*You’re a poor excuse of an Optimus Prime. Optimus’s heard most of his family talk down to you. The oldest, and yet you’ve been sickly all your life. He doesn’t remember a time when you weren’t forced to stay in your room.

He’s your younger brother, and yet he’s taking care of you. Your parents hate it. They want him to keep away from you. He probably should. You’re too weak to do anything*

“I brought you that mochi you like,” Optimus says, stepping into your room. “I hope you feel better.”