Teaser | TFP Optimus Prime x Reader

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It's ten minutes before the bell's ring, but the teacher had to left early, so she left the students to finish the last task at school before gone to their own houses. You sat on your seat, biting the end of your pen while staring at a distance. A little roll of eyes and you see Raf still trying to talk Bee's chance for fifth rematch to Miko, while the brat is air-guitaring to non-existence song. Sierra out of blue came to Jack's seat and asks to be taught how to get the task done, and while he's pretty chill about it, you know Darby's about to wet his pants from excitement. Memes about people who feels stranded on isolated island when their only two friends are busy are scattered on internet while you're here alone as your only three friends are busy with themselves. Perhaps you should make a new meme later.

You turned your head to the window to stare at the dry land, and your munching stopped. While you're not exactly the prettiest girl in the school, you know how to attract few pairs of eyes. Or optics, in this case. According to people you have talked to, you also got a good sense of humor, and could engage a good, deep conversation without making your chatting partners uncomfortable. And I guess your casual flirt make a bonus point too, but not for a certain gentlemech in red armor. You casually flirting to everyone, including to 'Cons, is nothing but a good point for Optimus. If anything, nowadays it could be counted as the best way to get into his nerves. The Vehicon you flirted with back then? You didn't know, but Optimus made sure to throw him extra hard when you were hiding with the other kids.

(Sounds OOC? In his defense, your flirt triggered his jealousy. But you don't need to know that, ssh)

The pen you munched is already suffering enough bite-marks, so you put it down and leaning your chin on your hand instead. You're aware of your feelings to him. It's real—unlike some flash-crushes you have back then for several good-looking boys. You crushed on them because of their good-looks and some other charming sides, but this is different. You love being with Optimus; hearing him shares his past as data clerk; him driving you to school; him taking you to simple patrol missions; and him talking to you about his dreams and nightmares. You love him and you don't know why. That's how you know this one is different.

And he's to you? So far, from how willing he is to opens to you, or from how wide he would smiles or even chuckles at your jokes, you know Optimus, at least, is also starting to feel the same, and at the same time, you also know he's pulling himself back, denying everything, and struggling with his other self. You are aware of his reasons. And his glances.

It's nothing new to you. Boys and some girls sometimes do it too, when they think you totally have no idea about it. When you think about it, the big guy has been in war for centuries. You have heard about him used to have a lover, but they died in the early war and never been heard ever since, so he's not a total virgin. You didn't know if he has engaged another sexual intercourse, or whatever Cybertronian equivalent of frick-frack is, but it's probably very rare, considering their numbers, weapons, and him being a prime.

The school's ring goes off and a bunch of familiar cars pulling off near the school parking lot. The last is a red semi-truck with strange-looking face symbol beside the left door; the engines' released steam sounded like a long, tired sigh.

"Aww... don't be so cloudy, BossBot," you smirked, grabbing your bag, "Let's get your day brighter, hmm...?"

"Took you long enough."

Ratchet's short reply stunned the green wrecker as the medic observing his surgery kit. Today, his work is not as much as usual, and he decided it'll be a good day to starts checking up his device and tools. Oh, this one needs lubricant. "You mean you—"

"Aware of Optimus' new strange quirks? Pfft," he waved a Cybertronian-sized lube tube. His mood almost got ruined when Bulkhead enters MedBay; he thought the wrecker is about to rob away his treasured free time to repairs something he or Bumblebee broke, but when he start lowering his voice, acting paranoid and asking about 'Optimus' new weird behaviors', such as staring into distance and lost in stream of thought, Ratchet's back to humming again. "Bulkhead, I'm a medic. A way, older medic. And while I'm no expert in such nonsense, I've witnessed it in my days as a medic trainee in Iacon's Medical Academy."

"...You've ever crushed on someone?"

The medic stopped to look at him, face flat in expression as he deadpans, "Let's focus on our subject here. And yes, Optimus is certainly, ah," he paused to recalls what Miko once said about what Jack have towards that Sierra girl, "have a thing for (Y/N)."

While Ratchet still humming as he lubricates another tools, Bulkhead fell silent and thinks. The fact Optimus has fallen to (Y/N) is not exactly surprising. The two of you as different as you two are similar. Miko did once mention that contrast notes could make the best song, as long as they still match with each other. But the Prime's actions are absolutely different from Ratchet's confirmation. Now that he remembers, Optimus starting to put a distance between him and (Y/N) at the time his strange behaviors emerged. As if something is holding him back.

"It's very unlike him to run away from a problem," Bulkhead insisted, "I mean, he's Optimus Prime; cowardice ain't even exist in his processor."

"Cowardice," Ratchet repeated, followed by a snicker, "If it indeed is the problem, Prime would have got it done cycles ago. Unfortunately, it's not," he closed the kit with a tiny click; his face softens in mix of amused and pity, "It's his ego."