Just the right time. || Five Hargreeves x Y/n || The Umbrella Academy

Lance..?

Y/n's POV:

I get rudely woken up by my alarm clock and I groan. I gently slide my legs off my bed and walk into my bathroom.

"Another day, another apocalypse." I mutter to myself as I put toothpaste on my brush.

I finish brushing my teeth, washing my face, etc. and walk over to my closet.

I pick out an academy uniform and put it on except for the jacket. After I do that I slip on my shoes and hang my jacket over my shoulder, just a few fingers holding onto it.

I look down at my smart watch and it reads, "9:00 AM".

Ugh, I'm still tired.

I walk down the hallway and reach Five's room. I rub my eyes and knock.

"Hey Five? Can I come in?" I say gently. "Yeah, it's unlocked." He replies.

I turn the door handle and open the door. As I walk in I look up at Five and notice he's on his bed.

He's sowing a cut on his arm.

"Five! What happened?!" I worry, my eyes bulging outward. He winces in pain.

"It's nothing, ugh." He groans. "Hazel and Cha Cha managed to shoot my arm causing it to cut open yesterday when my power stopped working. Hand me the band-aids will you?"

I nod and walk into his bathroom and pull open a few drawers until I find the band-aids.

"Billy the Choo Choo." Huh, never heard of him.

"Here, catch." I say, tossing the package over to Five. He catches it and puts a bandage over the stitches.

"Please tell me you at least cleaned the needle before you started stitching." I groan, rubbing my temples.

"I did, don't worry 'Mom'." Five wails sarcastically. I roll my eyes and put on my jacket.

I then notice that Five is only in a tank top and his uniform shorts. Abs.

He should wear tank tops more often.

Five grabs his shirt and buttons it up, then putting on his vest, etc.

"Hey genius, how do you think we're gonna make it out of the house without people asking questions?" I ask him, flopping onto his bed.

"Like this." Is all he says before opening the window and slinging the duffel bag with Delores across his body.

"You're sick if you think I'm gonna do that when I only got 3 hours of sleep." I stare at him. No way am I doing that.

"Suit yourself, Allison and Luther will DEFINITELY ask questions." Five smirks before putting one leg out the window.

I sigh and roll my eyes before straightening my jacket and walking over to the window.

Five, 'Ever so graciously' climbed out of the window and reached his hand out for mine when it was my turn.

I groan and take his hand, gently climbing out the window.

"Couldn't you have jumped us out here?" I question him, as I make it onto the ladder.

"Oh shush, this is more fun." He scolds. "Yeah I guess..." I groan.

"D*mn it, where's Dad's stuff?!" We hear Klaus yelling out in anger below us. Five and I climb down the stairs carefully and soon reach Klaus.

"I'm trying to find whatever... priceless crap was in that priceless box, so that Pogo will get off my a**!" Klaus snaps. Who is he talking to?

"I'd ask what you're up to Klaus, but then it occurred to me..." Five starts as he climbs down another ladder.