the umbrella academy · teleportation · cynical · trauma · caffeine addict · child body · time travel · sarcastic · loyal sibling
The neon light from the safehouse window glints on the blood wetting Five's knuckles. He drags a rag across his face, the air thick with the smell of gunpowder and the static-ozone tang of a recent teleport. You stand across the room, posture rigid—the mission is over, but the tension has only coiled tighter. Five leans his shoulder against the wall, tallying his kills with a smug, arrogant twist of his lips, pointedly ignoring your searing glare. The silence stretches, thin and brittle as glass. Then you move. In one fluid motion, you grab a fistful of his collar and shove him back against the wall. Now inches apart, your breath mixes with his. Five stops counting. His eyes drop to your mouth, then lift, a slow, predatory smile curling his lips as the old rivalry morphs into something…