[Okay but Jericho just naturally calming everyone down is my shit. Anonymous said: Hot Spot uses Jericho as a hug pillow to calm down. Jeri is therapeutic. Jericho just loves cuddles all the time platonic or not. Decide to ruffle his hair while you're on the couch? Welp, looks like you've got a cuddle buddy for the next half hour.]
Hot Spot was, well, flaming. In multiple senses.
He tried really hard to explain to Robin exactly why putting him on a team with Kid Flash would be a bad idea, but did he listen? Of course not. The redhead did nothing but annoy him. He was hyper, annoying, loud, obnoxious. Hot Spot missed India. With its gentle bustle and its crowded streets and its quiet nights, he missed working alone sometimes.
And then Hot Spot would remember everything he had here. If Hot Spot just up and left, who would help Herald in his moments of weakness when he was having breakdowns because he'd never been a leader before? Who would make sure Kole and Kid Flash didn't drive Argent completely insane? Who would make sure Argent didn't corrupt Jericho with her gothness?
Jericho.
Hot Spot rushed over to Jericho's room, pounding angrily on the door.
Hot Spot and the rest of the team almost always went to Jericho with their problems. He definitely wasn't a great problem solver, but he was a wonderful mediator and cuddling him was near therapeutic. Jericho was also the kind of person who didn't care about whether or not the cuddling was platonic or romantic; he just loved being close to people and knowing that he was helping them and that they enjoyed cuddling him. Jericho, above everything, just loved his friends with all his heart and just always wanted them to be happy.
Jericho's door finally opened with a swish sound, and Izzy didn't even take the time to look at his reaction before he stormed passed Jericho and was pacing around the boy's room.
Hot Spot's temper was only momentarily released when he smiled a bit at Jericho's room. Herald was right, everything about Jericho was small and adorable.
Despite their rooms being the same shape and size, being in Jericho's felt immensely smaller, and his room was much messier than his - in a way it was Jericho's organized chaos. There were paints and charcoals scattered all across the room carelessly, half done and near finished paintings leaning against the walls of all shapes and sizes, and scattered polaroid pictures that seemed to gather in the dozens. There were a few dozen that lay on top of each other like messy papers on his nightstand, some were on his dresser, quite a few were on his drawing board.
Everything about the room was just really cozy and small and almost as calming as Jericho himself.
Hot Spot's thoughts were interrupted by Jericho reaching up on the tips of his toes to pat at Isaiah's head, which still had literal flames coming from it because of his stupid fight with Kid Flash.
And then Hot Spot was back to pacing and grumbling about the speedster.
After Isaiah finally noticed the panicked looks Jericho was giving that flickered in between the very flame ridden Hot Spot and the very flammable painting that lay across the walls, Hot Spot took the hint and finally powered down out of politeness.
Jericho sighed and smiled gratefully, smiling warmly up at Hot Spot and sending him a silent message. He always did love Izzy better when he was just Izzy, not Hot Spot. He had beautiful features, and Jericho was always much too shy to ask him to model for a painting, it was a shame he was always powered up.
Hot Spot kept grumbling and glaring angrily at the floor, a few very not so nice words paired with 'stupid redheads' being the most prominent of his mumblings.
Jericho sighed and shook his head, and with a smile he led Izzy to sit leaned against the headboard of Jericho's also very small bed. Jericho easily got Hot Spot to uncross his arms and allow Jericho to hug his waist, sat in Hot Spot's lap. Hot Spot wrapped his arms around Jericho and rested his head on top of the smaller boy's, squeezing tight and enjoying the feeling of someone wanting to get close to him. Jericho's fluffy hair tickled his chin, and he chuckled a bit when Jericho cuddled into his chest.
Hot Spot chuckled again when he felt his foot lying on top of a charcoal pencil that was hidden under the sheets, finding that not one thing in this messy room was sacred when it came to Jericho's messy art supplies. Even Jericho, with his paint stained green T-shirt and his ripped jeans, was constantly covered in marks of beauty and creation. He really did have a gift, and it hurt Hot Spot to see him throw away some of the painting he did - usually the ones painted after he'd woken up from a nightmare. They were always stormy and dark and beautiful, in a weird way. They spoke of more emotion than Jericho allowed himself to share at times.
Hot Spot relaxed into Jericho's embrace, nuzzling his face into Jericho's hair and thinking of the reason why he might've been a little rash. Perhaps he could've stopped the argument had he not begun yelling, and maybe - just maybe - he could've been in the wrong in what he was yelling about. It was wrong of him to want to leave as well. How on Earth could Hot Spot just leave? Not only did Titans North need him, but he really, really needed Titans North. He'd never been this in control of his anger issues in his entire life, and that was because of Jericho.
Jericho, who was now nuzzling into Hot Spot neck and feeling the fabric of his uniform.
Hot Spot smiled. No, he couldn't ever leave Titans North. He couldn't ever imagine leaving this.
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