or a 'what are you talking about?'.

"No! Me and Firkle are just best friends, gross-" He said in a way that a child would which made Kyle chuckle and Ike go shy again.

"I'm sorry but as punishment I took it away and now it's mine. If there's something embarrassing on it than it's your fault for passing notes during class. You're lucky that I didn't read it to everyone. Now is that all Ike?" Kyle asked with his hands neatly folded together on his lap while Ike looked like a kicked puppy.

"Y… Yes that's all." Ike said defeated before holding his shoulder bag strap tight. "I'm sorry…" He added again before walking off leaving a puzzled red head behind who picked up their glasses to slip back on.

What exactly was on that note? He pondered that idea for a while but after a few more minutes of reading his book again, the question just grew louder and louder in his mind. If Ike hadn't stopped by he was planning to just throw it away but now… He had to read it. He scorned being friends with Cartman for so long under his breath since he still felt like it was a breach of privacy as he set his book down to fish out the piece of paper in his desk. When he flipped in on the side with writing the first thing that caught his eyes was the small scribbles that seemed to just be two stick figures holding hands and hearts all over before reading the actual words. It was easy to figure out who's handwriting was who's since Firkle always had messy handwriting when they turned in assignment. Plus, it had two different colored pens with the first line saying hello to Ike which clearly had to be from the goth.

"Hey Ike. I'm so bored I really want to sleep."

"Stay up late again? Lol you always do :P"

"Shut up! At least I'm not in love with a certain red head"

Kyle paused and sat back again in wonderment. They couldn't mean him, right? There were a few red headed students around the campus so it must be just a coincidence.

"That has nothing to do with you not sleeping and you know it."

"Must keep you up at night thinking about him huh? Just ask him out. He might like you too."

"Yeah right! Isn't there a rule about teachers and students dating?"

Freezing cold, he jumped in his seat slightly when he heard someone walk in expecting it to be Ike catching him in the act of reading. Though relaxed wuickly with a small breath when it was just someone who always came early.

"Good afternoon Malcom." Kyle said nicely only to watch them go to their desk and nap. Rolling his eyes, he looked back at the paper to finish it quickly so he could put it in the trash and never think of it again.

"Keep it private than jackass. He looks like a discreet guy who obviously needs to get laid."

It stopped right there with the drawing under that sentence which was most likely when Kyle caught him laughing and took the paper away. And if it was talking about him… He needed laid? What was that about? Sure he hadn't been with someone in a long time but that didn't mean his personality was different from that. He was just stressed from his mother being sick. Though she was showing signs of improvement that made everyone happy. He just couldn't-

"You read it?!" He heard a voice practically yell from the doorway. Looking over, he caught Ike bug eyed with his face red again before looking down at the obvious sign of him reading the paper.

"I-" Kyle began before clearing his throat, "I did." He said while hoping they would leave him so that he could think more of the situation.

"It was a joke! I promise. I- I was just fooling around with Firkle." He said, getting closer to talk lower. Kyle just stared at him wanting to say something to that. Anything. Just something to make it less awkward.

"I don't need to get laid."