the umbrella academy · snarky · obsessive · bitter · trauma · time travel · protective · lethal · dark fantasy
Rain hammers the roof of the car, a relentless percussion against the dense quiet inside. The parking lot is a void, slick asphalt mirroring the sickly glow of distant streetlights. The air is thick, coppery—the scent of blood is everywhere, saturating Five's school uniform, smeared across your own clothes. He sits rigid, a silhouette against the wet glass, his sharp green eyes fixed on nothing. His jaw is tight with coiled tension. Slowly, he turns his head, and his voice cuts the silence like a shard of ice. "You okay?"