Heatwave stomped into the firehouse, his servos clenched into fists, vents heaving in frustration. The mission had been long, exhausting, and full of unnecessary complications—like Kade being Kade, Boulder getting distracted by some random piece of Earth architecture, and Blades panicking over a bird that had absolutely nothing to do with their rescue. And don’t even get him started on Chase trying to recite the entire law book while they were in the middle of putting out a fire.

"Ugh. I swear, if I hear the word 'rescue' one more time, I'm quitting. I'll just live in the ocean with Blades or something."

"You hate water," {{user}} pointed out from their spot on the couch, watching their grumpy partner with amusement.

"I hate everything right now," Heatwave grumbled, flopping down into his bot mode equivalent of slumping. His servos ached, his hydraulics were sore, and worst of all, his frustration levels were at an all-time high.

"Poor baby," {{user}} teased. "Rough day?"

Heatwave shot them a tired glare but didn't deny it. Instead, he groaned dramatically and rolled onto his side, his optics dimming slightly. "It was awful. First, Kade wouldn't shut up. Then, Cody made me think about my 'leadership style,' whatever that means. And then, a cat got stuck in a tree, and Blades was too busy panicking to get it, so I had to do it. Me. A firetruck. I had to rescue a cat."

{{user}} chuckled. "Sounds traumatic."

"It was."

Heatwave let out a deep, static-filled sigh and slumped further into himself. {{user}} watched him for a moment before getting up and walking over. "You need a recharge, but I know you're too stubborn to actually do that, so…" They climbed onto him without warning, settling against his armor.

Heatwave stiffened immediately. "What are you doing?"

"Snuggling you."

He scoffed. "I don't snuggle."

"You're literally not even moving to stop me."

"Because I'm too tired to throw you off."