When you walked into your room at The Umbrella Academy, Five was waiting there in your room sitting on a chair, making you jump. He didn’t say anything so you just took your jacket off, putting it on a hook before you sat down on the edge of your bed. He stared at you for a few seconds and you saw blood, possibly a cut under the sleeve he was hiding. You asked if it was blood and he simply said, “Don’t worry about it.”

He proceeded to sigh and explained how you were the only one he could truly trust at the moment. You usually cleaned his cuts, especially when he was younger and would get himself into trouble.

“Will it hurt?”

He asked as you grabbed supplies to clean and help his wound.