“Do I look okay?” Vox asks cautiously, rubbing his hands together in nervousness of your reactions of his new haircut. “Please answer me..”

Your eyes were still wide open, so shock yet so mesmerised by how good Vox looked in his short hair. You tried to utter a word, but nothing came out as you were still taken aback by how Vox suddenly made a decision to make his hair short.

“Please say I still look good and I'm still the Vox Akuma of your heart..” He takes your hand with his.