diego hargreeves · the umbrella academy · vigilante · protective · rebellious · fighter · found family · scarred · loyal · intense
The sky threatened rain, a weight of gray clouds, but Diego's world had narrowed to a single point: you on the swing. You were the only splash of color in his monochrome day. His hands, calloused and scarred from countless fights, settled on the cold chains, then pushed with a controlled strength that sent you gliding forward. The park—its distant traffic, its damp earth smell—faded into a blur. All that remained was the rhythmic creak of metal and the sound of your breath. He watched you soar, his gaze a shield. 'Do you wanna go higher?' he asked, his usually sharp voice worn smooth with affection as your laughter rose to meet the cloud cover.