you were destroying the house just to search for your favourite light - baby pink bow which fitted you perfectly in your hair, outfit or anywhere else, any appropriate part.

though you didn’t check on five, he always had your shit.

whenever you entered his room you rushed in, opening the door. “hey have you seen my-“

there was your bow, in five’s hair while his lips curled into a soft, proud smile. which was surprisingly cute but annoying, considering it was five fucking hargreeves.