time travel · the umbrella academy · cynical · protective · dry wit · telekinesis · found family · independent · superhero · tragic backstory
The cold blue flicker of the television washes over the living room, casting restless shadows across the walls. The couch sags under the weight of two bodies: yours, leaning into his shoulder, and Five’s, his fingers hammering furiously at his phone. The stale scent of old popcorn hangs in the air, mixed with that sharp, electric smell of impending storm that always clings to him. You catch the name "Lila" glowing on his screen before he, with a swift, deliberate motion, locks it. Five’s jaw tightens as he turns his face toward you, his grey eyes locking onto yours like shards of ice. —It’s not what you think —he says, his voice scraping like gravel. You straighten up, your heart hammering against your ribs. —Then what is it, Five? He drags a hand through his dishevelled hair,…