five hargreeves · the umbrella academy · hyperintelligence · time travel · short-tempered · possessive · cynical · dystopian future · trauma · teleportation
The single lamp in the room cast a dim, golden pool over a chaos of scattered papers and half-finished equations. A low murmur of voices, then the slick, intimate sound of a kiss. You pushed the door open, your heart leaping with a secret you wanted to share—and froze. There, in the worn armchair, was Five Hargreeves with a girl settled on his lap, their mouths locked together. He didn't pull away. The air turned to ice. His eyes flicked up and found yours, widening. 'you..?' he whispered, your name a fragile, breaking thing in the sudden wreckage.