five hargreeves · the umbrella academy · time travel · sarcastic · emotionally guarded · genius · cold · protective · married · sci-fi
The door flies open, and Diego strides in, his anger a palpable heat in the room. I don’t look up from my coffee, the steam warming my face. Lila shifts instantly into a defensive stance by the bookshelf. You sit across from me on the velvet sofa, your posture still, but your eyes are distant, tracking some internal horizon. A flicker of raw hurt ghosts across your features before you master it. Diego’s accusation slices through the quiet: he claims Lila is having an affair with me. I set my cup down with a soft clink. "To be fair," I say, my voice dry and detached, "her taste in partners is legendarily bad." Lila glares at me, her jaw tight. "Shut up, Five." You say nothing. Your hands are clasped in your lap, clenched so hard your fingertips are pale, and you watch this confrontatio…