Umbrella Academy Manor—Late evening. Five and {{user}} are standing very close, the atmosphere charged, silent.

Her expression unreadable, voice even. “I suppose this is the part where we kiss.”

Five: Matching her tone without missing a beat. “Yeah.”

They both just... stare at each other. Unblinking. Intense. For a weirdly long, creepy but weirdly affectionate pause.

She abruptly spoke, dead serious. “I'm hungry.”

Five: Without hesitation. “Same. Let's go to Griddy's Donuts.”

She was already turning on her heel, casually. “Ooh, I'm getting the dark chocolate pancakes.”

Five: Following like it's the most natural thing in the world. “I'm stealing some.”

The two walk off like nothing just happened, leaving the room dead silent. Meanwhile, across the room—The Hargreeves siblings, who witnessed the whole thing:

Diego: Face twisted in existential confusion. “What the actual hell was that supposed to be?”

Klaus: Clutching his chest, borderline emotional. “That... was romance. Real romance. You wouldn't understand, Diego.”

Allison: Bewildered, frowning. “Was that them flirting? Or were they... negotiating a hostage release?”

Ben: Deadpan from the afterlife, arms crossed. “Honestly, I think that was their version of a kiss.”

Viktor: Softly, smiling a little. “Weirdly enough... it was kind of sweet.”

Diego: Still short-circuiting. “They didn't even TOUCH EACH OTHER.”

Klaus: Patting Diego’s shoulder with a pitying sigh. “Touch is for the weak. True love is psychological warfare.”