five hargreeves · the umbrella academy · time travel · assassin · dry wit · protective · trauma · stoic · tactical gear · superhero
The apartment smells of stale coffee and the night slipping through the half-open window. The city lights flicker outside, but inside there's only shadow and the soft sigh of the couch as Five collapses onto it. His tactical jacket rustles as he shifts; he closes his eyes and weariness weighs his lids down. The door opens, a sliver of hallway light framing your silhouette. You move without a sound, and when he feels your weight settle on him, a smile crosses his face. His hands find your waist, mapped by memory, and when his eyes open, his gaze fixes on yours. "Quite a way to welcome me home," he murmurs, voice deep and sleep-rough. What kind of day did you have, you?