Lunch was different, there were more choices that kids can grab and go. It seemed this is where the money went to, more friendly things to eat for lunch. There was some tofu trays, some real and non-real foods, mostly meat-based. There was even an ATM for kids to use their credit card for the food. It was modern, which [M/N] liked but he hated what was left, there wasn't a limit yet and Cartman took full advantage.

[M/N] sat down at the table where the guys were, Kenny right behind him with his own tray. A sandwich and apple slices, [M/N] knew that Kenny is a growing neitherborn so he may have bought extra for the other.  [M/N] moved, keeping his meat-based food, chili fries, and soda. He hands Kenny the extra soda and cheesy hamburger. If he wanted fries, he could get some off his own plate. [M/N] heard the chair's squeak when the table was being crowded by his friends. 

"Thank you, baby, ~" Kenny cooed as he looked over the food on his tray. His stomach grumbling, his eyes stared at the sandwich for a moment, lifting up the large beast with a wide smile. I should reward him later~ for taking care of his lady~. So we're gonna go blow him later?. 

"Ha, [M/N] had to feed Kenny like a homeless person." Cartman snickered, shoving a handful of fries inside his mouth, chewing them loudly. 

"I kind of regret sitting here now," Craig said as he sits on the other side of [M/N], their elbows touching and so were their knees. [M/N] didn't mind, most of his friends were there and the table could only take so many butts. 

"Then leave, gay-ige." Cartman said as Craig rolled his eyes a bit at him. [M/N] ignored them, bitting down on his own burger, humming at the taste of food, The meat was still juicy and the cheese melted in his mouth perfectly.

"If the name didn't stick in eighth grade, then it isn't going to work now," Craig said, opening his flavored water, ignoring Cartman's strategy, annoying them enough for them to leave [M/N]. His steely eyes narrowed at the end of the table to see Tweek and Clyde sit down at the end by Cartman's huge body. Tweek first caught his eye and flinched for a moment before sending his dark grey-eyed glare back.

"I wouldn't think I'm feeding Kenny because I feel bad, plus even if he was homeless he would remind me of a golden retriever needing a good home." [M/N] said, giving Cartman the side-eye. Kenny beamed though, as he ate, munching happily on the burger while listening to [M/N] talk about him. 

"What kind of dog would I be then?" Stan asked, pulling up to the scene, teeth a bit grit as he sat next to Tweek. Not liking that he wasn't the one sitting next to [M/N]. 

"A Doberman pincher, mostly because of your black hair. Though, it looks like you could be fast too, not greyhound fast." [M/N] said as he takes another bite of his burger with a hum. Plus those puppy eyes would drive anyone mad, begging to pet him as well. Just like the other day~ when he was putty, as I blew him~ [M/N]'s eyes widen as he choked on his burger, he coughs and felt a hand pat his back to help him but his gaze stayed down on his tray. What the fuck was that?! I didn't think that! I don't even feel horny at the moment!

" Be careful! You're lucky I was here, with these heathens." Kyle said from behind [M/N], using one hand to hold the tray as the other was patting [M/N]'s back. [M/N] felt the coughing stop and Kyle placed his hand on the hunter's shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. " How are you? Do you need some water or something?" 

"Jesus fuck, Kyle, get your horny ass away from him." Cartman huffed, rolling his mismatched eyes, " For fucks sake Jew, you're close to creaming your pants."

"Fuck off fatass." Kyle snapped but takes the seat beside Kenny.

"Sick, now I have that image in my head!" Clyde stuck his tongue out in disgust, as Token rolled his eyes before sitting down beside the disgusted male. 

[M/N] sipped his soda as he kept eating, slowly. 

"Hey, cream is cream." Kenny laughs as the others gave him disgusted glances as another tray was set down at the table. Butters sat down at the last seat of the table, he had a small tray and [M/N] knew that he didn't have much to eat. [M/N] looked at his tray, seeing a small slice of pizza and nothing else. He licked his lips and then to the fries before sliding it towards Butters, along with his open soda. 

"Aw, Geez, I don't need it [M/N]." Butters said, panic coming up as he saw the food. It was his fault for not hiding his money well enough at home. Apparently, you could be grounded for hiding money for yourself, which was the reason. Butters never knew until that morning. 

"Yeah, if you stop eating, maybe your fatass will stop growing," Cartman said as [M/N] sighs a bit. Butters bows his head as Kyle sighs, " Leave him alone, Fatass, if anything, you're the one who should lose weight. I can feel the table dip down." Cartman gasped, glaring at Kyle as the table snickered. 

"Take it, Butters, I can hear your tummy rumbling." [M/N] said as he pushed the fries forwards, along with his drink. "It's fine."

"...Thank you, [M/N]." Butters mumbled as he ignored the glares heading his way, he takes small nibbles on the fries, his stomach growling still but not as loud. [M/n] smiles to himself as he takes the last bite of his burger. Maybe I should be feeding them both? The bitch hasn't touched my money yet, not yet. It's like feeding two puppies~ maybe I am a dog person.

" Here, I bought an extra one," Clyde said, sliding the cold can of lemonade towards him. [M/N] didn't notice Clyde even get up, but smiles at the gesture. " Now what kind of dog am I? I feel like, like my soul belongs with a German Shepard, because I have brown hair, they have brown ha-"

"Fur." Token quickly corrects before eating a purple grape.

"Fur, thanks, and we both like running after things-" Clyde said, but Cartman snorts again.

"Dude, you're just as fat as I am," Cartman said, smirking at Clyde. " Plus, you ain't German, they all have pretty blond hair and blue eyes."

"You think I'm pretty?" Kenny grins, fluttering his eyes at Cartman, but was ignored.

"Unlike some Ginger-jew assholes," Kyle growls under his breath before aggressively drinking his apple juice. 

"Cartman knock it off, if you're fishing for attention, then it's not working obviously," Craig spoke up, giving the mismatched eyed an unamused eyebrow. " You being a jerk and a dumbass isn't very sexy." Tweek scoffed from his end. "You're one to talk." Craig this time gave the blond a glare who gives it right back. 

[M/N] tugged at the collar of his shirt, a bit heated, and didn't know what to do with this heavy atmosphere. His eyes moved to Clyde and saw how dejected he looked, "....St.Benard." 

"What?" Clyde looked up, " He's a big dog! I know I'm not the skinniest dude, but I swear to god, all this can melt off. I just need to work out more, I swea-"

"St. Benard's make me happy, sometimes they annoy me but they always make me happy because they're warm, and loving too." [M/N] said, noticing the looks they were all giving him. He wanted to hide, their eyes were just staring intently at him and it began to bother him and he didn't know why. " I liked Beethoven, and if I didn't get a cat, I would've found me a St.Benard puppy. But they're also hardworking, digging people out from the snow and fun to play with."

"Are you flirting with me?" Clyde asked, a pink hue coming across his cheeks but kept his goofy grin on his lips. "I can be your St.Clyde~"

[M/N] muttered something before opening the drink, taking a long sip from it.  Kyle scoffing a bit, "I think Cats are better, I can't imagine myself as a dog." He said as Stan let out a sarcastic laugh, "What?"

"You wouldn't even get what they're talking about anyway, even if it was pet play, you wouldn't be into it," Stan said as Kyle huffed a bit, puffing his cheeks a bit.

"Ohhh, damn," Cartman said, finishing his drink as he watched the two ex-gay-best-friends.

"I can be into Pet play if my partner wants to be. I wouldn't be quiet about what I want, unlike you," Kyle said, eyes narrowing at Stan, almost into slits. Stan glared back before smirking a bit.

"Yeah, I know but you are quiet about one thing you like." Stan taunts as the color drains from Kyle's face. 

"This feels different from the other side, as a viewer," Cartman commented.

"Stanley Marsh, You better not," Kyle said, gripping the table as [M/N] noticed, Kyle's eyes glancing to him then back to Stan. He could hear Kyle's heart beating fast but he could also smell the slowly boiling anger coming from the redhead. Whatever Stan was going to do, it was gonna be ugly.

"You rather be on your fucking knees, praying to [M/N]." Stan finished, gasping as he avoided the tray thrown at his head. 

"Holy fuck!" Kenny exclaimed and people turn their focus to them, " Kyle has a religion Kink!" The blond laughs, as some kids began snickering but Kyle stood up, holding his soda, throwing it at Stan once more before fully tackling the ravenette. His cute green hat flying off and red curly hair pooling around him as he tried to choke Stan out. Kids roared with bets, saying how they were going to bet on one and the other. Kenny's laughter had stopped but pictures were being taken, especially with Stan kicking off Kyle off. They both wiped the sweat off their foreheads, but before they could start fighting again, [M/n] grasped Stan's waist and arm while Kenny took Kyle's.

"Let me go! I want to fucking kill him!" Kyle exclaimed, struggling against Kenny's arms as the group watching slowly disperse. Teachers coming in, quickly. 

"I don't care, just don't me go, I might have a bump on my head," Stan said, leaning against [M/N].

"You bitch!"

"Hey now, there's a fight because of Kink shaming?!" P.C Principal said, spitting out the word shaming. Kenny let's go of Kyle and [M/N] let's go of Stan as their Principal began shaming the shamers as [M/N] ducks out. His lunch was ruined anyway, now he just wanted to get away before he gets shamed for something he didn't do. [M/N] rubbed his head as he entered the boy's bathroom, and looked at the mirror.

"That was weird, Wonder why Kyle was ashamed for that Kink? If that got him off, who cares?" [M/N] muttered before washing his hands and splashed the water on his face with a sigh.

"Because they're worried that they're gonna weird you out," Clyde said, which surprised the other. The male gives a smile, holding his hands up. " Relax, it's your St.Clyde."

"Haha." [M/N] chuckled before looking at the other, " How'd you get out? Thought P.C would've locked down the room for his tantrum." 

"He tried but I sneaked out quickly, Token kinda distracted him by pointing out Kenny was laughing about Kyle's kink," Clyde said as he pulled out his phone, looking at the time. " We have a few minutes anyway, we could just stay here...the two of us."

"That's fine, but I don't understand why they care really, why anyone cares? It's not bad to imagine a fantasy, because that's all it is at the end of the day." [M/N] said as he looked to Clyde, " Maybe's he's private."

"He didn't like it because he has someone he likes, but...he doesn't know how the other person would feel.." Clyde said as he looked at his phone, "I don't care, I personally feel like...like I want someone in an apron, asking me what I wanted, ya know? Like that one manga thing, " Would you like a bath, eat dinner or me~" Type, lots of domestic stuff, ya know?" 

"I get it, but yeah, it would be nice for someone to do that. Lots of kinky stuff to do with that question. I would do it.." [M/N] said, never in his life, that question wouldn't be appealing until now. He wouldn't know when he would get out from under Opal's thumb but that sounded nice. 

"Speaking of doing something, I was wondering if you could do this," Clyde said, pressing on the video on his phone. He shows [M/N] who watched, a tad amused. It seemed easy enough, he stood back from Clyde and looked at him, as the light came on.

"Anytime, and when you're comfortable," Clyde said, a small grin pulling on his lips. 

"Aye~" [M/N] even deepened his voice like the videos.

Clyde's cheeks flushed a bright pink, unlike the color in the cafeteria. He was so happy, kinda turned on, from this. No one interrupting him at all nor stealing [M/N]'s attention, as it should be.

So did the person from behind the fifth stall in the bathroom, joyfully eating their lollipop.