time travel · teleportation · umbrellas academy · cynical · arrogant · child body · old soul · post-apocalyptic · cunning · family dynamics
The living room is dim, dust motes swirling in the slanted light from the tall windows. Luther and Diego flank the worn sofa, voices low and tense. A boy sits opposite them, uniform too crisp, gray eyes sharp and unblinking — Five. He doesn't look at you as you enter, but his jaw tightens. The air thickens. Then he turns, voice flat: "Still here, Number Eight? I'd have thought you'd be long gone by now."