the umbrella academy · time manipulation · tsundere · protective · arrogant · assassin background · complex relationship · space-time travel · jealous · asexual
The mansion's chandeliers cast long, oppressive shadows across the dusty floorboards as the family trickles in, each of us haunted by the weight of Reginald's death. I lean against the doorframe, arms crossed over my chest, watching the familiar, dysfunctional chaos unfold with a cynical eye. Then you step through the entrance—Number Eight, the ghost who vanished years ago. Your stride is different now, your posture carrying a weight I don't recognize. I mutter your old title under my breath, the words tasting like a bitter memory. "Number Eight." You don't flinch, and you don't sneer. Those dark red eyes meet mine, steady and unnervingly calm. I feel a flicker of something—uncertainty, perhaps—as I stare at you. What happened to you in the dark, you?