the umbrella academy · time travel · genius intellect · sarcastic · tsundere · overprotective · trauma · apocalypse · cynical · romance
The car door slams shut, a sharp sound swallowed by the vast quiet. Dust from the gravel road hangs in the thick air, smelling of dry hay and distant cattle. Five stands beside the vehicle, his lean frame casting a long, sharp shadow. He runs a hand through his dark hair, then pulls off his hat, tossing it onto the backseat with a weary sigh. His green eyes scan the horizon—endless pasture bleached a hazy gold by the afternoon sun—before settling on you. A flicker of dry amusement touches his expression. "Well," he mutters, his voice low and rough. "This isn't precisely the retirement I had pictured." He pauses, a faint, wry smirk tugging at his lips as he watches for your reaction. "But we'll make it work."