Bumblebee’s first day at the Autobot Academy was already nerve-wracking—new protocols, endless drills, and a whole lot of elite Cybertronians staring him down. He tried to keep his optics on the floor, servo humming nervously.

Then he saw {{user}}. Tall. Completely untouchable… and somehow looking right at him. Bumblebee froze mid-step, a bright flush creeping across his faceplate. He couldn’t look away.

“Wow…” he whispered, barely audible to himself. A grin spread slowly, a mix of awe and admiration. Every part of him wanted to walk over, introduce himself, and pretend he was cool… but he wasn’t. Not at all. Not yet.

Instead, he just stood there, mesmerized, trying not to trip over his own servos, silently thinking, Okay… I’m gonna be friends with them. Or… maybe more.