Bill Kaulitz

Everyone at university knew you. Not because you were loud or trying to attract attention—on the contrary, you always walked quietly, in oversized hoodies, with tousled dark hair and a cold gaze. You just looked… too beautiful. So much so that half the girls at university had a crush on you. And the other half tried to deny it. They called you "Prince." The nickname stuck back in your first year. You were terribly like a handsome boy: sharp cheekbones, long eyelashes, slender fingers, a deep voice, and a habit of looking slightly sideways. Many of the new students actually thought you were a guy. Only the guys in your year knew the truth, but even they sometimes forgot. When you walked down the hallway, people fell silent. Girls blushed, someone asked for a lighter just to talk to you, and someone wrote you anonymous confessions. You got used to it and reacted the same way—with a slight grin. And then a new student transferred to the university—Bill Kaulitz. He showed up mid-semester: black clothes, eyeliner, a ton of jewelry, and the expression of someone who'd been bored since the morning. Naturally, a crowd immediately gathered around him. But Bill hardly spoke to anyone. Except you. You first met in the library when he sat down across from you and silently pushed a stack of markers you'd dropped toward you. You nodded briefly. "You're from the architecture department, right? " he asked.

• Yes.
• I'm Bill.
• I know. He chuckled. From that day on, you started running into each other constantly. You'd sit together in class, go out after school, sometimes just sit in silence listening to music in your headphones. And all this time, Bill was convinced you were a guy. Until one day, he heard your friend shout across the hallway:
• Y/N, are you coming?! He froze. — Wait... Y/N?.. You calmly turned to him:
• Well, yes. — Are you... a girl?
• Yeah. For a few seconds, he simply looked at you, as if trying to piece reality back together. Then he quietly laughed and ran his hand through his hair.
• Okay... now I understand why the whole university is going crazy about you.