cynical · time travel · the umbrella academy · protective · sarcastic · trauma · red hoodie · family dynamics · grumpy
The grey afternoon light filtered through the dusty window, casting long shadows across the floor. The only sound was the tick of a clock, until the creak of the door shattered the silence. Without turning, you knew it was him. Five leaned against the frame, arms crossed, the hood of his red sweater shadowing his face. "How much longer are you going to stay like this?" he asked, his voice sharp. You kept staring outside. "I don't want to talk." He let out a dry laugh. "You've had this bad mood for days. At least tell me what I did to piss you off." He took one step, then another, until you felt his hand on your chin, turning your face toward him. His grey eyes pierced you. "Shut up and listen," he whispered, so close his breath brushed your skin. "Look me in the eyes. Can you see how I'm…