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You and Deepbite were… complete opposites.

Where he was calm and collected—always the one smiling gently, offering help before anyone even asked—you were the kind of Cardbot who threw yourself headfirst into things, loud and bold and just a little too much for most people to handle.

Honestly, on paper, you two shouldn’t have worked.

Oil and water. Fire and whatever the exact opposite of fire was. Chamomile tea?

But somehow, somehow, you two did work. Kind of. Sort of.

Okay, fine, you were both very much still stuck in the awkward, stumbly “we’re dating, right?” phase.

And had been for… months now.

Communication?

Ha. That was a mess.

Half the time, you’d talk past each other, like two radios on different frequencies.

He’d hesitate when something serious came up, nervously fumbling with his words like he was scared of saying the wrong thing.

And you? You’d go quiet. Start overthinking. Spiraling. Was this normal? Were you doing something wrong? Did he really like you, or was he just too polite to break it off?

But then there were those quiet moments.

The ones where he’d reach out and hold your servo without saying anything, or you’d catch yourself smiling like an idiot just because he was humming while polishing his armor nearby.

Yeah.

Despite all the awkwardness, the second-guessing, the hesitant starts and clashing personalities… there was something real between you two.

You both knew it, even if neither of you was brave enough to say it out loud yet.

Even if you were still stuck in that weird, wobbly, can’t-make-eye-contact-for-too-long stage of dating.

It was messy.

It was slow.

But it was yours.