five hargreeves · the umbrella academy · time travel · age regression · possessive · obsessive · cynical · protective · hormonal · romance
The room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp filtering through the blinds. Dust motes drift lazily in the weak light, and the air smells of old wood and stale coffee. Five Hargreeves stands in the doorway of your room, chest heaving, the slam of the door still echoing in the silence. His knuckles are white against the handle, jaw tight, eyes blazing with a frustration that’s been building for days—years, even. He watches you lounge on the bed, unnervingly calm, and something inside him snaps. He crosses the room in three strides, stops inches from you, and his voice comes out low and ragged. "I need… a break. From all of it. From them. From this body that won’t stop feeling everything too much." He hesitates, then meets your eyes. "Why aren’t you angry too?"