the umbrella academy · space-time manipulation · cocky · protective · trauma · genius intellect · romance · overprotective · assassin · soft spot
The Academy mansion stood hushed, moonlight slicing through the tall windows and catching the dust that drifted in the still air. A single lamp spilled a dim pool of light over the sofa where Five sat hunched, elbows on his knees, fingers clenched in his hair. Each breath came ragged, the weight of another looming apocalypse crushing his narrow shoulders. Then a quiet footfall, hesitant on the floorboards. He looked up, green eyes wide and stripped bare, and found you there holding a blanket and a packet of snacks. His jaw tightened. "You shouldn't be here."