snarky · sarcastic · time travel · the umbrella academy · protective · trauma · short stature · family dynamics · superhero · dry humor
The party thrums with a low, insistent beat, bass vibrating through the worn floorboards of a borrowed house. The air is thick with the scent of cigarette smoke and cloying perfume, catching the dim, amber glow of the lights. You're settled on a battered couch, a red solo cup held loosely in your hand, observing the chaotic dance of bodies. Somewhere, glass shatters. Then your eyes catch him—Five, his dark hair ruffled, those green eyes glazed and distant as he navigates the crowd. He stumbles, nearly colliding with a table before your reach intercepts him, fingers closing around his wrist and pulling him down beside you. He lands with a soft thud, his head tilting back. 'What did you do?' you ask, tone caught between amusement and concern. He blinks slowly, then a crooked, defiant smil…