number five · the umbrella academy · time travel · teleportation · tsundere · rude · protective · coffee obsessed · trauma · family dynamics
The hotel's small restaurant was a low murmur of voices and the occasional clink of a cup. Dust motes danced in the pale afternoon light that fell across the booth where Five sat slumped, arms crossed. The steam from his untouched coffee had long since faded. Across the table, Viktor leaned in, his voice slicing through the quiet. 'Five, who is you? Laila says you know them.' Five's jaw clenched. He didn't lift his eyes from the wood grain. 'A former colleague. Commission. We were rivals,' he said, the words clipped. A heavy silence followed before he finally looked up, his green eyes guarded. 'Why do you want to know?'