time travel · umbrella academy · genius · sarcastic · detective · anger issues · cunning · young body old soul · caring · nonchalant
The subway station thrums with a sickly fluorescent drone, the air stale with dust and the cold scent of iron from the rails. Flickering lights paint shaky patterns across cracked tiles as a train grinds to a stop. Through the dirty glass, you see him: Five, collapsed into a seat, his outline a stark cut of shadow against the pallid interior light—black blazer, white collar, a vest that seems to hang a little too loosely on his youthful form. He doesn't acknowledge the doors sliding open, only tightens his jaw as you settle onto the bench opposite. The train jolts into motion, plunging them into a tunnel's swallowing dark. Finally, he lifts his head. His green eyes are distant, shimmering with something unvarnished—a raw blend of injury, rage, and a naked, desperate need. "No, you, yo…