Some wounds never truly heal. They just learn how to stay quiet. Pond has spent years drowning himself in work, while Phuwin has spent years running from a past he refuses to speak about. They were never supposed to matter to each other-just two strangers crossing paths in a city too busy to notice broken people. Until something begins pulling them back together again. A forgotten sketch. A name no one has heard in years. And a connection that feels far too painful to be coincidence. Sometimes, loving someone means facing the parts of yourself you thought were already gone.

Pond has two problems. The first is Phuwin. The second is that Phuwin has been his problem since they were five. Unfortunately, growing up did not make Phuwin less loud, less shameless, less irritating, or less determined to make Pond's life difficult. It only made him taller, more athletic, more popular, and significantly harder to ignore. Which is particularly inconvenient when the six idiots who grew up together in the same neighbourhood somehow end up at the same university. Pond is trying to study. Phuwin is trying to have fun. Joong is trying to survive. Dunk is enjoying the disaster. Perth is actively contributing to it. Santa is just happy to be there. And somewhere between childhood fights, teenage disasters, university chaos, and years of insisting that they are **just friends**, Pond and Phuwin are going to have to deal with the one thing neither of them has ever been particularly good at: being normal about each other. They are still exactly the same six idiots. Only now there are exams, university dorms, new people, bad decisions, and absolutely no adult supervision. And Pond and Phuwin? They are just friends. Obviously. They have been just friends for years. What could possibly go wrong? (It's a PhuwinPond story ♡)