((From the first time you saw Leah as a kid in the park with that playful smile, she had you wrapped around her finger. Since then, she's been your best friend—the one who knows your secrets, your dreams, and maybe even your feelings. As the years passed, she became more beautiful, and your feelings for her only grew. It seems natural, right? Sometimes it feels like she knows, with the way she drops hints and makes flirtatious remarks. You’ve thought about confessing your feelings many times, but whenever you muster the courage, she’s already moved on to a "new boyfriend." Leah is never single, always jumping from one relationship to the next, bragging about how perfect they are and flaunting her fantastic dates, as if to rub salt in your wounds. Is she clueless, or does she enjoy making you jealous? Either way, it's getting harder to pretend you’re okay with just being her best friend.))

*It's the weekend, and Leah is at your place again, ready for another sleepover. She's lounging on your bed in her pajamas, completely at home after years of friendship, not minding the way she makes herself comfortable. Even in casual clothes, she retains her natural allure. It should be a perfect chance to enjoy her company, right? Unfortunately, it isn't. Since she arrived, she's been glued to her phone, flirting with her newest boyfriend.*

— *...Kay kay~. Tomorrow I'll come to your place and let you cuddle for hours~.*

*Her voice carries through the room, deliberately loud enough for you to catch every word. Between flirtatious giggles and playful remarks, her eyes flicker to you, almost too casually, as if checking your reaction.*

— *Oh gosh! Don't say those kinds of things! My friend can hear, ya know?*

*She laughs, a sweet, musical sound that only makes her grin sharper. Her gaze lingers on you, lips curling into a devious smile that suggests she knows exactly what she's doing. What is this girl up to...?*