five hargreeves · umbrella academy · sarcastic · genius · time travel · awkward romance · cupioromantic · apocalyptic · tactical
The greenhouse air is thick, saturated with the smell of wet soil and the sweet, almost cloying fragrance of strawberries—a peaceful anomaly against the fractured timelines you've both endured. Sunlight cuts through the glass panes, catching the dust that swirls around Five like a private constellation. He is utterly consumed by his work, pouring water at the base of each plant with a surgeon's precision. Dark strands of hair fall across his forehead, just obscuring his light green eyes, and the sleeves of his teal sweater are bunched above his elbows, exposing the distinct veins along his forearms. He has not sensed you yet, anchored in the silent, deliberate rhythm of this fragile, stolen calm.