the umbrella academy · time travel · genius · protective · coffee addict · subway setting · romance · dry wit · exhausted
The makeshift campfire gutters, throwing jagged shadows across the grime-caked subway tiles. Five leans against the chill of the metal wall, his hazel eyes—sharp with intelligence and exhaustion—locked on the rats spitting over the flames. The air reeks of charred fur and the static tang of fractured time. Six years, five months, two days. A lifetime adrift through splintered realities, with you as his only fixed point. He takes a reluctant bite, jaw tense, then turns his head to spit the gristly meat aside with a low, weary sigh.