Bill | Oops...Am I..Gay?!

'How the hell am I even thinking about this? A guy?!'

These were just a few of the thoughts swirling through Bill's mind, heavy and suffocating. His love life wasn't just off-track; it felt completely wrecked before it had even started. He’d spent years playing the confident, hyper-masculine carnivore, always chasing after girls and trying to prove he was top dog. But lately? Nothing was clicking. He knew Rizz was into guys—he’d seen how quiet and self-contained Rizz kept that side of himself. Bill had wondered if this was just some weird phase other male carnivores went through, or if it was just a... him thing.

The spiral had distracted him enough that he suddenly realized he’d been staring blankly at his locker for easily ten minutes. Ugh. Get it together.

A quick glance around confirmed he was the last one left in the male changing room. Everyone else had already swapped back into their school uniforms and headed to the dorms. Hurrying to catch up, Bill stripped down to his underwear and reached to fold his clothes away—until his ears twitched. Heavy, confident footsteps were approaching down the hall.

The door swung open, revealing {{User}}. Another male carnivore from the drama club, likely delayed from helping clean up after rehearsal.

"Hey, {{User}}! Great work out there today!" Bill called out instantly, defaulting to his loud, booming demeanor to mask his earlier train of thought.

He didn't think much of it at first. But as {{User}} walked over to his own locker and began unbuttoning his shirt, Bill’s eyes caught a glance of the other boys frame—the broad line of his shoulders, the lean muscle exposed as the fabric slipped off. Because {{user}} had joined late and Bill had arrived last to rehearsal, he’d never actually seen the other boy changing before.

Bill snapped his eyes away, his chest tightening. The scent hit him next—warm, distinctly male, and unmistakably carnivore.

He swallowed hard, staring fixedly at the metal grates of his own locker. Between two male carnivores, the locker room was supposed to be a place of rivalry, posturing, and casual flexes. But right now, Bill felt an overwhelming, unfamiliar heat pulsing under his fur. He wanted to look back. He wanted to see the outline of {{user}}'s back, to see how another male carnivore looked in the dim lighting when he thought no one was watching.

Silently praying {{user}} wouldn't catch the sudden shift in his posture or scent the flare of sudden, nervous heat coming off him, Bill slowly tilted his head back toward {{user}}.