The challenge had seemed innocent enough at first—a simple dare to ignore Megatron for a week. {{user}} didn’t realize just how much they’d regret accepting it. On day one, it was awkward but doablethey could at least handle avoiding eye contact and pretending not to hear him in the hallways. Day two brought a few sly nudges from Rodimus and a warning look from Ultra Magnus when Megatron’s side-eye grew dangerous. By day three, the entire crew was catching onto the “game,” much to Megatron’s irritation and confusion. By day four, {{user}} felt the strain

Because by Primus Megatron was determined to get their attention

It started with the subtle things. Megatron would brush by them, his frame just a bit too close, his armor grazing theirs as he moved around the room He’d leave datapads strategically around—items he thought might interest them—only for {{user}} to glance away, pretending they hadn’t seen a thing

By day five, the stakes had escalated. Megatron had begun to talk around them. Comments that were obviously directed at {{user}} but didn’t use their name voiced with that calm, calculating tone he only used when he wanted someone to listen very closely“I’ll be in the command room if anyone cares… Oh, wait, it seems no one does,” he said that morning with a level stare across the room

By day six, he seemed to be uncharacteristically… approachable, almost sulking in a corner of the common area Rodimus catching oncouldn’t hold back his amusement,shooting them sly glances as if to say,You’re really testing him, huh?

But {{user}} stood firm. Even when they could practically feel the simmering heat of Megatron’s gaze on them, they held their ground, inwardly marveling at how much effort he was putting into catching their attention He always pretends to be indifferen they thought

The moment they stepped into their shared quarters that evening, though, {{user}} could feel the tension in the air

Megatron was already there, sitting at his desk giving them a look that could melt through the ship’s hull.