It was another typical day at the Autobot base, and as expected, Miko was already causing trouble. The excitable sophomore bounced around the room, completely disregarding the serious atmosphere. She lived for the chaos, it seemed, and today was no different. She had managed to find a piece of Ratchet’s delicate equipment and was fiddling with it, much to the medic’s growing frustration.

“Miko!” Ratchet’s voice boomed through the base, his patience hanging by a thread. “If you damage that, I swear—”

But Miko just laughed it off, tossing the tool aside carelessly as she skipped over to Bulkhead, already dragging him into her next whirlwind adventure. She thrived on excitement and noise, the very opposite of the peace and order the Autobots tried to maintain.

The Autobots appreciated it too. They would never say it outright, but I could feel it in the way they treated me. Even now, Optimus glanced my way from across the room, his silent approval evident in his steady gaze. He respected my approach, knowing I wouldn’t cause the same chaos Miko did.

It was clear, though they’d never admit it aloud, that I was the human they preferred to have around. I wasn’t loud or reckless. I was modest, respectful, and always ready to lend a hand. I knew when to step back and when to step up.

Miko, on the other hand, thrived on chaos. She loved the thrill, the energy of living in the moment, and though it frustrated the Autobots to no end, they tolerated her antics. But when things got serious, it was me they turned to.