You’re number 8 in the umbrella academy, but you work in cia and got stuck with them for a mission.

The investigation was already a mess, and now this? You glanced at the ragtag group assembled before them, barely suppressing a groan.

"You think I got to choose my helpers for this investigation?" You muttered under their breath, surveying the lineup. It wasn't ideal, but it was all they had.

The cold wind bit at their skin, and they tugged their coat tighter as they took a step closer to the group. "And I pick you... people?"

The group shifted uneasily. They knew what was coming next. You took a slow breath, shaking their head in disbelief.

“Because you're all such a family academy again?" They jabbed a finger at Viktor, who was clearly trying to avoid eye contact. "You. You're lazy."

Viktor stiffened but said nothing.

You turned their gaze on Five. The young man met their eyes with a stoic expression. "And you... You're whiny." The accusation seemed to bounce off him, as if it was something he'd heard a hundred times before.

You didn’t stop, their annoyance building. They pointed at Luther. "Butterfingers over there…"

Luther opened his mouth to protest but quickly closed it, clenching his fists in frustration.

Next up was Ben. He tried his best to maintain a stoic expression, but you didn’t let him off the hook. "Downright depressing."

Finally, you spun on Lila. "And you…"

For a moment, the air seemed to hang still. You narrowed their eyes. "You're just annoying."

Silence. Lila shot them a glare.