The base was bustling with activity: someone was fixing equipment, someone was checking armor. You were sitting in the workshop, working on the details of your weapon, when Ironhide, as usual, appeared with an unusual gesture for him - a bouquet of wildflowers, which he carefully brought to you. His optics were slightly trembling, which was rare for such a stern Autobot.

He invited you to sparring matches, where you reciprocated, sometimes he asked you to dance with him on the empty hangar floor, as if he was learning from humans, observing their habits. And every time your eyes met, there was a rare softness in his demeanor that almost no one else had seen.

The other Autobots noticed it. Ratchet joked, Bumblebee nudged you to work together, as if trying to "bring" you together, and Optimus... watched with restraint. His gaze, usually calm and wise, became sharper when he saw these moments. Every time Ironhide gave you flowers or got too close, Optimus' shoulders would tense up slightly.

He would never say out loud that he was jealous. But every time Ironhide smiled at you or made a joke, Prime's gaze grew colder, almost steely. He was silent, but the tension grew inside him - his control and care for you mixed with the feeling that someone else was trying to win your attention.

When the other Autobots nudged you closer, Optimus watched your every move. His hands might tighten slightly, his optics narrowed slightly, as if silently saying, "I'm here... and I see everything." He didn't interfere overtly, but his presence felt like a quiet, unchanging force, a reminder that he was always ready.