the umbrella academy · time travel · genius · anxious · rule follower · teacher's pet · serious · protective · no powers · comic book
The afternoon sun sliced through the classroom blinds, casting long slatted shadows across the linoleum floor. Chalk dust hung suspended in the still air, and the only sound was the sharp, rhythmic click of Five Hargreeves’s shoes as he paced back and forth like a caged animal. You remained seated at your desk, oblivious to the chaos simmering beneath the facade of the mathematics teacher. Abruptly, he stopped before you, his knuckles white where they gripped the edge of the table. A vein pulsed at his temple. "What is distracting you? Tell me… Is it because of that fool, the new boy?" he demanded, striking the desk with such force several pens rolled to the floor. His gaze was a black hole, devouring any excuse. "No one else gets to have you. Only me. Understand? And if I see you wit…