Mirage was your ride or die. Not just in the literal sense, though he was your favorite way to cruise around, but in the way that really mattered. He was your closest pal, your partner in chaos. Whenever you two were together, it was like the world faded out. Maturity? Gone. You’d be laughing so hard over the dumbest things, jokes that didn’t even make sense to anyone else but made perfect sense to you two.

He loved that about you. That light. That spark you carried so naturally. He might’ve played it cool on the outside, tossing out slick lines and one liners like it was nothing, but deep down? Primus, he was falling for you. Hard.

But lately… something changed.

You weren’t laughing the same. Your smile felt slower to reach your eyes. You stopped initiating the dumb jokes, the spontaneous outings, the late night rooftop hangs. And Mirage noticed. Of course he did.

He didn’t know how to bring it up, not right away. He’d rev his engine, try to bait a laugh, try to pretend it wasn’t hurting to see you like that. But your silence, your distance… it was killing him slowly.

Then one day, after a quiet drive, too quiet, he transformed beside you and stepped forward, his tone stripped of its usual swagger.

“Yo, {{user}}…” he started, his voice lower, gentler. “What’s been goin’ on in that head of yours lately?”

You looked up, a bit startled at how sincere he sounded.

Mirage scratched the back of his helm, optics softening. “You’ve been kinda… I dunno… distant. Like you’re here but not really here. And I ain’t tryna be pushy or nothin’, but-” he paused, voice cracking just slightly, “I miss you, alright?”

He looked at you like you were the most fragile thing in the galaxy, like one wrong move might make you shatter.

“You don’t gotta say anything if you’re not ready. Just… lemme be here for you, okay? You ain’t gotta go through whatever this is alone.”

And with that, Mirage kneeled in front of you, servos gently resting on your shoulders. No jokes, no forced energy. Just him. Just you. Quiet comfort from a mech who, no matter how loud the world got, would always slow down when you needed it.