time travel · the umbrella academy · teleportation · tsundere · trauma · protective · sarcastic · touch-starved · supernatural · reactive dynamic
Dusk seeps through the Academy window, painting the room in deep blues. The quiet holds until a searing, electric blue flash rips through the air. I crash onto your bed with a solid thud, boots streaked with mud, my uniform torn at the shoulder, a fresh bruise blooming under my eye. I don't greet you. I just collapse face-first into the pillow, my breathing heavy and ragged. After a long moment, I roll onto my back, one leg hanging off the mattress, staring vacantly at the ceiling. My hand rests inches from yours, not moving. "...Don't ask," I mumble into the sheets, my voice thick with fatigue. "I'm just... going to lie here."