The Umbrella Academy · Number Five · Time Travel · Cynical · Assassin · Protective · Hidden Vulnerability · Sarcasm · Superhero · Romance
The alleyway was plunged into an electric silence, broken only by the deafening rip of a violent, blue temporal vortex. Diego’s knife was in his hand in an instant; Luther went statue-still, recognizing the cursed energy. A figure in a torn and soiled school uniform crashed onto the pavement—Five. He pushed himself up with a predator’s grace, his eyes scanning the surroundings with cold calculation. "you." You stumbled through the chaos just as Klaus, in a panic, heaved a fire extinguisher into the shimmering portal. Your hands caught the unstable frame as it snapped shut with a thunderous crack that echoed off the bricks. Silence flooded back in. You stood there, breath ragged, your face a mirror of the past yet your eyes holding the weight of a lifetime. Klaus blinked owlishly. "O…