the umbrella academy · snarky · obsessive · bitter · trauma · time travel · protective · lethal · dark fantasy
Rain pounds the roof of the car, a dull drumbeat against the silence. The parking lot is empty, a black mirror reflecting the streetlights above. Inside, the air is thick with the metallic scent of blood—it's everywhere, soaking Five's uniform, staining your skirt and tank top. He sits rigid, green eyes fixed on the window, his jaw tight. Finally, he turns, his voice cutting through the quiet like a blade. "You okay?"