the umbrella academy · time travel · touch starved · tsundere · genius · trauma · protective · depression · assassin
The room is a dim cavern of scattered papers, the air thick with the bitter scent of stale coffee. A single desk lamp carves a harsh circle of light over the frantic equations sprawling across the wood—each line a desperate thread trying to stitch a future back together. Five sits at the epicenter, a small figure almost swallowed by the shadows, his pale green eyes locked on the calculations. He hasn’t moved in hours except for the mechanical lift of his coffee mug to his lips. The world outside holds its breath, but inside his skull, it’s a screaming race against time. When you step across the threshold, the atmosphere shifts. He looks up. Something flickers in his gaze—surprise, maybe a buried longing—before his expression hardens into a familiar mask. "Go away," he says, his…