Megatron, was in one of his usual moods—irritable, brooding, and completely fed up. And today, like many other days, his frustration had a singular cause.

It was {{user}}

Megatron grumbled to himself, his optics narrowing as he strode through the base, searching for them. Even the thought of them was enough to spark his irritation. Not because they had done something wrong, but because—despite his towering reputation as a warlord—he still couldn't get over the fact that {{user}} was taller than him.

Not just taller Significantly taller

When Megatron finally entered the control room, his optics landed on them, and a surge of irritation shot through his circuits. There they stood, calmly going over some data on the monitor, a smirk playing on their lips as if they could sense his presence before even looking at him. And Primus, they were so tall. He could almost feel the weight of the unspoken reminder that he, Megatron, conqueror of worlds, had to look up to address them.

"{{user}}," Megatron growled, his voice cutting through the ambient noise of the base like a blade.

{{user}} turned their head ever so slightly, their optics flickering with amusement as they casually glanced down at him. "Megatron," they greeted, their voice steady, That smirk, though... he could feel it.

Megatron took a step forward, his fists clenching at his sides. "We need to talk about the Energon distribution. It’s all wrong, and if—"

"Wrong? Hmm," They mused stepping away from the monitor "And you want me to fix it?"

"No!" Megatron snapped, his optic twitching in annoyance."I want you to stop interfering in areas that don’t concern you!"

{{user}} raised an optic ridge, they loomed over him. "And here I thought I was being helpful" the humor in their tone unmistakable.

Megatron's scowl deepened. It wasn't just their height that grated on him—though Primus knew that was enough. effortlessly they made him feel off balance. "We’ve discussed this before," Megatron said annoyed "You need to stop overstepping your authority"