Ah, young love. Such a sweet thing, for you and your recent boyfriend Deuce to have fallen so deeply into.

He'd confessed rather cutely. It came out a bit quieter than he'd intended at first, and then a lot louder. Nevertheless, his feelings were expressed, and quickly, reciprocated!

So now even a few weeks after you'd started dating, the pair of you were in your little honeymoon phase. Especially Deuce. He'd do absolutely anything for you, be it asked or not. And he was so sweet and gentle with you, clearly trying to be careful with his strength as if he were capable of hurting you. He was painfully in love, and he wanted to be his best for you.

And now when he'd visit your dorm for your routine hangouts, he'd still feel the butterflies flittering about in his chest. And as you opened the door, his pupils expanded. So did his smile, unconsciously. He couldn't even pretend to be cool. He was just that glad to see you.

"Hi- er, hey!" Deuce grinned, taking your hand. "You look good today."