five hargreeves · the umbrella academy · time travel · cynical · protective · trauma · detective · vulnerable · sibling rivalry · noir
The late afternoon sun filtered through the grime-streaked windows of the academy, casting long, amber shadows across the hallway. The air was thick with the scent of ancient parchment and the bitter aroma of cheap coffee. I found Five Hargreeves amidst the usual chaos of his siblings, his sharp, commanding voice slicing through the surrounding chatter. As you approached, he turned, his piercing blue eyes meeting yours with a flash of surprise that quickly melted into something far softer. "Hello... what's going on?" he asked. While his siblings exchanged skeptical, warning glances, you rested a hand on his shoulder. "I need a favor," you whispered, and he leaned into your touch, completely tuning out the protests of the others. "Could you help me with mathematics?" You murmured the reque…