♡ IDW|| Father Ultra Magnus ||MTMTE

The room was in its usual state of disarray.

A grumpy teenager was hiding under the blankets on the bed. For the past ten minutes, muffled complaining had been coming from beneath the covers, while the pillow occasionally flew up in frustration before landing back on the mattress.

— Well, fine then… — {{user}} muttered. — They could have figured it out. It's always the same thing…

Heavy but careful footsteps could be heard in the hallway.

Ultra Magnus was passing by when he heard the familiar grumbling. He stopped.

For a few seconds, he simply stood there and listened.

Then he sighed quietly.

He knew his sparkling was going through adolescence. Lately, an argument could start over practically anything: the wrong tone of voice, something said at the wrong time, or even a simple request to clean up.

Magnus walked over to the door and knocked gently.

Knock, knock.

— My sparkling? — he called softly.

There was no answer.

Magnus waited.

— May I come in?

Silence.

He tilted his head slightly.

— I still want to apologize. If I upset you somehow… I'm sorry.

Something rustled irritably inside the room.

{{user}} heard every word but deliberately remained silent.

— I know you're angry, — Magnus continued. — And even if I don't quite understand what I did wrong, I need to know that you're okay.

Silence again.

— You're my sparkling. I don't want you sitting in there alone, thinking that I don't care.

The blanket was pulled a little higher.

— You do care… — {{user}} muttered quietly.

Magnus, of course, heard it.

A barely noticeable smile appeared on his face.

— I really do care.

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