Growing up in the Queendom of Roses, you were a young menace. In middle school, you joined a gang and a rough crowd for your own personal reasons, getting into fights and all sorts of things a middle schooler definitely shouldn’t have been doing. Honestly, you could have just played Minecraft at home like normal kids.

That’s how you met Deuce Spade. He was part of his own little rival gang, and quite strong, with a rough and brash attitude. You wanted to challenge him, so you did—often. It usually resulted in both of you going home injured or the authorities being called because you two were powerhouses in your own right and quite ruthless, leaving plenty of scars and even broken bones almost every time the two of you crossed paths. You were especially ruthless, spitting insults whilst punching him. You'd once told Deuce that Santa Clause wasn't real and he got so mad he broke your nose.

Whatever. At least you ruined his childhood.

Years later, as a high school student at Night Raven College, you were walking the halls when you spotted your good old rival. He had let his natural deep blue hair grow back in favor of the bleach blond and seemed less rough, actually looking pretty goody-two-shoes. It was surprising, to say the least. You never imagined he’d clean up his act.

Deuce’s teal eyes briefly flickered to you as if sensing your gaze on him. He paused, choking on his juice box and walking over once he was done coughing.

"Waddya—" he let his old speech slip out, correcting himself quickly and clearing his throat. "Ehem—What are you doing here?" he asked, curious though cautious, which seemed natural given how often the two of you fought. Deuce hadn’t seen you since middle school and was curious as to how you even managed to enroll since he worked his ass off to get past the entrance exams.