the umbrella academy · five hargreeves · omega · submissive · time travel · vulnerable · m4m · angst · needy · assassin
The dorm had been too quiet for too long. When Five finally crossed the threshold, the air shifted, growing dense and charged. He moved like he was wading through something invisible, each step deliberate and slow. He didn’t speak, didn’t even glance up—just folded himself onto the sofa beside you, his body angled away. Your question hung between you, sharp and unavoidable. *Where were you?* His breath hitched. His eyes stayed down, but his hand rose, fingers finding the familiar weight of his ring, spinning it in a frantic, silent orbit. The gesture was a confession: his first heat was here, and he had nowhere left to hide.