Scenario for an entp boy and infj girl! I love that pair together, maybe one where the infj is oblivious to how much the entp is infatuated with her?

(( Yess! I ship them a lot. ))

*ENTP and INFJ are the only two students standing outside in the dewy courtyard lawn before school. Dawn trickles down the horizon, and fluffy white clouds drift groggily across the sky.*

INFJ: *humming softly as she pulls a notebook out of her backpack*

INFJ: Darn! Darn, darn, darn it! Where’s my pencil…?

INFJ: *Rummages through her backpack and discovers her pencil lying in the bottom.* Oh, nevermind. 

ENTP: Should I go up to her? Would that be too obvious?

ENTP: Well, INFJ’s very smart. She might be able to tell that I— erk— like her. I’d rather be swallowed up by the ground than have her find out. 

ENTP: Oh, stop being such an idiot! Just go up to her! …Hey, isn’t that a flower on the ground? INFJ likes flowers…

*ENTP contemplates the trampled sunflower for a moment before picking it up and hiding it behind his back. He tentatively approaches INFJ.*

ENTP: Hello, INFJ. *waves a hand and gives his trademark grin* 

INFJ: Oh, hi. *absentmindedly tucks a strand of hair behind her ear* How’re you, ENTP?

ENTP: I’m fine, thanks. Actually, I wanted to talk to you about someth—-

ENFP: *approaching the two* Hi, INFJ! Hi, ENTP! *wiggles her eyebrows* Did you guys see the flyer about the upcoming school play?

INFJ: Oh, another school play? I can’t stand those things. *sighs frustratedly*

ENFP: Why not? I adore school plays! They’re hilarious because everyone wears cakey stage makeup and weird-looking costumes.

INFJ: Well, I’ve always want to audition, but I’m much too nervous to sing in front of an audience— even a small one.

ENFP: Yeah, well, I think you should try it! *pauses and squints suspiciously at ENTP* … Hey, ENTP, why’re you holding a sunflower?

ENTP: *quickly tossing the sunflower into a hedge* W-what? I don’t see a sunflower anywhere, do you? *faux glances around*

ENFP: That sunflower you were holding! You’ve never struck me as the type of person who prances around picking tulips.

ENTP: Oh, um. I… like botany!

INFJ: Really…?

ENFP: Really?

ENTP: Yes! I’m, er—- analyzing it! For a project! In science!

INFJ: *squinting* ENTP, we’re in the same science class and I know for a fact that there isn’t a botany project. I won’t make you tell me why you’re carrying a flower, but you can drop the charade.

ENTP: …

ENTP: Oh, how convenient. A diversion. *points to a spot near ENFP*

ENFP: *glancing behind herself* What?!

INFJ: Umm, ENFP…? You do know that’s what he wants you to do, right? 

ENTP: *quickly dashes away*

INFJ: *flatly* Nevermind… 

INFJ: I wonder what’s the matter with ENTP? *looks concerned* Was it something I said?

ENFP: No, it wasn’t your fault at all. ENTP’s just weird, that’s all. Once day he’s his entertaining, science-oriented self and the next day he’s picking flowers and…

INFJ: … And blushing. You did notice that, right? He gave several physical and verbal cues that he was nervous and flustered. 

ENFP: ENTP was… blushing? That seems super uncharacteristic of him!

INFJ: I know. I mean, I think I may have an idea on why, but I need more evidence.

*First period, INFJ sees ENTP in AP Chemistry. They’re lab partners (which ENTP probably should have thought of before he fibbed about the “science project”). INFJ is adjusting her glasses and tying up her hair, whilst ENTP puts on a pair of lab goggles.*

ENTP: *picking up a flask* Oh, it looks like the new equipment’s arrived.

INFJ: Oh, may I see that? *gingerly lifts the flask out of ENTP’s hand, her fingers brushing his*

ENTP: *his face softens* Careful…

INFJ: I am. *holds the flask up to the light*

INFJ: That’s new, alright. The coloring on the measurements is black rather than blue, and this flask is much more polished. 

ENTP: *wistfully* How do you do that?

INFJ: *puzzled* Do what? 

ENTP: Be so observant? 

INFJ: Oh, I don’t know. I just tend to analyze everything, down to the smallest behaviors. *pauses* Speaking of analysis, this morning I noticed—-

Lab Teacher: *sharply* Hello, students! Today we’ll be doing blah blah blah sciencey blah blah new erlenmeyer flask blah blah metric measurement blah.

ENTP: *measuring a liquid into the flask* What were you saying, INFJ?

INFJ: … Nevermind. I’ll meet you in the library during lunch.

ENTP: It’s a date. Er, rendezvous. Whatever.

ENTP: ‘Date’? Why am I such an idiot. *nearly spills the liquid in the erlenmeyer flask all over his lab coat* 

*At lunch, the two convene in the library. INFJ, sitting at the corner table, nibbles on a pear and waits for ENTP.*

ENTP: INFJ. Hi.

INFJ: *looking up in surprise* Oh. You.

ENTP: Yes, me. *sits down across from her* So, didn’t you want to ask me something? *drums his fingers nervously on the table*

INFJ: …

ENTP: *TAPTAPTAPTAPTAP*

INFJ: *lightly grabs his hand* I wish you’d stop doing that. 

ENTP: *stares at her* 

ENTP: …

INFJ: Oh, I’m right, aren’t I.

ENTP: *pulling back abruptly* About what?

INFJ: ENTP, how do you feel… about me?

ENTP: Um, well, in a platonic way? Because there are several ways that question could be answered. *chuckles nervously*

INFJ: *solemnly* No, ENTP. I mean… 

INFJ: …Oh, I can’t say it. If I’m wrong, it’ll be awful and embarrassing for the both of us. *sighs*

ENTP: INFJ… If, um, hypothetically, I were to like you, there would be several telltale signs.

INFJ: *leaning forward on her elbows* Okay.

ENTP: Like: first of all, I would be increasingly bumbling around you. And possibly also awkward. This would cause me to say things that make no sense, such as “I like botany” when I, in actuality, am only slightly fond of botany. Secondly—-

ENTP: I guess what I’m trying to say is, do you want to get coffee sometime?

INFJ: *reaching for ENTP’s hand* I would love to.