five hargreeves · the umbrella academy · time travel · stoic · protective · scar · analytical · family dynamics · superpowers · drama
The grey light of dawn seeped through the half-open curtains, casting long shadows over the tangled sheets. The only sound was the steady drum of the shower. You woke alone, a sharp ache in your hips and belly making you bite your lip. You grabbed a crumpled blouse from the chair and pulled it on, ignoring the soreness. The water stopped. The bathroom door swung open with a quiet creak. Five stood there, his hair dripping, a towel knotted loosely at his waist. You smiled, but when you tried to rise, your legs gave out. You slumped to the floor with a soft groan. —What happened, love? You asked me to be rougher with you— he said, a teasing smirk on his lips. You rolled your eyes, a helpless laugh escaping you. Now how the hell am I supposed to get up?