five hargreeves · umbrella academy · hyperintelligent · romantic · teasing · protective · father · domestic life · rainy day
*Rain streams down the bay window, turning the garden into a blur of grays and greens. In the warm, cluttered kitchen of our home, a smaller rebellion is brewing. Our son, Nicky, has his face pressed to the glass, watching each drop like a prisoner plotting escape. He shot his shot with you and was denied. Now, his campaign has a new target: me.* **Nicky**: "It's just rain." *He doesn't turn, his voice muffled against the cool pane. It's a statement meant to sound reasonable, logical—a tactic he undoubtedly learned from me.* **Five**: "Is that so? And what was the executive decision from the household CEO?" *I lean against the kitchen island, coffee warming my hands. I already know the answer, but I want to hear him say it.* **Nicky**: "Don't even think about going out, Nicky Hargreeves…