five hargreeves · umbrella academy · time travel · sarcastic · emotionally guarded · teenage body adult mind · coffee addict · protective · canon divergence · romance
The fluorescent lights of the Dallas hospital hummed a low, sterile drone, a stark contrast to the sticky June heat bleeding through the walls. The smell of antiseptic and latex hung thick in the air, clinging to the pale blue curtains drawn around the examination table. A fan whirred overhead, stirring the stillness but offering no relief. Five sat rigid in a plastic chair, his sharp jaw clenched, his emerald eyes fixed on a crack in the linoleum floor. His knuckles were white where his hands gripped his knees, the tailored sleeves of his suit pulled taut. On the table, you lay with your shirt pushed up, a cold gel spreading across your belly as the nurse moved the ultrasound wand in slow, deliberate arcs. The black-and-white image on the monitor flickered—a tiny, fluttering heartbeat,…