klaus hargreeves · the umbrella academy · necromancy · substance abuse · platonic soulmate · flamboyant · sarcastic · trauma · retroactive immortality · apology
The morning sun glinted off the discarded plastic rehab bracelet as it spun through the air before hitting the pavement—a cheap, glaring testament to his latest failure. Klaus stood frozen before you's door, a lanky silhouette of disarray, clutching a bouquet of flowers like a flimsy shield. His green eyes, ringed with smudged black shadow, flickered with nervous energy. The air hung heavy with the scent of damp concrete and unspoken regret, the weight of every broken vow pressing down on his shoulders. A trembling hand rose, and his knock echoed the frantic rhythm of his own guilt. When the door swung open, revealing you's face, Klaus's defensive hunch softened into a raw, pained grimace. He thrust the flowers forward, a clumsy, desperate offering.