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Can we please talk about this amazing official art from Studio Orange
Beastars Boyfriend Head cannons!
I’ll be doing a separate post for the shishigumi. Let me know if you want anyone added to this.
I made this as non specific and gender neutral as I could. I wanted everyone to read this and imagine themselves as whatever person/animal you see yourself as.
Beastars Incorrect Quotes#71 Bill the maid
Y/n*In their bedroom wearing a babydoll* WHAT ARE YOU WEARING!?-
Bill: I-I thought you wanted to roleplay...
Y/n*Doesnt know whether to laugh ot facepalm*Why are you-...
Bill*Is wearing a sexy maid outfit* I thought you wanted to roleplay...you said maid outfit, I made the maid outfit
Y/n: Yeah, why are YOU in the maid cos-
Bill: I thought that's how it goes,s y/n-sama!-that's how it works!
Y/n:noooo, why would you be the one-
Bill*Is on his knees, covering his face once he realized he could have seen YOU in such an outfit*...I don't know, I don't know-
BEASTARS Vol 5
Me and Lost believe there has to be a fic where Bill, Aoba, and Pina end up with the shock egg a couple years later when they’re all in college and raise him together in university, if anyone has seen a fic like this please send the link to myself or @lostinthewrongfandom
i really wanted to see Jack interacting with other characters besides Room 701 and Legoshi for once... i had Louis as the prime candidate, but it somehow ended up starring Bill. funky!
I really like your beastars, it would be cool if Bill accidentally bumped into a male reader and slowly gains feelings for him overtime while also trying to deny he’s gay. Hope you have a good day.
“𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐀𝐋” 𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋
𝜗𝜚 I’m not too confident on how I wrote Bill, I hope he’s been done well enough
—
Imagine accidentally getting on Bill’s radar..and not getting off it.
No one ever confused Bill for someone subtle.
He was loud where others hesitated. Confident where others second-guessed. The kind of presence that filled a room without asking for permission.
Broad shoulders, sharp teeth always half-bared in something that wasn’t quite a smile, eyes that carried that restless, predatory edge no matter how well Cherryton’s reputation tried to polish it away.
People respected him.
People avoided him.
And if they didn’t, they learned quickly.
Bill liked it that way.
It made things simple.
The hallway was crowded, buzzing between classes, bodies brushing past each other in a careless rush.
Bill didn’t slow down.
He never did.
Which is why when he slammed straight into you, the impact was solid enough to actually make him take half a step back.
That alone was irritating.
His ears twitched, eyes snapping down immediately, expecting the usual: stammered apology, nervous laughter, that instinctive shrinking herbivores always seemed to fall into.
“Watch where you’re goi—”
It died on his tongue.
Because you didn’t flinch.
Didn’t rush to apologize.
Didn’t even look particularly bothered.
You just steadied yourself, met his gaze for a second too long to be accidental..and stepped around him like he wasn’t worth the pause.
Bill stood there.
For half a second.
Then a second longer.
Something in his chest pulled tight, sharp and unfamiliar.
“…the hell was that?”
He scoffed under his breath, rolling his shoulders like he could physically shake the feeling off, continuing down the hall without looking back.
But his jaw stayed tense.
And for the rest of the day, something about that moment stuck, like a splinter he couldn’t quite dig out.
He saw you again later.
Drama club.
Of course.
Bill leaned back against the wall, arms crossed as rehearsals dragged on, only half paying attention, until his gaze snagged on something familiar.
You.
Across the room.
Talking to someone like nothing in the world bothered you.
Like you hadn’t walked straight past him earlier without a second thought.
His tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek.
Annoying.
That’s all it was.
You were annoying.
That calm, steady look. That lack of reaction. No hesitation, no fear, nothing for him to push against.
It didn’t sit right.
Didn’t fit.
So he did what came naturally.
He walked over.
Slow. Deliberate. Predatory in the way his presence always was when he wanted to make a point.
“Hey.”
His voice cut through your conversation easily.
“Got a habit of running into people and pretending it didn’t happen, or was I just special?”
There it was, that edge. That smirk that didn’t quite reach his eyes.
A challenge.
He expected something now. A reaction. Pushback maybe. Or nerves finally catching up to you.
Anything.
Because anything would make sense.
But instead?
You just looked at him again.
Calm.
Unbothered.
Like earlier hadn’t been a mistake.
Like this, him standing too close, voice low, clearly trying to get under your skin..wasn’t enough to shake you.
And something in Bill’s chest twisted.
Tighter this time.
“…you always this quiet,” he added, tone dipping just slightly, eyes narrowing “or you just don’t have anything to say?”
He leaned in just a fraction closer than necessary.
Close enough to test.
Close enough to feel it..that strange, flickering awareness he couldn’t name yet.
Close enough that it should’ve made you react.
It didn’t.
And that’s when it started to bother him.
Not in a passing way.
Not in the way most things did.
But in that slow, creeping, under-the-skin kind of way that didn’t leave when he walked off.
Didn’t fade when rehearsal ended.
Didn’t quite even when he told himself, over and over, it didn’t matter.
Because it didn’t.
You were just some guy.
Another face in a crowded school.
Another body in the room.
So why..
Why did his eyes keep finding you?
Why did that moment in the hallway replay, sharper every time?
Why did it feel like you’d done something more than just bump into him?
Bill exhaled sharply through his nose, dragging a hand through his hair, irritation settling heavy in his chest.
“Stupid…”
He muttered it under his breath like that would be enough to end it.
Like that would be enough to explain it.
It wasn’t.
And somewhere in the back of his mind—buried under ego, pride, and stubborn denial..something had already started.
Something he wasn’t going to understand.
Something he definitely wasn’t going to accept.
Not yet.
But it had his attention now.
And Bill wasn’t the kind of person who let things go once they got under his skin.
Especially not you.
Now you’re confusing him.
Not scare him.
Not challenge him.
Confuse him.
Because confusion implied uncertainty and Bill hated feeling uncertain more than anything.
It started small.
Annoyingly small.
Little moments that should’ve meant absolutely nothing.
Like how his eyes automatically searched for you when he walked into drama club now.
How he noticed when you were absent before anyone else did.
How conversations somehow felt easier when you were nearby, even when the two of you were arguing more often than not.
And you did argue.
Constantly.
“You’re staring again.”
Bill nearly choked on his drink at the accusation, ears flicking back instantly.
“I’m literally not.”
“You literally are.”
“I was looking past you.”
“Sure.”
That stupid calm look again.
That same expression that made irritation crawl under his skin because it always felt like you could see right through him.
Bill clicked his tongue, shoving your shoulder as he walked past.
“Get over yourself.”
But his tail lashed behind him the entire rehearsal.
Then came the touching.
Not intentional at first.
A shoulder brushing his.
Your knee bumping his during breaks.
Your hand grabbing his wrist absentmindedly to pull him somewhere faster before practice started.
Every single time, Bill reacted before thinking.
Muscles tightening.
Breath catching strangely in his chest.
Awareness flooding his system so suddenly it pissed him off.
Because it wasn’t fear.
Wasn’t aggression either.
It felt different.
Wrong.
And the worst part?
You never seemed affected.
Meanwhile Bill was sitting awake at two in the morning replaying a three-second interaction like his brain had short-circuited.
“You’re acting weird.”
The words came from Aoba one afternoon backstage.
Bill frowned immediately.
“The hell are you talking about?”
Aoba glanced toward you across the room before looking back at him.
“You’ve been following him around all week.”
“I have not.”
“You absolutely have.”
Bill scoffed loudly, leaning back in his chair.
“He’s just around all the time. That’s not my fault.”
Aoba squinted.
“Right.”
That tone alone made Bill’s fur bristle.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing” Aoba answered easily “You’re just weirdly invested in a guy you claim annoys you.”
A guy.
The phrasing hit harder than it should’ve.
Bill’s expression darkened instantly.
“Don’t make it sound weird.”
Now Aoba looked amused.
“I didn’t say anything.”
“Yeah but you implied it.”
“Implied what?”
Bill opened his mouth—
Then stopped.
Because suddenly he didn’t actually know.
And somehow that made the irritation worse.
That night, the frustration sat heavy in his chest.
Bill laid sprawled across his bed, one arm over his eyes, jaw clenched so tightly it hurt.
This was ridiculous.
Actually ridiculous.
You were a guy.
A normal guy.
And Bill liked girls.
He’d always liked girls.
He’d dated girls, flirted with girls, slept with girls.
So whatever this weird fixation was clearly wasn’t—
“…that.”
The word barely formed in his head before he shut it down immediately.
No.
Absolutely not.
That didn’t even make sense.
Maybe he was just competitive.
Or territorial.
Or irritated.
Yeah. That was it.
You irritated him.
That explained why his pulse sped up every time you got too close.
Why he noticed your scent before anyone else’s in a room.
Why his stomach twisted unpleasantly seeing other people get your attention.
Totally normal.
Bill groaned into his pillow.
“This is so stupid…”
Unfortunately for him, it only got worse.
Because the more he tried avoiding you, the more aware of you he became.
It was unbearable.
He noticed:
when you laughed
when you were tired
when your mood shifted
when someone upset you
His body reacted before his brain could catch up every single time.
Especially during one rehearsal.
One stupid rehearsal that ruined everything.
The drama club had been chaotic all afternoon, sets half-built and students moving equipment everywhere.
Bill was barely paying attention until he heard your voice snap sharply somewhere behind him.
Then the sound of something heavy crashing.
His head turned instantly.
Too instantly.
And there you were stumbling backward as a prop platform tilted dangerously sideways toward you.
Bill moved before thinking.
Fast.
One second across the room.
The next grabbing you hard by the arm and yanking you against him just as the platform slammed into the floor where you’d been standing.
The crash echoed loudly.
People shouted.
Someone cursed.
But Bill barely heard any of it.
Because all he could focus on was the fact you were pressed against his chest.
Alive.
Safe.
And his heart was pounding so violently it genuinely startled him.
“…you okay?”
The question came out rougher than intended.
Your eyes lifted to his.
Too close.
Way too close.
Bill could feel your breathing.
Could smell you.
Could feel your hand gripping the front of his shirt from the shock.
Something hot twisted violently in his chest.
Not adrenaline.
Not relief.
Something else.
Something terrifying.
His grip loosened immediately like he’d been burned.
“You need to watch what you’re doing.” he snapped suddenly, stepping back too quickly. “Could’ve gotten hurt.”
The harshness in his voice didn’t match the panic still clawing at his ribs.
And judging by the confused look on your face
You noticed.
Damn it.
Bill avoided you for three days after that.
Not because he wanted to.
Because every time he looked at you now, that feeling came back stronger.
And he was starting to run out of excuses for it.
Which was dangerous.
Because if there was one thing Bill refused to let himself even consider..
It was the possibility that whatever was happening to him had nothing to do with anger at all.
Avoiding you should’ve fixed it.
That was the plan, anyway.
Distance.
Space.
A few days to get his head straight and stop acting insane over some guy he barely even liked.
Except the second Bill stopped seeing you around, everything somehow got worse.
Because now he was looking for you.
And that realization alone made his stomach turn.
By the fourth day, Bill was already in a foul mood.
Snapping during rehearsals.
Starting arguments over nothing.
Missing cues because his attention kept drifting toward the door every few minutes before he could stop himself.
It was pathetic.
“You gonna tell him you’re obsessed with him or keep pretending you hate him?”
Bill’s head snapped toward Tao so fast it almost looked painful.
“The hell did you just say?”
Tao barely glanced up from where he sat.
“You heard me.”
Bill laughed harshly.
“Obsessed? With him? You’re out of your mind.”
“Mhm.”
“I’m serious.”
“And I’m serious too.”
That calm response irritated him immediately.
Bill shoved a hand through his fur aggressively.
“You all keep making this weird for no reason.”
Tao finally looked at him then.
“You’re the one making it weird.”
Silence.
Heavy.
Uncomfortable.
Bill scoffed, jaw tightening.
“I like girls.”
The words came out defensive before Tao had even said anything else.
Which only made the atmosphere worse.
“I’ve literally slept with girls.”
Tao blinked once.
“Okay?”
“Okay?” Bill repeated incredulously “What do you mean okay?”
“I mean..” Tao said slowly “that doesn’t really sound like it has anything to do with why you’ve been losing your mind over him for the past two weeks.”
Bill opened his mouth.
Nothing came out.
Because the terrifying part was..
He didn’t actually have an answer.
That night, Bill sat alone outside the dorm building long after everyone else had gone in.
The cold air did nothing to calm the restless feeling under his skin.
His thoughts kept looping endlessly.
Your face.
Your voice.
The way you looked at him without fear.
The way his chest tightened every time you smiled at someone else.
The way panic hit him when that platform almost crushed you.
None of it made sense.
None of it fit into the version of himself he’d spent years building.
Strong.
Confident.
Straight.
Certain.
Bill had always been certain.
So why did this feel like standing on unstable ground for the first time in his life?
“…stupid” he muttered bitterly, dragging both hands down his face.
But even now, after days of avoiding you, after all the excuses and denial and frustration..
He still wanted to see you.
And maybe that was the part that scared him most.
Because it didn’t feel temporary anymore.
“You done hiding from me?”
Bill froze instantly.
Your voice.
Right behind him.
Of course.
Of course you’d show up now.
Slowly, he looked over his shoulder to find you standing there holding two drinks loosely in your hands.
Completely relaxed.
Like approaching a visibly irritated tiger alone at night was a normal thing to do.
“You’re dramatic” Bill muttered finally.
You snorted softly, walking closer before offering him one of the drinks.
“You disappeared for days.”
“So?”
“So usually people don’t avoid someone that hard unless something happened.”
Bill stared at the can in your hand for a long moment before taking it reluctantly.
Your fingers brushed his for barely a second.
His chest tightened instantly.
God, he was so tired of that.
“You always overanalyze people like this?” he asked gruffly.
“Only the ones acting weird.”
“There you go again.”
“What?”
“That.”
Bill gestured vaguely at you, frustration bleeding into his voice.
“Looking at me like you know something.”
“And do I?”
The question hit harder than expected.
Bill’s ears flattened slightly.
You stepped closer then, not enough to corner him, but enough that he could feel that same awful awareness flooding his system again.
Close.
Warm.
Dangerously easy to look at.
“You’ve been angry ever since you pulled me away from that platform” you said quietly.
“I wasn’t angry.”
“Could’ve fooled me.”
Bill clicked his tongue sharply, looking away.
“Forget it.”
But you didn’t move.
Didn’t back off.
And somehow that only made the pressure in his chest worse.
“You know..” you said after a moment “for someone who claims I annoy him, you spend a lot of time staring at me.”
Bill’s pulse jumped violently.
“I do not stare at you.”
“You do.”
“I don’t.”
“You’re doing it right now.”
“Shut up.”
The response came too fast.
Too heated.
And when Bill finally looked back at you again, he realized two things at once.
The first..
You were smiling.
Small, amused, soft enough to make his stomach twist strangely.
And the second..
You were standing close enough now that if either of you moved even slightly—
Bill stepped back immediately.
His heartbeat was unbearable.
“You don’t get it..” he muttered suddenly.
The smile faded from your face at the tone.
Bill laughed once under his breath, but there was no humor in it.
“I don’t even get it.”
The admission slipped out before he could stop it.
And once it was there, hanging heavy in the cold night air, he couldn’t take it back.
Bill’s jaw tightened hard enough to hurt.
“I like girls” he said again, quieter this time “I always have.”
You stayed silent.
Which somehow felt worse.
“So this whole thing is..” He exhaled sharply, frustrated “I don’t know what this is.”
For the first time since meeting you, Bill looked genuinely uncertain.
No ego.
No smirk.
No cocky confidence to hide behind.
Just confusion he couldn’t fight his way out of.
His eyes lifted back to yours slowly.
And there it was again, that unbearable tension pulling tighter between you both.
Different now.
Honest.
Raw.
Bill swallowed once.
Then scoffed softly to himself, shaking his head.
“You’re seriously messing me up, you know that?”
The words sounded more vulnerable than he probably intended.
A quiet laugh escaped you.
Not mocking.
Just warm.
And somehow that made his chest ache even worse.
For a long moment, neither of you moved.
The space between you suddenly felt incredibly small.
Bill looked at your mouth once before immediately looking away again.
“…this is such a bad idea” he muttered.
But he didn’t leave.
And neither did you.
The night stretched quietly around the two of you, filled with unfinished words and feelings Bill still didn’t know how to name.
Maybe he’d figure it out eventually.
Maybe he wouldn’t.
But for the first time since this whole thing started..
Bill stopped trying to run from it.
Even if he still had no idea what “it” actually was.
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