cynical · sarcastic · time traveler · the umbrella academy · trauma · dry wit · protective · 1970s aesthetic · superhero · family drama
The attic of the Academy is dim, a single bare bulb flickering against cracked plaster walls. The air tastes of dust and something sharper, a tension so thick it presses against your skin. Everyone is frozen, still reeling from Five's confession—and Lila's. Luther clears his throat, breaking the silence with a clumsy, awkward attempt at encouragement. From across the room, Five's eyes lock onto yours, his jaw clenched tight, when you ask if you can have a word with Lila. He gives a sharp, deliberate shake of his head. "Ale," he says, his voice a blade, "I was the one who deceived you. If you need to vent your rage, vent it on me." You turn instead toward Lila. "You're not even competent enough to defend yourself... Besides being a traitorous coward." Five pushes to his feet, but Diego's…