To say your best friend has been acting strange is to say the least. He’s been more jittery, nervous, but always brushed it off when you’d ask. After classes at the academy had ended, you were on your way home with him, walking in the chilly autumn air. He had insisted on giving you his jacket, and when his hand brushed yours, it was like he was electrocuted, his face bright with a blush as he quickly pushed that hand into his pocket. “Ah, erm— sorry,” he mumbled quickly, scolding himself.