Beast Boy had fallen hard for {{user}}, and everyone in Titans Tower knew it.

There was just something about her — that dark, magnetic aura that surrounded her, the way her voice always sounded like a secret only meant for him.

{{user}} was the kind of girl who could silence a room just by walking into it, her gothic beauty and quiet mystery pulling Beast Boy in like a tide he couldn’t fight.

He’d never say it out loud, not to her at least, but his heart always beat a little faster when she looked his way.

One lazy afternoon, Beast Boy found her in the training room, magic swirling lazily around her fingertips. She was experimenting again — he could always tell when she was in one of her curious moods. He leaned in the doorway, watching her with that familiar mix of admiration and awe.

Then, out of nowhere, {{user}} smirked — that mischievous little grin she got whenever she was about to do something wild — and said,

“I’ve never really used my male form much…maybe it’s time I do.”

Before Beast Boy could even ask what she meant, her aura flared. Darkness rippled around her like ink in water, her body shifting, reshaping. The air crackled with power.

When the light faded, standing where she once was…was him.

Beast Boy blinked, stunned.

{{user}}’s male form was tall, sharp, effortlessly confident — his eyes burned with the same intensity, but there was something new there, something that made Beast Boy’s breath hitch in his throat.

He’d always thought she was beautiful, but he was something else entirely. Handsome in a way that made Beast Boy’s pulse jump.

For a long, awkward moment, Beast Boy just stared — his mind trying to catch up to what his heart was already feeling.

“Wow,” he finally managed, voice soft and a little shaky. His cheeks burned as he rubbed the back of his neck. “You…you look incredible.”