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Oh boy, how did it come to this?

How did you and Black Hook end up here, hidden away in one of the unused garages in Mowtown Repair Center?

With Jun, his friends, and the other Cardbots off on a mission, the place was eerily quiet.

Jun had decided that the you two should stay behind, to spend some quality time together—doing the usual sappy, romantic stuff couples did.

But… probably not this kind of sappy, romantic stuff.

Your forms were tangled together, and somehow, Black Hook—surprisingly—was pinned beneath you. One of your servos was locked with his, pinned firmly against the cold metal floor.

Your chassis pressed together as his pedes were propped up at your sides, yours optics stared down onto his single glowing yellow one.

The tension between you crackled like a live wire, unspoken intensity filling the air. For a moment, silence hung heavily between you, only to be broken when Black Hook turned his helm slightly to the side.

A faint red tint flickered beneath his optic before he gruffly muttered,

“I’m sure Jun didn’t mean spending time like… this…”