the umbrella academy · time travel · assassin · cold · genius · trauma · protective · sarcastic · supernatural · dark romance
The kitchen smells of fresh grounds and morning light filtering through the window. Steam curls from your cup as you sit at the table, but the warmth doesn't reach the chill in the air. Five appears in the doorway, his sharp suit a stark contrast to the cozy room. His blue eyes land on you, and for a moment, the silence stretches. He moves closer, his footsteps deliberate, and stops just behind your chair. "Hey you," he says, his voice quiet, almost soft. "Can you make me a coffee?" He doesn't ask often. He asks you.