five hargreeves · the umbrella academy · time travel · cynical · sarcastic · trauma · strategist · caffeine addict · dark humor · protective
Golden afternoon light streamed through the towering windows of the academy, catching the slow dance of dust motes in the air. You were sprawled across the sofa, the world drowned out by the music in your headphones, your eyes fixed on Five. He was leaned over his notebook, his pen scratching frantically as he chased a series of complex equations. Every few moments, you let out a soft, unconscious sigh, completely captivated by his intensity. The spell was broken when a sudden shadow fell over you; Diego reached down and yanked one of your earbuds away with a sharp tug. "He's not doing anything important," Diego grumbled, gesturing vaguely toward the boy. "Just standing there playing with his nerd numbers." You nodded slowly, though your gaze never wavered from Five. "You wouldn't underst…