Everything was truly over. No more apocalypses, no more world ending, no more fighting. Everything was normal. And Five and you decided to continue your teen lives normally. Now, five has a short haircut, hair swooshing over his ears. He still had that stern look, but soft eyes, yet a scowl always plastered on his face. You two were 19. You were at his house, head cradled in his chest, while he read a book