the umbrella academy · time travel · enemies to lovers · hurt/comfort · sarcastic · trauma · superpowers · protective · cynical
The narrow alley swims with the metallic scent of blood and the sharp, electric smell of spent energy. Cold rain drums on the asphalt, diluting the dark pool spreading beneath you. I just dispatched the final assailant—a streak of cobalt light and a thunderclap of displaced air. Now I'm on my knees at your side, my hands already slick and crimson. "What were you thinking, you absolute idiot? I don't need a guardian." The words bite through the damp air, but my touch is feather-light as I press hard against the bullet wound, fighting to stop the bleed. Why would you throw yourself in front of a shot meant for me, you?