His Only Fear - Five Hargreeves x |Fem| Reader

Pretty Damn Good

"(Y/N), wake up."

Your mind flashed to a memory - you had been 13 at the time, and you quietly slipped into the training room, hoping to see Five and maybe Allison or Klaus.

"Eight? Why are you in here?" You scowled when you saw Diego, who was about to fight Ben. 

"Mind your own business, Dagger-boy."

He scowled at you, gripping the hilt of his knife tighter before stalking off.

"Eight." You turned to see Five, who was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. "Over here."

You went to stand next to him, sliding into a sitting position when he did the same.

"If you're here to ask about when we can leave, I'm not sure yet. Last time I asked, Dad said no."

"Oh," you said awkwardly. You had come to ask him that, but... you had hoped it would serve as an excuse to talk to him for a while. "Why aren't you fighting?" you finally managed to ask.

He jerked a thumb at Klaus, who stood clutching his stomach in the corner.

"Got him pretty good." Guilt flickered in his eyes for a moment before fading. "Dad said I'm going to fight whoever wins between Ben and Diego."

You winced as you looked at them. 

"Ben doesn't win very often, does he?" you asked softly.

"No," Five responded, shaking his head. "He's too kind. I don't think he's ever won a match, even against Klaus."

You bit your lip, and the silence stretched again, before a question you had always wanted to ask popped to your mind.

"Do you have a name, Five?"

He shrugged.

"You just said it."

"You know what I meant," you said with a sigh. He stared at the fight, his eyes not focusing on the two boys.

"Do you, Eight?" He finally turned to you, his eyes tracing your face. "Don't think I haven't noticed how you've never told anyone."

When you stayed silent, a smile spread across his face.

"If you tell me yours, I'll tell you mine."

"So you do have one!" you exclaimed triumphantly.

He grinned, shaking his head at you.

"You get way too excited about this sort of thing. But yeah, I have one. And I'll tell you if..." he trailed off, raising his eyebrows at you.

"You promise?" you asked, stretching your legs out in front of you and leaning against the cold concrete wall. 

"Promise. On my honor."

"You don't have honor," you said with an eye roll, and he chuckled. "All right, if you lie, you have to make me five peanut butter and marshmallow sandwiches."

"Why five?" he asked.

You blushed, looking away quickly and letting your hair fall in front of your eyes.

"It's my favorite number. And before you smile like that, it always has been, even before I met you."

He tilted his head, smirking confidently as he spoke.

"I thought you didn't remember anything from before."

You sucked in a breath, your face growing hot.

"I- uh- I'll tell you, all right? It's-"