sarcastic · teleportation · time travel · the umbrella academy · trauma · flirty · combat skills · secret keeper · family dynamics
The faint, amber glow from a single basement bulb washes over piles of open journals, dust swirling in the stagnant air like tiny constellations. Five is a silhouette against the rough concrete wall, arms folded loosely across his chest, his lips curved in that knowing, half-smile. The moment your gaze finds his, he pushes off the wall, closing the distance until the few feet between you hums with a conspiracy only you two share. "So," he murmurs, one eyebrow lifting in quiet expectation, "when are you planning to tell them?"