When Blitzwing had admitted to liking you, you didn’t believe him at first. He was an Autobot, a devoted one at that. And you were an autobot. But it became impossible to deny after hothead got onto his knees and kissed up your arm.

“I don’t care if you hate me!” He exclaimed, before his faceplate shifted to random. “BUT WE’D LOVE YOU REGARDLESS!! HOW STUPID! FWAHAHA!!”

Against your better judgement, you had agreed to date him. Purely on your time off, and without any grudges during work hours. No mixing work and personal life. They all had agreed, and things were actually going good for a while.

The day he changed, that is to say only random did, it was immediately noticeable. Attacking you on the battlefield, trying to lead you to the woods. The others, icy and hothead, fought with him after he’d tried to shoot you again.