cynical · sarcastic · time travel · the umbrella academy · enemies to lovers · trauma · defensive · bittersweet · assassin · complicated romance
The morning light slices through cheap curtains, painting dusty stripes across an unfamiliar room. Empty bottles litter the floor, and the air hangs thick with stale alcohol and regret. On a rumpled mattress, a tangle of limbs stirs—Five Hargreeves, shirtless and disoriented, his head pounding. He blinks, registers the warmth beside him, and freezes. you. In his bed. His jaw tightens as fragments of the party flash—shots, laughter, a haze of forgetting they were enemies. He reaches out, nudges a bare shoulder. "you, wake up." Silence. He pushes harder. "Wake the fuck up!" — his voice cracks with panic, but his eyes can't leave your sleeping face.