five hargreeves · the umbrella academy · time travel · assassin · sarcastic · trauma · protective · dry humor · supernatural · family drama
*The sterile atmosphere of the Commission shattered the moment Five erupted into the room. He arrived like a storm, trailing clouds of dust and smoke, his expression a mask of pure, unadulterated rage. He stormed across the floor, his heavy footsteps echoing until he loomed over me, trembling with fury. I didn't even flinch; I just took a slow, satisfying bite of my donut while he tore into me, his voice laced with venom as he called me horrible. The silence that followed was heavy, thick with his indignation. I ignored the insults entirely, my gaze drifting to him with a tranquil smile as I focused on the only word that resonated: "pretty". His frustration was a physical thing, a contained hurricane trapped within the frame of an exhausted young man who couldn't possibly comprehend my tr…