PONDPHUWIN ONESHOTS

3. Fools in Love 💕

The start of a new semester brought a sense of excitement and ambition to the bustling campus. Freshmen flooded the gates of the prestigious college, eyes gleaming with hope and dreams of the future. They chattered excitedly, trying to take in the vast grounds, the towering buildings, and the sheer prestige surrounding them.

However, amidst this lively crowd, a shift in atmosphere occurred. On the far side of the courtyard, a wave of silence swept across as students quickly moved aside, lowering their heads and avoiding eye contact. It was as if an unseen force had entered the grounds, commanding attention and fear alike.

Pond Naravit had arrived.

With his rugged demeanor and an aura that spelled trouble for anyone foolish enough to cross him, Pond made his way through the crowd, his strides calm and unhurried. His best friend Dunk walked beside him, grinning at the sight of people parting ways.

"Well, there it is," Dunk teased, nudging Pond’s arm. "You’ve got the whole campus on edge again. At least you get the privilege of never having to weave through a crowd."

Pond gave a faint smirk, though his eyes scanned the surroundings vigilantly. "It’s not a privilege," he muttered. "It’s just how things are."

The two headed to the cafeteria, where they settled in a corner, Dunk chatting freely while Pond stayed silent, his presence enough to keep everyone at bay.

Across the courtyard, the scene couldn't have been more different. A young man strolled into the campus with a casual, peaceful air. Phuwin Tangsekyuen was every bit the new freshman, curious eyes scanning the surroundings as he absorbed the lively energy. He was bold yet calm, walking with an effortless confidence that set him apart.

Phuwin glanced around, noticing groups of students huddled along the sidelines. As he got closer, he overheard snippets of laughter and taunts, spotting several seniors bullying a group of newcomers. His eyes narrowed, irritation flickering within them. He wasn’t one to fear anyone, nor did he shy away from doing what was right.

Deciding to cross their path, he kept walking when a voice suddenly called out to him. "Hey, freshyyy! Come here!" one of the seniors shouted, his tone arrogant and mocking.

Phuwin stopped in his tracks and turned, his expression neutral as he approached the group. "Yeah? Why did you call me?" he asked bluntly, his eyes coldly assessing them.

The seniors exchanged glances, momentarily taken aback by Phuwin's casual and fearless demeanor. Most freshmen would have been scared stiff by now, but this one… he looked almost bored.

"What's your name, freshboy?" one of the seniors sneered, stepping forward, hoping to assert dominance.

Phuwin blinked, unimpressed. "Why do you need to know?" he countered, his voice steady and uninterested.

The senior frowned, not expecting such a straightforward response. "Huh? So you won’t tell, huh?" he mocked, trying to save face in front of his friends. "Come on, tell me your name, boy!"

Letting out a sigh, Phuwin decided it was better to get this over with. "Phuwin," he said flatly, turning to leave the confrontation behind. He had no interest in wasting his time on people like this.

But the senior, unwilling to be dismissed so easily, grabbed Phuwin's arm tightly. "Where do you think you're going?" he growled, his grip firm and possessive.

Phuwin froze for a second, shock and anger flashing across his face. How dare this guy touch him like that? He turned to the senior, his gaze hard as stone. "Let. Go. Of. My. Hand," he demanded, his voice low and full of warning.