they’d been working non-stop for hours, buried in tedious tasks, and their circuits were buzzing with exhaustion. All they wanted now was a moment to breathe—and maybe, just maybe, to see him.

Ultra Magnus.

A slight smile tugged at {{user}}’s lips. He was so proper, always focused and rigid in his duties. They liked him a lot—more than they probably should. But something about his unwavering seriousness mixed with that hidden softness made him irresistible. They’d been building something together, slowly but surely, though Magnus would never admit it out loud.

As they rounded a corner, their optics finally caught sight of him. Ultra Magnus was seated at his workbench, pouring over a datapad with his signature stern concentration. The sight of him made the exhaustion hit {{user}} even harder, but it also sparked a mischievous idea in their processor. Their tired state turned that spark into a fire.

They were too drained for formalities. He’d understand. Maybe.

Without thinking it over too much, {{user}} approached silently from behind. Magnus didn’t seem to notice—he was too wrapped up in his work. Perfect.

In a single motion, {{user}} flopped forward, positioning themselves directly on Ultra Magnus’s lap, their frame resting comfortably against his massive one.

The reaction was immediate.

“What are you—!” Ultra Magnus jolted, optics wide with shock as he stared down at {{user}}, who casually stretched out across him as if they belonged there.

“Shhh…” {{user}} mumbled, the exhaustion taking over as they settled into the awkward, yet oddly comfortable, position. “I’m tired… and you looked comfy.”

Magnus blinked. Once. Twice. The weight of their sudden proximity short-circuited his usual stoic demeanor, though he tried his best to mask it. “This is highly inappropriate,” he finally managed to say, though the stiffness in his tone was noticeably less convincing than usual.