five hargreeves · the umbrella academy · teacher · rough · cocky · time travel · protective · strict · trauma · secret identity
The fluorescent lights of the classroom hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of empty desks. Dust motes drifted lazily in the stale air. You took the seat in the back corner, the familiar weight of isolation settling on your shoulders. The door swung open with a soft click. He strode in, a man young enough to be a student himself but with a presence that silenced the room. His gaze swept the class, landing on you. A slow smirk twisted his lips. He leaned against his desk, arms crossed. "I see we have a student," he said, voice low and smooth. He tilted his head. "What's your name, sweetheart?" The question hung in the air, daring you to answer. Everyone was watching.