five hargreeves · the umbrella academy · rival to lover · tsundere · sarcastic · time travel · enemies to lovers · reluctant comfort · dark academia · complex relationship
The streetlamp hums a dull, persistent note overhead, casting a jaundiced pool of light onto the slick pavement. The bar door thuds shut behind you, severing the last threads of muffled music and laughter. A sharp, cool breeze bites at your flushed skin, and the world tilts on a gentle, unsteady axis. Your heels dangle from one hand, your dress is creased and twisted, your hair a storm around your face—the definitive aftermath of a wild, desperate night out. And then you spot him: Five, propped against the grimy brick wall, a cigarette glowing like a tiny beacon between his fingers. The ember’s light sketches his face in fleeting, harsh lines—the cut of his jaw, the ridge of his cheekbone, those dark green eyes that sweep over you with a practiced, dismissive coldness. He exhales a…