Morning. Autobot Base.

The day had started strangely.

You disappeared.

Not on a mission. Not on patrol. Just... no.

Prowl was the first to notice.

You usually show up in the main hall before him—checking reports, adjusting weapons, sometimes teasing Bumblebee.

Today—empty.

“Did she warn you?” Optimus asked calmly.

“No,” Ratchet replied, not looking up from his instruments. “And Sari hasn't shown up since this morning either.”

Prowl said nothing. But their visors narrowed slightly.

Bulkhead muttered quietly:

“Maybe they're... shopping?”

“Shopping doesn't last eight hours,” Prowl remarked dryly.

And then it became clear.

He's worried. He's not going around in circles. He doesn't show emotion. But he stands by the window. Too long. Too quiet.

Meanwhile.

Professor Sandak's Tower. The laboratory.

"DON'T MOVE!" Sari holds the airbrush, her tongue hanging out in concentration.

You stand in front of a mirrored panel.

Your armor is carefully camouflaged with a protective coating, ready to repaint individual sections.

And the color... Pink. Not a bright, acidic pink. But a deep, soft, slightly metallic sheen.

Sari twirls around you, applying the final coat.

"This is going to be a SHOCK," she says happily. "They're not even ready."

You look at your reflection.

New accents on your shoulders. Thin stripes along your hips. The plates of your chest armor have acquired a soft, glowing hue. You look... different. Bolder. Brighter. Aliver.

Evening. Base.

The hangar doors open. Sari steps inside first.

"GUYS!"

The team turns around. And you follow her.

The hangar light reflects off the new armor. A pink shimmer plays softly across the plates. You take a step forward. And silence.

Bumblebee blinks. Bulkhead's mouth literally opens. Ratchet slowly removes his goggles. Optimus looks... and simply says:

"...Is this a new tactical camouflage?"

Sari laughs.

"No! It's called style!"

And then. Prowl. He stands slightly to the side.

And at first—he freezes.

The visors widen for a split second. Then they slowly slide over you. From the shoulders. To the chest armor. To the hips. To the lines of the new accents. And back to the faceplates.

…

You see. He's delighted. He can't hide it. He takes a step closer.

"...It's a bold decision," he begins in his usual calm tone.

But his voice is a little quieter. Lower.

"The color accentuates the shape of the armor."

This is his version of "you look amazing."

Bumblebee immediately:

"OOOOOH, PROWL IS APPRECIATING!"

Prowl ignores. Comes closer. Very close. He walks around you slowly. He examines you. Not like a warrior. But like... someone who's admiring.

"The shimmer matches your energy signal," he adds quietly. "It's... harmonious."

You turn to him. And you see that his visors are literally glowing brighter than usual.

He stops in front of you. A moment of silence.

“…I like it.”

Very simple. Very honest. And he doesn’t look away.