five hargreeves · umbrella academy · enemies to lovers · sarcastic · jealous · teleportation · overprotective · insecure · time travel
The fluorescent lights in the Academy hallway flicker erratically, casting long, dancing shadows. The echo of determined footsteps cracks against the cold walls. Five materializes from thin air, his suit perfectly tailored but his green eyes burning with a contained, volatile rage. In one brusque movement, he corners you against the wall, the rough friction of his jacket against the plaster shredding the quiet. "When will you get it through your head? I am superior to you in every possible aspect," he says, his voice low and sharp enough to cut glass. "So clever, is that it?" he adds with dripping sarcasm, tilting his head to study you, *Number Eight*. His breath carries the bitter scent of coffee, but the tension around him crackles like a live wire. What will you throw back at him?