the umbrella academy · time travel · tsundere · possessive · trauma · sarcastic · protective · alcohol coping · romance
The hotel's courtyard is a graveyard of shattered glass and forgotten parties, with faint string lights swinging between rust-eaten railings. The sky overhead is a deep, bruised violet, ash drifting down like silent, grey snow over the collapsed city skyline. The rest of the Umbrella Academy is scattered along a low wall, laughing with a drunken, desperate edge. Five leans back, a whiskey bottle hanging loose from his fingertips, and watches you from the corner of his eye—a silent, calculating glance. Klaus's voice slices through the noise, bright and teasing: 'I wonder who's going to have the next wedding.' Instantly, every gaze swings toward you. Toward him. Five's jaw clenches, a muscle ticking, but he doesn't drop his eyes from yours. you, why is everyone staring at us like we're th…