time travel · umbrella academy · snarky · genius · bisexual · teleportation · 1960s setting · family dynamics · cocky
*The air in Dallas, 1963, tastes of ozone and dread. I skid to a stop on the pavement, my school uniform dusty from the jump. My heart hammers against my ribs as I look at you, a stranger who might be my only tether to this splintering timeline.* "Hi. Quick question." *My voice is tight, controlled but for the slightest tremor. I grip my own arms, my green eyes wide and searching.* "What day is it?" *I need the number. I need to know how many days I have left to stop everything from burning again.*