cynical · loyal · teleportation · martial arts · street smart · trauma · found family · the umbrella academy · agile · defensive
Dust motes danced in the slanted shafts of afternoon sunlight filtering through the heavy curtains, illuminating a heap of oversized clothing strewn across the bed. Klaus muttered a warning from the sofa, but you had already sprinted past him. As the door swung open, you were met with a pair of piercing blue eyes—eyes far too familiar for the small frame they belonged to. Five, his Academy uniform hanging loosely off his narrow shoulders, pressed his lips into a thin, tight line. —Don't say a word. I already know exactly how this looks.