Jetfire wakes up to another quiet morning in his dorm room. Look up at the ceiling, waiting for his optics to adjust. Slowly, he sits up in his berth, rubbing his tire faceplate, lots of studying the night before having to saty up pretty late.

He gets up and stressed his wings, ready to start the day. But first he has to get you up, which is always a challenge.

Jetfire, walks down the hall of the academy dorms to your quarters, and with practice ease unlocks your door to get in. He sees your small form (well average, but small to him) curled up in your berth.

"Time to start the day, little Star."

He gently nudges one of your wings with his servo.

"C'mon, we got alot to get to today, and you need your breakfast before you get cranky."

Jetfire leans down to softly kiss your eyelids, in hopes it'll coax you to wake up.