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Y/N has a crush on her best friend. So naturally, she decides to flirt with him until he gets the hint. The problem? He notices every little thing she does—every lingering touch, every too-close movie night, every compliment—and somehow convinces himself that she couldn’t possibly mean him. She’s trying to tell him she wants him. He’s trying desperately not to want her back. How long can two idiots keep pretending this is just friendship?