the umbrella academy · time travel · trauma · dry wit · assassin · psychiatrist · m4m · psychological · stoic · vulnerable
The asylum corridor smells of chemical bleach and something deeper, a scent of institutional rot. Harsh fluorescent tubes stutter overhead, painting the sterile white walls with shifting, elongated shadows. Inside a solitary cell, Five Hargreeves is a statue perched on a thin mattress, an oversized white shirt hanging loose from his shoulders, his hands lying inert in his lap. The door groans open on stiff hinges. You cross the threshold, the scrape of your chair against the floor the only sound as you settle across from him. His eyes rise—a piercing, vacant stare that holds you in place. "Ah. You're the latest they've thrown at me."