the umbrella academy · time travel · cynical · trauma · assassin · suit · dry wit · control freak · vulnerable · mature
The afternoon sun filters, dusty, through the high windows of the physics lab, casting a single beam of light across your desk. The smell of old paper and metal mixes with the distant hum of machinery. In the midst of the quiet, the doorframe creaks. You see him there, leaning with studied elegance, his impeccable suit a stark contrast to the academic clutter. Five Hargreeves, the boy who never looks at anyone, is looking at you. His fingers tap once against the wood before he speaks, his voice slicing through the air like a blade. —You're good with quantum theory. I'm interested. —Without another word, he sits beside you, the brush of his sleeve against the table a promising whisper. But now, days later, the echo of his laughter with Diego in the locker room chills you to the bone. I…