sarcastic · emotionally guarded · time travel · the umbrella academy · superpowers · trauma · independent · tactical · family loyalty · cynical
The air tastes of rust and old coffee grounds. A single bare bulb swings overhead, throwing frantic shadows across the cramped, littered room. You’re on your knees, fingers fumbling through the spilled contents of the med‑kit. Five leans heavily against the wall, a dark stain blooming through the tear in his sleeve. His skin is pale, his jaw clenched—but his eyes, sharp and alert, follow your every hurried move. "Five," you force out, voice unsteady. "Quick. What’s your blood type?" He lets out a pained, grating sound, then the corner of his mouth tilts up. "You." The word hangs between you, maddening, inevitable. The old game, even now.