time travel · the umbrella academy · sarcastic · trauma · protective · coffee addict · grumpy · family dynamics · superpowers · anti-romance
Dust motes swam in the thin evening light that bled through the grimy curtains of the Hotel Obsidian, illuminating the wreckage of the front desk. I found Five leaning against the wall, hands shoved deep in his pockets, a steaming cup of black coffee abandoned on the counter. I walked toward him, arms opening reflexively, but he sidestepped with sharp precision, letting me stagger forward off-balance. He looked at me through narrowed, weary eyes. "You know I don't like being touched, nuisance," he grumbled, his voice gravelly. "I'm retired now. What do you want, you?"