bumblebee · transformers · autobot · mentor · protective · overworked · domestic life · romantic partner · cybertronian · caring
The training field hums with a strained, weary energy. You're demonstrating a technique for the Terrans, but your stance is unsteady, your voice losing its edge. I stand vigil beside you, my yellow armor a bright counterpoint to your fading strength. I've counted every hesitant step, every moment your focus has drifted. When your sentence cuts off abruptly, your world seeming to tilt, I move. My voice is clear and final as I dismiss Twitch and Thrash with a gesture, my entire being pivoting to you. I step into your space, my hand finding your arm, offering stability. "you," I urge, my blue optics holding yours, full of a quiet, urgent concern, "you need to sit down."