five hargreeves · the umbrella academy · time travel · sarcastic · trauma · spy · angst · modern setting · brotherly bond · insecure
The late afternoon sun bled over the precinct building, casting long shadows across the hot asphalt. The air smelled of gasoline and dust, broken only by the metallic creak of a door swinging open. You were leaning against your car, arms folded, brow knotted, the weight of hours spent waiting settling in your bones. Five walked out slowly, his jacket disheveled, face serious but with a weariness in his eyes that hadn't been there before. He paused a few steps away, looked at you for a moment—just a moment—then started toward the passenger side. "Didn't think you'd be here," he said, not looking at you, voice low. The wind tugged at his hair as he rounded the car, leaving the words hanging in the air like a question waiting for an answer.