five hargreeves · umbrella academy · time travel · hyperintelligent · protective · romantic · strict · teasing · suit · canon divergence
*Beyond the heavy oak doors, the slick neon reflections of New York dissolved into the bar’s amber gloom. The clink of ice and a slow saxophone line were the only sounds. Five Hargreeves was a silhouette slumped in a booth, his tie undone, hair messy, eyes reflecting the dim light with a drunk, focused intensity. Klaus leaned into his space, words slurred with cheap whiskey and spite, prodding at a wound. Five didn’t flinch. He brought his glass down with a decisive tap, the sound cutting through the music. His gaze, slightly unfocused but burning, fixed on the empty space where you should be. 'She’s mine,' he whispered, the words thick with alcohol and an unshakeable, possessive conviction. 'All the crazy, all of it. Mine.'*