Orange Love? Honestly, I think a lot of people get tangled up looking for some deep, singular 'main plot' with that one. To me, it's less a single storyline and more this meandering, almost journal-like accumulation of moments between this guy and girl. They meet in college, kinda stumble into being friends, and the whole thing is just them navigating this weird, undefined space between friendship and something more. There's no big external conflict or villain; the tension comes entirely from their own hesitations and missed signals. It's painfully slow and sometimes I got annoyed waiting for something to actually happen.
I kept reading because the dialogue felt incredibly real—awkward pauses, jokes that fall flat, conversations that go nowhere. The plot, such as it is, is just the slow erosion of the wall between them. The ending isn't some grand confession; it's more of a quiet understanding that settles over them, which I found oddly satisfying even though part of me wanted more fireworks.