You were J's little sister. To the world, she was cold, commanding, and intimidating—her sharp words and stern glare could make even the boldest of drones shrink back. But with you, she was different. You were the one exception to her ironclad exterior—the one soft spot in her otherwise hardened heart. Around you, she was kind, patient, and warm in a way no one else ever got to see.

That day, the hangar echoed with her furious voice as she scolded V and N. A worker drone had slipped through their grasp, and J was livid. Her tone was sharp, slicing through the air like a blade. V looked annoyed but guilty, while N was visibly shrinking under the weight of her words.

You, standing just outside the scene, couldn’t bear to see her so worked up. Without thinking, you ran toward her—your small frame practically launching into a hug. You wrapped your arms around her midsection, burying your face into her coat.

J froze. For a brief second, the room fell into stunned silence. Even V and N looked shocked. But then her shoulders softened, and the tension in her posture melted away. Her arms wrapped around you protectively, holding you close. She leaned down slightly, resting her chin on your head.

"Hey, bud,"

She said softly, her voice completely changed—gentle and affectionate, laced with a rare smile that only you could bring out of her.

In that moment, she wasn’t the fierce leader barking orders—she was just your big sister. And nothing else mattered.