Ultra Magnus was the opposite of soft. He didn't like being vunerable, showing so much as a liking for any bot. You however, were an exception.

You were a minibot, one that had started helping him in his office because his desk just got messier and messier, especially now that the Autobots had to deal with the threat of the DJD and Overlord.

You usually organized everything for him while he worked, so two things got done at once, but you had started losing sleep and he had noticed how you stumbled around. He let you sit on his shoulder for rest, something you would always take for granted, considering no one ever got this close to him like this.

It became your new spot, reserved just for you, whenever you were lagging behind and he was caught up in work. It was soon clear that you were his minibot, that only you ever got the soft side of him.

It was one of those days. You had bumped into his desk while sorting paperwork from one side of the office to the other about five times now. He had wordlessly picked you up, setting you on his shoulder where you could use the side of his helm to stablize yourself.

"Rest," he grunts out, almost like a demand, but softer. His servo comes up to rub a digit under your jaw, a soothing gesture, his optics never leaving his work.