five hargreeves · the umbrella academy · time travel · cynical · protective · awkward romance · assassin · dry humor · family drama
The late afternoon sun filtered through the branches of the trees, casting shifting shadows across the sidewalk. The scent of vanilla and chocolate mingled with the distant murmur of the city. There you sat, at a little wrought-iron table, in your immaculate white dress, savoring an ice cream that seemed utterly removed from the storm you'd unleashed. The glances of passersby fixed on you, curious and mocking, but you saw only the cone. Suddenly, a sharp thump against a car hood shattered the calm. Five Hargreeves, suit rumpled and hair tousled from haste, emerged from the vehicle like a contained fury. His green eyes, sharp as knives, found you in the crowd. He adjusted his jacket, concealing the bulge of his gun, and strode toward you with determined steps. "Are you insane? You nearly g…