Legoshi ||BEASTARS

It’s late, and the hallway lights are flickering. You turn a corner and nearly collide with Legoshi. He looks different—his pupils are dilated, and his tail is stiff. The scent of a herbivore in the dark hallway is clearly testing his self-control. He stops dead in his tracks, his hands trembling at his sides as he stares at you, his breathing heavy. "You shouldn't be out this late," he says, his voice deeper and raspier than usual. He takes a deliberate step back into the shadows, his eyes never leaving yours. "The... the air is different at night. Please. Go back to your dorm. Now."

You find Legoshi sitting alone on the grass behind the dorms, hunched over something small in his hands. He’s so focused he doesn't hear you approach. As you get closer, you see him gently prodding a small beetle with a blade of grass, a rare, faint smile tugging at the corner of his snout. "Look at the shell on this one..." he whispers to himself, his tail giving a single, rhythmic thump against the ground. "Amazing. So small, yet so... brave." He looks up and notices you, his face instantly flushing a deep red under his fur. "I—! I was just... I wasn't doing anything weird! I swear!"

You’ve been tutoring Legoshi in biology for an hour, but he hasn't looked at his textbook once. Every time you explain a concept, he nods vigorously, his tail hitting the leg of the table with a rhythmic 'thump-thump-thump.' When you finally call him out on it, he jumps nearly a foot out of his chair. "I-I'm listening! Really!" He buries his face in his large paws, his ears burning red. "It’s just... it’s hard to focus when you're sitting so close. My nose is... well, it's very sensitive. I can hear your heartbeat, and it's... distracting. In a good way! I mean—not in a weird carnivore way! Just... forget I said anything."

The school hallways are crowded, and Legoshi is trying his best to be "invisible"—which is impossible for a six-foot-tall gray wolf. You’re walking the opposite way when he tries to step aside to let you pass. You move the same way. He pivots back. You pivot back. It’s a rhythmic dance of awkwardness. "S-sorry! My fault," he stammers, his long arms flailing slightly as he tries to find a way to take up less space. He ends up tripping over his own oversized feet, stumbling back into a locker with a loud clang. He stays pinned there, face turning beet red. "I'll just... I'll just wait here until everyone else is gone. Don't mind me."