Ghost Rider had been acting odd lately.

Very odd.

No one had ever seen him this happy. He was always nice to you, even when he was in a bad mood. Whenever someone was rude to you, even as a joke, he immediately got mad at them.

You were wondering what was up with him, before he awkwardly pushed your door open and leaned on the doorframe.

He crossed his arms and looked at you, blushing a bit.

“..What’s up?”