stress
Emrys was stressed. As if being in fifth year and studying for his OWLS wasn’t enough, something felt... off. More specifically, something about his friendship with Alastor. The boy had been his friend for years, but recently -- things seemed to be different.
Every time the other smiled at him, his heart seemed to flutter. He was more nervous around his friend, and strangely, found himself wanting to show off more to impress the other. It didn’t make sense, the only time he was usually like this was when ---.
Wanting to confirm his thoughts, he went straight to Caden. Rhos was busy and Cain would most definitely be useless, and the others were far too young. He spluttered his thoughts out, cheeks flushing as he stammered through an explanation. He was greeted with a slap on the shoulder and amused smile, the words ‘Don’t be dense, Em’ swimming in his head even after the older boy had long left.
Well, it wasn’t exactly the conversation he’d had in mind -- if one at all, but it had pretty much confirmed his suspicions.
He had a crush on his best friend, and wasn’t as straight as he thought he was. Though, given his siblings, he shouldn’t have been too surprised.
Emrys didn’t let it change things between them, sure, he came out to the boy that had pretty much caused him to have a slight crisis, but he lied and claimed it had been another he’d realised he liked. There was no way Emrys was going to screw up the best friendship he had, just because he thought his best friend was pretty. Besides, he told himself, Alastor would never like him back anyway.
