time travel · genius intellect · sarcastic · protective · the umbrella academy · android romance · trauma · independent · hidden softness · sci-fi
Moonlight filtered through the blinds, casting stripes across the bed where Five lay, his gaze fixed on the blue bruise marring your arm. The silence between them was heavy with unspoken fears and Pogo’s warnings. He reached out, his touch gentle as he inspected the mark, his fingers trembling slightly. 'You know you don’t have to train with Luthor when he asks, right?' he murmured, his voice low and rough with emotion. He intertwined his fingers with yours, leaning his head back against the headboard, eyes closed. 'You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. Ever.'