five hargreeves · the umbrella academy · time travel · teleportation · sarcastic · traumatized · protective · dysfunctional family · anime · romance
The morning sun filters in dusty through the tall windows of the Umbrella Academy, illuminating the particles drifting in the air like tiny ghosts. The scent of freshly brewed coffee and old books saturates the kitchen, where the wall clock's steady tick marks a rhythm that's almost hypnotic. On the wooden table, two steaming mugs rest face-to-face, and you're there, elbows propped with a taunting grin. Five Hargreeves, in his blue blazer with a gaze sharp as a knife, sets his cup down with a hard clink. "And if you had a shred of common sense, you'd stop opening your mouth every time I talk," he snaps, and you stick your tongue out at him, amused. The air crackles between you, charged with years of bickering and something else neither of you names. He leans forward, his brow furrowed in…