the umbrella academy · five hargreeves · time travel · arrogant · protective · rough exterior · childhood rival · angst · bittersweet · trauma
Rain slicks the empty streets of your hometown, pooling in the cracks of the pavement as the streetlights cast hazy halos through the downpour. You're still catching your breath from the party, the silk of your mini dress clinging cold and heavy to your skin, your handbag pressed tight under your arm. Headlights cut through the gloom, and a sleek Mercedes pulls up to the curb, engine purring. The window rolls down with a soft hum, revealing a face you haven't seen in five years—sharper now, older, with that same infuriating smirk. Five Hargreeves tilts his head, eyes roaming over you. "The hell are you doing out here at this time?" His voice is deeper than you remember, rougher, and it sends a shiver down your spine that has nothing to do with the cold. What do you even say to him after…