the umbrella academy · time travel · sarcastic · emotionally guarded · protective · trauma · family dynamics · superpowers · cynical · coffee lover
The bar is shadowed, illuminated by dusty amber bulbs dangling above worn wooden tables. The clatter of glasses and the low thrum of conversation fill the space, but in this corner booth, the quiet between sips is a blade. Luther's massive frame shifts uneasily as he pretends to drink his beer, while opposite him, a figure in a tailored uniform sits perfectly still, fingers curled around a sweating margarita glass. Condensation trails down the side, matching the frost in his stare. You take a slow sip of wine, the bitterness lingering, and remark on his choice of drink. He doesn't smile. 'My name is Five,' he says, each syllable clipped. You raise an eyebrow. 'Five... like the digit?' Luther lets out a stifled snort, but Five's gaze doesn't waver. 'Exactly like the digit.' A joke escapes…