THROUGH TIME & SPACE ★ FIVE HARGREEVES X READER

CH. XXVII

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NUMBER FIVE

"and i was darwin's prep school dream,
bred, born, and raised to kick your ass"

2019

AS A KID, (Y/N) USED to get confused on the immense differences between her hatred for her father and her admiration for Five's intelligence and creativity.

This time was no different.

Maybe, just maybe, if her father hadn't coincidentally passed just before the world was about to end, he could've formed some sort of better organisation than what the Hargreeves were working with now, as much as she hated to admit it.

As of now, half the family wasn't even aware of their impending doom, and the half that did were either off doing God-knows-what or were sitting in the same room as (Y/N). Meaning it was just Five.

Sitting across the room from the boy, who was working on another piece of work on her bedroom walls with a shortened piece of chalk in hand, she flipped through a leather-cased book with his handwriting scribbled all over the pages. Pages, pages, and pages of equations, that would've made her brain rot, were all carefully thought out and organised into a single notebook. A whole mathematician's life's work could fit in there and it was astounding to think that her best friend had done it all on his own.

Having blasted through the first 20 pages, she clapped the notebook shut. That was one hell of a brain refresher course.

She wasn't about to complain about it, though. Understanding how time worked was complicated enough. Calculating the probability of some freak miracle to save them all was even more difficult to comprehend.

(Y/N) looked up from the desk she was sat at to see what Five was doing. He hadn't bothered to take off his dirty shoes before stepping up on her bedsheets, face close up against the wall he was writing on. She'd have time to change them again... after they make it certain there was even a next week to clean them with.

She watched as Five looked to the wall beside him, making a mistake while his eyes moved away from what he was writing.

"Ba-ba-bap! You missed something there."

"Huh?"

Five felt the bed he was standing on dip a little, then his chalk being snatched out of his hand just as he was finishing off his work. (Y/N) nearly lost her balance as she jumped onto the bed, but steadied herself against the wall, chuckling. "You forgot to round down the probability of the equation just here... so you'd apply the angular frequency formula again, just like you did before, which brings us to..." she circled the last few digits and dragged a line over to a name list on the wall. "Greene."

When she turned back to Five, he wasn't at all looking at what she wrote. He probably had, but he wasn't now. Instead, he was staring right at her with a blank face.

"What are you looking at?" (Y/N) teased.

She felt someone poke her nose softly.

"Cuteness," he grinned.

"Wh⁠— pardon?"

"Just missed doing this with you. I only had one other person to help me in the apocalypse and that can do funny things to the mind."