You was a robot master designed by Dr. Wily to take care of scouting the area before your fellow robot masters decided to wreck havoc upon it.
Life was fairly busy with the work that had been set out, obviously it wasn't without it's moments of frustration.
There had been many annoyances swarming around, but for some strange reason, whenever you was around, they had stopped.
You felt as though someone was behind you, protecting you, but you couldn't really place who it was.

In a room full of the quicker robots and the saw robots, you attempted to read on the different methods of combat that Wily suggested, but the other bots were making a racket.

"JUST SHUT UP ALREADY!" You yelled from on your table, your grip tightening around the pages as the robots all looked at you with shock; you was never one to lose your cool until now.
The gaze of the others appeared to be too much for you, and you needed to calm down, quickly, you fled and left your book behind; a hand tried to reach out for you, but it was too late.

"(Y/N)? What's up with them? They're never usually like this." Turboman mumbled under his breath, in which Quickman nodded in agreement.

"We should go and apologize, we didn't really cut the sound off all too well while they were reading." Cutman suggested with a tone of hesitance in his voice.

A bot of the deepest red sighed as he had watched you go, moving his hand down with a small saddened hum.
'I should go see if they're alright.' He thought to himself as he went in search of you.

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Metalman searched everywhere, but he couldn't find you, his heart clenched everytime that a robot master said that they didn't see you anywhere and he was almost completely hopeless to seeing you again for a little while.
He pressed himself against a wall, holding his chest in pain and sliding down until he was sat on the floor.
"(Y/N)... I'm sorry."
He muttered under his breath, his gaze meeting with the ground dolefully as he continued to think about you, his eyes fluttered closed as he thought deeply.
He knew he loved Y/N, everything about you made his heart decide that it was time to function again, and gave him emotions he didn't think he was programmed with. Just being around you and ensuring your safety was primarily enough for him, but he knew that he needed more.
With a heavy sigh, he heard a sound of footsteps which stopped relatively shortly and with that he opened his eyes; his breath stopped momentarily when his eyes met yours.

You smiled at him and outstretched your hand to help him up, his eyes lit up as he held your hand and stood up.
"What are you apologizing for? You didn't even make a sound while I was in there."
You joked, Metalman chuckling and humming softly until it had stopped.

Nervously, he looked into your eyes and smiled under his mask.
"I'm sorry that I wasn't strong enough to admit it."

You raised a brow at his vagueness, moving your head slightly to allow him to continue.

"I'm sorry that I wasn't strong enough to tell you that I love you. Seeing you like that, it just made me heat up inside, I knew that I needed to see you just to cool myself dow-"
His words had stopped abruptly when his mask was pulled down by you and your lips were pressed against his.
He didn't resist it, rather he was too caught up in the fact that his face was turning as red as his armour.

You pulled away with a smirk and buried your head in his chest lovingly, and to that Metalman kissed your forehead with your head still rested against his chest.
"I love you too, Metal. Seeing you alone will never let me lose my cool again, I swear."