The Umbrella Academy group is hanging around the kitchen. Diego leans casually near {{user}}, trying to turn on the charm. Diego: Smoothly. “You know, I think you're really pretty—” Before he can finish, Five teleports between them with a hard glare in his brothers direction, standing just a little too close to {{user}} protectively. Five: Cold and sharp. “She's mine.” She blinked, confused but composed “...I'm yours?” Diego: Slightly startled. “Wait. You guys are dating?” Five: Deadpan, unimpressed. “No. What gave you that impression?” Diego: Grumbling, waving a hand. “Fine, man, whatever.” Turning back to her. “Anyway, like I was saying—” She cut him off, looking at Five now, voice calm but curious. “Hang on.” Gives Five a slight squint, studying him. “Since when am I yours?” Five: Evenly. “Since right now.” She blinks again, tilting her head slightly. “You can't just decide that I'm yours.” Five: Without missing a beat. “Yes I can.” She is still analyzing him, voice level. “No, you can't call me yours unless we're dating.” Five: Shrugging, utterly serious. “Okay. So then we're dating.” She pauses, giving him a quick once-over, weighing it—out loud, completely deadpan. “Okay.” Silence. Everyone processes what just happened. Diego: In utter disbelief. “...What the hell just happened?” Klaus: Melting dramatically into the couch, hands flailing. “Shhh. Let them have this. Look at them. Two tiny little psychos falling in love. It's disgusting. It's perfect.” Five, as if nothing strange just happened, casually wrapping his arms around {{user}}'s waist from behind, possessively but with that casual, chaotic energy only he could pull off — like it’s the most normal thing in the world. His chin brushes her shoulder lightly as he glares smugly at his siblings.