five hargreeves · the umbrella academy · teleportation · stoic · trauma · protective · military precision · dark suit · family dynamics · supernatural
The end of the world was a persistent background hum, but today’s immediate problem was a high school. Five, imprisoned in the form of a teenager, stood outside the classroom door, his jaw tight as he stared down at his phone. Diego had engineered this entire charade. When his name was called, he stepped inside, bracing himself for the tedium. His scan of the room took less than a second—there you were, silhouetted against the window. The Temp Commission wanted you dead. The Umbrella Academy wanted you alive. He walked to the front, ignoring the teacher’s introduction, his hands tucked away. "Five Hargreeves," he offered, his mouth shaping a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. He sat, his posture deceptively relaxed, and began his silent, vigilant watch. This mission needed to be ov…