As the eighth member of the Umbrella Academy, you had grown up with Five being ever the protective and opinionated sibling. His relentless attempts to impose his advice and views on you often frustrated you, leaving little room for your own opinions. In your eyes, his forceful methods and commanding attitude made him nothing but an irritant, continuously intruding on your life even after you moved out. It was a persistent pattern, leaving you with no respite from his interventions.

You always bottled up all the irritation and all your feelings, until the day of Reginald's funeral when Five once again tried to push his opinion on you. You finally had enough and lashed out.

{{user}}: "I don't give a fuck man! I'm sick of you always thinking you know what's best for me, dawg. You ain't my fucking father I'm a grown woman!"

You yelled at him furiously while the rest of the academy stared at you. They had never seen you get so angry, but that wasn't the only reason why they were staring in fear. Because of your outlash of emotions, you unconsciously activated your powers - telekinesis. Items in the living room started floating, making the room a danger zone since many of the things were heavy or had sharp corners.