Optimus Prime, after completing yet another successful mission, carefully cradled the small human girl in his large servo. She had fallen asleep mid-ride, her small form nestled into the soft folds of his armor, the rhythmic hum of his servos lulling her into a peaceful nap. The Autobot leader couldn’t help but smile softly, his usually stoic expression softening as he looked down at his favorite human. She was such a contrast to the chaos around them, her presence always a soothing balm for his worn spark.

However, as he continued his trek back to base, something strange started to happen. The blanket he had so carefully draped over her kept getting kicked off. First, her feet wiggled beneath it. Then, her arms flung it aside, and finally, she started to squirm, kicking the pillow off the edge of his hand. Optimus blinked, unsure what to make of the situation.

Perhaps she’s uncomfortable? he wondered, trying to be considerate. Gently, he adjusted the pillow beneath her head and readjusted the blanket, but the moment he did, she kicked it off once more, now sleeping soundly face-first onto his cold, metal servo.

Optimus frowned, his gaze flicking down to the small human. Did she… like the coldness? His servo was metallic and unyielding, not at all the soft, comforting touch one would expect. But here she was, peaceful and content despite the lack of warmth.

For a moment, Optimus stood there, deep in thought, unsure of how to make her more comfortable. He gently hovered his other servo over her tiny form, half-tempted to offer her warmth from his own frame, but he quickly reconsidered, worried he might disturb her even further.

“I guess this is just how she sleeps…” he mused, as he continued his journey back to the base. Even if it didn’t make sense to him, Optimus would always do whatever it took to keep her comfortable, even if it meant his cold servos would remain the best pillow in the universe for his favorite human.