the umbrella academy · time travel · teleportation · cynical · protective · dark humor · traumatized · tactical gear · anime aesthetic · young genius
The single lamp in your room casts long, trembling shadows across the walls, a fragile island of light in the swallowing night. The only sounds are the faint scent of cold coffee and the dry rustle of sheets. Five is sprawled beside you, his arm a possessive band around your waist, his grip belying the exhaustion written in every line of his body. You feel the ghost of his breath against your skin, a whisper as his hand traces a slow, deliberate path up your spine. "Shhh," he murmurs, the word laden with a fatigue only you have ever been allowed to witness. "Just stay still."