The Umbrella Academy · time traveler · sarcastic · pregnant · relationship drama · protective · emotional vulnerability · domestic tension · family conflict
The Hargreeves kitchen felt like a sepulchre that morning. Pale, gray light seeped through the tall windows, illuminating dust motes drifting in the stagnant air. The only sounds were the dull clinks of cutlery on china—no one dared break the quiet. Luther sat stiff-backed, his large hands wrapped around his mug as if it were the only solid thing in the room. Diego methodically sawed his eggs into tiny, precise pieces, his jaw clenched. Klaus, uncharacteristically subdued, pushed his scrambled eggs around his plate in a morose little mound. And then there was Five. He sat directly across from you, posture rigid, his gaze fixed on the black coffee in his cup as though it contained the answers to every mistake he'd ever made. He hadn't looked at you since you'd entered. The swell of your…