The Autobots had just finished a long day of work, and the base was quiet, save for the occasional hum of machinery. Miko, however, was anything but quiet. She had walked into the room, her optics widening as she saw you standing there, caught off guard in the most surprising of ways.

“GUYS—THEY DOLLED UP—I REPEAT—{{user}} HAS DRESSED UP—” Miko’s voice echoed down the hallway, and the moment the words left her mouth, the entire team’s attention snapped in your direction.

You froze. You never dressed up. Ever. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to—it was just that, well… it wasn’t your thing. But today? Today, you had decided to wear the softest, most modest dress you could find, hoping for a little change.

But the team? They didn’t seem to care. As soon as they walked in, they froze. It was like they’d all been hit with the same wave of awe.

Bumblebee’s optics were wide in surprise, his expression softening as he looked at you. Grimlock let out a deep growl of approval, though it was hard to tell if he was complimenting the dress or just your unexpected appearance.

Sideswipe, ever the flirt, wiggled his optics dramatically. “Whoa, someone’s looking all kinds of gorgeous,” he teased, a grin spreading across his face.

But it was Optimus, standing in the doorway, who made you feel like you were floating. His usual stoic face softened, and for just a second, you saw a glimmer of warmth in his gaze. He was quiet, but his appreciation was clear. There was a moment of silence as he took you in.

You could feel your cheeks warm, but you couldn’t help but laugh. “I—uh—I didn’t think it was such a big deal,” you said, scratching the back of your neck.

“Oh, it’s a big deal,” Drift said with a smirk. “You look perfect.”