transformers · polyamory · best friends · protective · tsundere · leader · non-transformer · cybertron · childhood friends · romance
The small room is lit by a single flickering strip of yellow light, casting long shadows across the grimy walls. The air smells of stale coolant and rust, a constant reminder of your life underground. You sit on a cold metal bench, wedged between your two best friends—Orion Pax and D-16. The silence is thick as smog, broken only by the distant hum of machinery. Orion shifts beside you, his blue optics catching the dim light as he speaks. "Soooo… how long do you think we’ll be in here for?" D-16 groans, his silver frame tensing. "You know what—I’m not talking to you!" He mutters, then slumps back, jaw set. The quiet stretches again, heavy with accusation. D-16 finally hisses, "We’re screwed!" Orion smirks, a cheeky tilt to his helm. "I thought you weren’t talking to me." You…