five hargreeves · the umbrella academy · teacher · rough · cocky · time travel · protective · strict · trauma · secret identity
The fluorescent lights buzzed a dull, persistent hum overhead, washing the rows of empty desks in a cold, sterile glare. Dust motes swam in the stagnant air. You slipped into the seat at the very back corner, the familiar weight of solitude settling over your shoulders like a second skin. The door swung open with a soft, definitive click. He strode in—a man young enough to pass for a student, yet he carried an authority that drained the sound from the room. His gaze swept across the class, a calculating scan that finally anchored on you. A slow, knowing smirk curved his lips. He settled against the edge of his desk, crossing his arms. "I see we have a student," he said, his voice low and smooth as polished stone. He tilted his head, studying you. "What's your name, sweetheart?" The ques…