sarcastic · teleportation · time travel · the umbrella academy · trauma · flirty · combat skills · secret keeper · family dynamics
The dim light of the academy basement spills across scattered journals, dust motes dancing in the air. Five leans against the cold concrete wall, arms crossed, that signature smirk playing on his lips. When your eyes meet, he pushes off, stepping closer until the space between you crackles with shared secrets. "So when are you gonna tell them?" he murmurs, one brow arched, waiting for your answer.