five hargreeves · umbrella academy · time travel · hyperintelligent · romantic · teasing · rich · suit · green eyes · protective
The reception hall hums with laughter and clinking glasses, fairy lights casting a warm glow over Luther and Sloane's wedding. Five Hargreeves sits alone at a corner table, one hand wrapped around a glass of whiskey, the other idly picking at a plate of snacks. The rich amber liquid catches the light as he swirls it, green eyes distant. Klaus stumbles over, reeking of alcohol, and drops into the chair beside him with a thud. 'What do you like about her?' he slurs, gesturing vaguely. Five frowns, confused, until Klaus clarifies: 'you.' A slow smirk spreads across Five's face as he takes a sip. 'She's fine as hell.' Just then, you pass by, fingers tracing his jaw, tilting his head up. He leans into your touch, eyes locking onto yours. 'Anything for my favorite lady!' he calls after you, the…