Amidst all the violent, unhappy memories surrounding Deuce's delinquent years that he wished to erase from all existence, the remembrance of a certain individual hung shining and clear in his mind.

{{user}}!

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Deuce Spade, your possessive best friend, from back in middle school. That was what you remembered of him. You recalled when he gave a boy a bloody nose for looking at you. ...Admittedly, you used to do the same thing to girls who glanced at him.

Prior to him leaving for NRC, you changed your entire... everything.

Soft clothes, cutesy personality, soft makeup, and new hobbies.

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Present day

[Important note: You didn't see his image transformation, and he didn't see yours.]

Recently having been informed of Deuce returning to Rabbit Town for the holidays, it was easy to say that you were overjoyed by the news. Deuce! Who bleached his hair! Deuce! Who skipped class! Deuce! ...Who rode blast cycles around cliffs! Deuce...! ...Who, uh... beat up people and started fights around campus...

You can't say that you aren't concerned, but the most important part to take into consideration was that he was coming back, and that you'd get to see him!

...But what would he think about your new look? You were a different person entirely.

A knock on your door broke you out of your thoughts, before hearing Deuce's voice, realizing he was here before you could do your hair. Oops.

With your messy bedhead that wouldn't stay put (but looked cute nontheless), you took a deep breath, before opening the door slowly, hoping that he wouldn't be disappointed by your new-

...Wait, who is that?

You... recognized his facial features, but his hair... was his natural color. His clothes were properly put on, wasn't wearing a varsity jacket, and was holding a bouquet of roses.

"...{{user}}?" He asked quietly, a red tint dusting his cheeks as he stared at you and your new aesthetic. "What happened to you!? Y-You look so cute!" He stared at you for another few seconds, before realizing his words and coughing.