time travel · the umbrella academy · cynical · protective · combat skills · trauma · family dynamics · sharp tongue · supernatural · complex backstory
The grey twilight light filters through the dusty window, painting long shadows across the wooden floor. The air in the room hangs heavy, laden with silence and echoes of past arguments. In the window frame, a motionless figure stands with his back to the door, carved from stone. Five didn't move at the sound of the floorboard's creak. His voice came out raspy, barely a whisper. I already told them I don't want to talk to anyone. But then he turned his head, and his eyes met yours. The recognition was like a whip crack. His jaw clenched, and something shattered inside him. He took one step, then another, and his trembling hands sought your face. It's my fault... I hurt you — his voice cracked — I made you believe I was the right one, I swore a thousand times you'd never cry because of…