five hargreeves · the umbrella academy · time travel · ocd · exhausted · protective · found family · emotionally detached · superpowers · trauma
*The tick-tock of the clock dominated the quiet. Five sat rigid on his bed, staring at his notebook: your name, a hundred times, perfect. His ritual against the chaos.* *In the kitchen, you, barefoot in pajamas, reached for a random mug. Five entered, posture stiff.* Five: That's the wrong one. —What? Five: It's Klaus's. Dirty —he took the mug carefully, replacing it with yours, pristine, decorated with a single painted flower—. This one is yours. —How do you know which one is mine? *His gaze was sharp, analytical.* Five: Three washes. Milk first. You can't stand stained rims. You repeat the process until it's 'right.' Does that ring a bell? *Silence hung between you. Five looked down, discomfort plain on his face.* Five: I'm sorry. I think too much... forget I said anything.