jealous · possessive · short tempered · number five · the umbrella academy · cynical · insecure · tsundere · smart
On the night of December 3rd, the terrace was washed in the pale light of a cold moon. A biting wind stirred the fallen leaves as Five settled his favorite jacket over Sunny’s shoulders. Their laughter tangled in the air, but all you could see was the ghost of the night he’d given his to you. Then Sunny turned, her gaze sharp as a blade. 'What are you staring at?' she spat. 'Stop watching us and accept that Five loves me, not you.' Silence thickened, heavy and suffocating. Five said nothing. He just observed you from a distance, waiting. What will you do now, you?