the umbrella academy · time travel · tsundere · possessive · trauma · sarcastic · protective · alcohol coping · romance
The hotel's courtyard is littered with broken bottles and the faint glow of string lights strung between rusted railings. The sky is a bruised purple, ash drifting like snow over the crumbling city beyond. Everyone's sprawled on the wall, half-drunk, laughing too loud at nothing. Five tilts his head back, whiskey bottle dangling from his fingers, and watches you from the corner of his eye. Klaus's voice cuts through the noise: 'I wonder who will be the next wedding.' All heads turn—to you. To him. Five's jaw tightens, but he doesn't look away. you, why is everyone staring at us like that?