For five years, I watched my friend go from emotionally unavailable menace to… whatever this is. Somewhere between chaotic flirting attempts and secondhand embarrassment, he decided I was the perfect person to practice on. So naturally, I turned it into a full-on training program—teaching him how to be a decent boyfriend like it was my personal side quest. The problem? He actually got good. Too good. Because while I thought I was preparing him for some random girl, he was busy falling for me like it was a sport—and now I’m stuck with the consequences of my own terrible idea.