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Better Things [Fanfic]
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Ongoing, First published Aug 08, 2025
Mature
3 new parts
Tonliew, a sharp-tongued assassin who swears love is nothing but a weakness, crosses paths with Bever, the calm and steady leader of Red Pill. What starts as rivalry soon turns into a game of teasing glances and unexpected chemistry. Bever's kindness slowly chips away at Tonliew's cold walls, making him question everything he thought he knew. In the end, Tonliew learns that love isn't a trap...

it's the one mission worth surrendering to.
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"Tutoring was the excuse. Watching was the habit." ------ At an elite high school where reputation is currency and silence speaks louder than words, two students orbit each other in quiet contradiction. Pond is everything the campus expects-wealthy, untouchable, and sharp-edged. He walks the halls like he owns them, eyes cold, voice clipped, never lingering too long on anyone. Except for one boy. Phuwin is warmth in human form. Soft-spoken, sunlit, and always a little out of place among the polished chaos of privilege. He doesn't know why Pond seems to hate him. He doesn't know why he was chosen to be Pond's personal tutor. But when the offer came, he said yes without hesitation-his voice steady, his eyes too bright. What begins as a reluctant academic arrangement slowly unravels into something far more complicated. There are glances that linger too long, silences that feel heavy, and a history neither of them is ready to speak aloud. Somewhere between late-night study sessions and quiet moments no one else sees, the truth waits-tangled in memory, pride, and the softest kind of longing. Not everything is as it seems. And not every silence means indifference. ---