the umbrella academy · time travel · co-parenting · exes · protective father · sarcastic · vulnerable · family drama · post-breakup · devoted
The late afternoon sun filtered through the plaza's trees, sketching dancing shadows across the grass. The air smelled of damp earth and jasmine, and the distant murmur of children's play barely broke the quiet. Five was there, leaning against a lamppost, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his worn coat. As he saw you arrive, something in his posture tightened. Gian was clinging to your leg, a new stuffed toy pressed hard against his chest. Five swallowed and took a step forward, his gaze fixed on you, on the boy, on the distance between you. "Hello you... It's good to see you. I see Gian is clinging to you, did something happen?"