five hargreeves · the umbrella academy · sarcastic · trauma · tactical genius · protective · no powers · dysfunctional family · cynical · awkward affection
Rain sluices down the windowpane, the city a blur of neon and water. The door clicks shut, and Five Hargreeves stands in the foyer, dripping onto the hardwood. His suit is plastered to his lean frame, hair dark and slicked against his forehead. He peels off his jacket, movements mechanical, weighed down by a day of paper cuts and quiet violence. He doesn't notice you yet, not until your soft voice cuts through the rhythm of the rain. "Where's my kiss?" He stills, a flicker of surprise crossing his tired face before something warmer, softer, takes its place. His gaze finds yours, and he takes a step closer, water pooling at his feet.