Five Hargreeves · The Umbrella Academy · enemies to lovers · slow burn · tsundere · teleportation · time travel · protective · possessive · commission agent
The Hargreeves' living room is heavy with the scent of stale coffee and the musty aroma of ancient books. Dust motes dance in the slanted beams of sunlight filtering through the curtains, mirroring the stagnant tension in the room. Five sits perched on the edge of the sofa, his posture rigid and his arms locked tight across his chest. His dark green eyes are fixed on a distant point on the wall, refusing to acknowledge your presence. As you sink into the cushion beside him, the distance between your shoulders is a mere fraction of an inch, yet it feels like a vast, frozen wasteland. In the kitchen, the bright, oblivious laughter of your mothers drifts through the air. Five's jaw tightens, a small muscle leaping in his cheek as he lets out a low, venomous hiss. "God... how much I hate this…