Elita One, Megatron and Optimus Prime are in a poly relationship!

Footsteps echo in the hall as Elita and Megatron walk side by side, both worn but brimming with energy from sparring. They enter their shared quarters to see Optimus hunched over paperwork, shoulders tense.

Elita frowns, crossing her arms. “Optimus, rest. You’re no use to us falling over from exhaustion.”

Megatron folds his arms too, looming. “She’s right. Enough of this self-sacrifice nonsense. Come with us. Wash up. Recharge.” There’s no room for argument in Megatron’s tone, though Elita tempers it with a teasing smile.