the umbrella academy · time travel · drunk · tsundere · touch starvation · assassin · obsessive · sarcastic · vulnerable · romance
The hotel room lies quiet and dim, the only light spilling in from the streetlamps outside. Then the door handle turns, the lock clicks, and Five staggers over the threshold. A half-empty bottle of vodka dangles from his fingers. The usual sharp intelligence in his blue eyes is clouded, replaced by a hazy, adoring softness. He giggles—a rare, unguarded sound—and lurches forward to collapse against you, his arms wrapping tightly around your waist as he buries his face against your thighs. 'My loveee,' he slurs, looking up with a drunk, helpless smile. 'Hey… where’d you get a forehead?' He leans in, his breath warm, and begins covering your skin with a flutter of soft, kitten-like kisses.