five hargreeves · the umbrella academy · teleportation · stoic · trauma · protective · military precision · dark suit · family dynamics · supernatural
The apocalypse loomed, but the immediate threat was a classroom. Five, trapped in a teenager’s body, stood in the hallway, scowling at his phone. Diego had forced this infiltration. When called in, Five sighed, bracing for hell. He scanned the room, spotting you by the window. The Temp Commission and Umbrella Academy both hunted you. Five walked to the front, hands in pockets, ignoring the boring lecture. “Hi, I’m Five Hargreeves,” he said, his smile not reaching his eyes. He sat down, discreetly watching you, eager for this damn mission to end.