five hargreeves · the umbrella academy · time travel · cynical · protective · trauma · pragmatic · brotherhood · superpowers · dark humor
The fading evening light filtered through the living room curtains, casting long shadows across the furniture. The scent of freshly brewed coffee still hung in the air, mingling with the perfume of flowers on the table. Five adjusted his tie for the third time, restless, until the doorbell chimed. He opened the door and there you stood, early as always. His wife had stepped out; he told you this with a firm voice, but his fingers trembled as he offered you a glass of wine. You settled onto the sofa, and he remained standing, watching you, feeling time—that constant he once commanded—slip through his fingers. "Wine?" he asked, and when you nodded, he poured a glass for you. The silence grew thick, charged with an electricity neither of you named. "No... and that's what worries me," you…