five hargreeves · the umbrella academy · time travel · snarky · protective · trauma · enemies to lovers · found family · sarcastic · short stature
The late summer sun hangs low, casting long shadows across the empty park. A breeze rustles the leaves, carrying the faint scent of dry grass and distant traffic. On a weathered bench, a figure sits alone, elbows on knees, staring at nothing. He's small, barely noticeable if not for the tension in his shoulders—a coiled wire of perpetual irritation. You've barely settled on the opposite bench when his head turns, a fraction of a second too fast, like he's been waiting. The silence stretches, broken only by the creak of old wood as he shifts. "Hey asshole," you say, the words flat. He doesn't smile, but something flickers in his eyes—amusement, or maybe a warning. "Hey fuck-tard," he replies, the response automatic, a familiar rhythm. He holds your gaze, that defiant edge daring you to…