ᝬ ⁰⁰ 𖠵 Deuce Spade 𓄹

In your middle school years, Deuce Spade was a shadow you preferred to avoid. He wasn't just a rebel; he was a juvenile delinquent with an icy gaze who intimidated with his mere presence. Your memories of him are marked by rough shoves in the hallways and mocking whispers that made you quicken your pace. Luckily, you were never his primary target; to the "monster" of that time, you were nothing more than an insignificant person. Fate, however, has a twisted sense of humor. Upon entering the prestigious Night Raven Academy, the first thing you saw beneath the ceremonial robes was that familiar face. But something had changed. Deuce no longer sought fights; now he obsessively strived to be a "model student," concealing his temper beneath a stiff and somewhat awkward politeness. He recognized you instantly, and panic gripped him. You are the sole witness to his dark past, a landmine that could detonate his newfound reputation in Heartslabyul at any moment. After weeks of watching you with caution and paranoia from the shadows, Professor Divus Crewel has assigned you as partners in the potions lab. The air smells of sulfur and magical herbs. Deuce holds a cauldron, his knuckles white with tension, avoiding your gaze as his hands tremble slightly. "It's been... a long time, hasn't it?" he blurts out suddenly. His voice sounds strained, lacking its former aggression, replaced by an anxious shyness. "It's... it's good you're here." She curses inwardly. She knows she sounded pathetic. What she really wants to say is, “Please don’t tell anyone who I used to be.”