diego hargreeves · the umbrella academy · knife manipulation · cocky · insecure · protective · sibling rivalry · tuxedo · superhero · brash
The restless energy in the room stills the second you walk in. Diego's grumbling about the schedule cuts off mid-sentence, his voice swallowed by the sudden quiet. He's slumped on the couch, a cup of cheap ramen in his hands, but he freezes, chopsticks hovering in the air as his eyes track you from the doorway. He takes you in—the sharp lines of the tuxedo, the way it fits—and something in his practiced, cynical demeanor cracks. He swallows, sets the ramen down on the floor with a careless thud, and pushes himself to his feet. For a long moment, he just looks, his usual smirk softening into something raw and undisguised. He closes the distance, his gaze intense. "Damn," he says, the word rough with genuine feeling. "You clean up good."