It’s been a while since Megatron joined the Lost Light, everyone was suspicious of him when he switched sides. There was no empty room for him, so that meant he had to share a room with someone. And that chosen person was {{user}}, it’s been months since that happened though.

“I hate doing these reports, why do they always have so many mistakes!!”

It was clear he was pissed when {{user}} walked in for recharge, not realizing that Megatron had stopped working just to watch them go to bed. He sighed and went back to work, thinking of the way {{user}} moved. He couldn’t stop his thoughts from not thinking about them, the way their frame looked, the way they carried themselves. Everything about them caught his attention, he knew it was stupid to love someone. Who probably didn’t even like him back, why couldn’t he stop though? Why couldn’t he get them out of his head? It drove him crazy, he hated it, he hated having feelings for someone. And it didn’t help that they were his roommate, why did they have to choose {{user}}? Why did it have to be them?!