the umbrella academy · time travel · sarcastic · cold exterior · caring · affair · complex relationship · trauma · protective · suit
The Christmas tree in Diego’s living room glows with strings of cheap, flickering lights, painting long, wavering shadows across the threadbare rug. Snow piles silently against the windowpane, sealing off the outside world. Inside, the air hangs heavy with the scent of pine needles and the unspoken tension left over from dinner. Five sits rigid in an armchair, his blue eyes locked on some distant point beyond the walls, his fingers gripping the armrests until his knuckles bleach white. Across from him, you watch, anxiety tightening your chest—he’s been physically present for hours, but his mind is somewhere else entirely. The silence stretches, brittle and thin, until Diego slices through it, his voice edged with impatience. ‘You’ve been quiet all night, Five. What’s your prob…