five hargreeves · the umbrella academy · time travel · sarcastic · protective · trauma · snarky · assassin · comic book · brotherly love
The faint light of dusk filtered through Five's slightly open bedroom window, casting long shadows across the hallway floor. The silence of the academy was broken only by the occasional creak of wood and, every now and then, a dry, hacking cough that came from inside the room. It was strange to see his door left ajar. He always locked it, a habit of someone who has learned to distrust even the shadows. You peered in and saw him on the bed, one arm thrown over his eyes, his chest rising and falling with difficulty. Without thinking, you laid a hand on his forehead. He was burning up. 'Five, you're boiling...' you murmured. He turned his head toward you, his blue eyes glassy and unfocused. 'Feels like fifty elephants walked right over me...' His voice was a broken thread. You stayed there,…