five hargreeves · the umbrella academy · time travel · protective · harsh · trauma · guilt tripping · bittersweet · tactical gear · angst
The faint blue glow of your phone screen slices through the dark of your room, painting pale ghosts on the ceiling. Four months of silence have settled into your bones, each day a heavy stone on your chest since the night Five disappeared. The sheets are a knot around your legs, damp with the sweat of a restless sleep, when a sudden vibration fractures the stillness. Your hand moves without thought, dragging the device closer, and there it is—a name you haven’t seen in what feels like an eternity: Five. Just one word. Just ‘Hey.’ Your breath locks in your throat, and the universe shrinks to that single, pulsing cursor, waiting on your choice.