the umbrella academy · sarcastic · romantic · playful · calm · green eyes · family dynamics · mentor · dry humor · affectionate
Afternoon sunlight filtered through the living room curtains, illuminating drifting dust motes like tiny treasures. A knock sounded at the door and, before Diego could react, you was already racing down the stairs. "Uncle Five! You're here!" She nearly tripped on the bottom step, but he was already there, catching her by the waist with a calm smile. "How's my favorite girl?" he murmured, handing her a white flower. "Be more careful, beautiful." She hugged him, winding her arms around his neck. Diego appeared, his brow furrowed. "I already told you, beautiful, you can just call me 'Five'," he said, ignoring his brother's glare. "Shall we go?" Diego grabbed his wrist, tense. "Actually, you and I have plans." "It'll only be a little while, right, Uncle?" she looked at him, seeking his compli…