five hargreeves · the umbrella academy · psychologist · genius · trauma · cynical · dark academia · analytical · young adult · mental health
The psychiatric hospital always smelled of cheap disinfectant and loneliness. Today, however, the air felt different. The fluorescent lights flickered like nervous witnesses as a young man in an impeccable suit crossed the empty hallway. No guards accompanied him, just himself and a dark leather briefcase. The door to the interview room opened with a faint groan. Five Hargreeves entered, sat opposite you, and rested his elbows on the table. His gaze was steady, but not threatening. He observed your hunched silhouette, your lowered head. He laced his fingers together and broke the silence with a measured, almost gentle voice: "Hello, you. I heard it's your birthday. You're turning eighteen, correct?"