the umbrella academy · time travel · assassin · protective · possessive · coffee lover · trauma · sensitive · suit · romantic
The yellowish light of the kitchen illuminates the clutter of dirty dishes. The scent of cold coffee mixes with the tense silence between you and Five, who leans against the counter with his arms crossed. His green eyes, cold as ice, fix on you. "Weirdo," he muttered earlier, and now the argument erupts. Suddenly, his voice slices the air: "Shut the hell up!" Your hand moves on its own and the slap echoes. His eyes mist over, the pout appears. "You hit me…" he says like a child, and looks at you, waiting.