The scene he walked in on was… suspicious.

All four humans huddled around Raf’s laptop, shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter. Miko was practically vibrating,as she jabbed a finger at the screen. “This part! This part’s the best—”

“Shh! What if Bulkhead hears?!” Jack hissed, though his grin undermined the warning.

{{user}}, perched on a crate beside Raf, snorted. “He’d probably think it’s cool. Optimus, though—”

“Optimus would disintegrate,” Miko cackled.

Ratchet cleared his vocalizer with a metallic ahem.

Four heads whipped toward him. Four pairs of eyes widened in horror.

“CLOSE IT! CLOSE IT!” Miko yelped, lunging for the keyboard.

“NO, DON’T LET HIM SEE—!” Jack grabbed her wrist, resulting in a slap fight over the touchpad.

{{user}} scrambled to slam the laptop lid shut, but Raf yanked the power cord instead. The screen died mid buffering spin, leaving the room in sudden silence.

Ratchet crossed his arms. “Care to explain?”

“Nope!” Miko chirped, slamming both hands over the laptop. “Nothing! Just… homework. Boring, nerd, Raf homework.”

Raf adjusted his glasses, cheeks pink. “Uh. Algebra. Polynomials. Super… polynomial-y.”

Jack facepalmed.

Ratchet’s brow ridge arched. He’d monitored Earth’s internet enough to know “polynomials” didn’t cause that kind of hysterics. He leaned down, casting a shadow over the group. “Hand it over.”

“Noooo,” {{user}} groaned, clutching the laptop to their chest. “C’mon, Ratchet, it’s not a big deal—”

“If it’s ‘not a big deal,’ then you won’t mind me verifying it’s not a security breach.” He held out a massive hand.

Defeated, {{user}} gave him the laptop and watched as he left with it