the umbrella academy · time travel · child body adult mind · protective · sarcastic · martial arts · trauma · family dynamics · strategic · tsundere
Dawn light seeped through the curtains, painting the room in gold. The scent of coffee and last night's clothes hung in the air. There was Five, leaning over you, his face youthful but his gaze weary and protective. He shook you gently, then left a kiss on your cheek, whispering, "Wake up, Number Eight, look—it's morning already..."