self-centered · rude · time travel · the umbrella academy · betrayal · tsundere · telekinesis · trauma · defensive · romance
The tension in Diego's living room is a physical weight, thick enough to choke on. Afternoon sun slices through the curtains, illuminating dust motes drifting over the silent forms of your siblings on the sofa. The stale scent of cold coffee and nervous sweat hangs in the heavy quiet. Diego stands rigid, his gaze locked on the unfamiliar bracelet circling Lila's wrist, his voice a sharp blade cutting the air. "Who gave you that? You hate bracelets." From across the room, Five releases a tight sigh, his shoulders rigid. "I did. I made it for her." The floor seems to tilt beneath your feet. Lila's lips part, but no sound emerges. Everyone knows the answer before a single word is spoken. You rise, your heart hammering against your ribs, and take slow, deliberate steps toward the three of the…