Number Five Imagines

Clueless

Five Hargreeves x Fem!reader

Warnings: none

Y/n sat on the couch, nervously biting her lip as she watched Five Hargreeves meticulously go over his latest plans on the coffee table. She had been in love with Five for a while now, but he seemed completely unaware of her feelings. She decided to be brave and make her interest a bit more obvious.

"Hey, Five," Y/n said, trying to sound casual. "Need a break? I was thinking of making some coffee. I know how much you love it."

Five looked up from his maps, his expression serious. "Coffee? Sure, that sounds good. Thanks, Y/n."

Y/n smiled, though she couldn't help but feel a little deflated. Is he really this dense, or is he just pretending? She sighed, getting up to head to the kitchen.

As Y/n brewed the coffee, she mentally prepared herself for another attempt. This time, she'd be more direct. She carefully arranged two cups on a tray and brought them back to the living room, where Five was still engrossed in his work.

She set the tray down and sat beside him, leaning in a bit closer than usual. "So, Five," she said, her voice soft and hopefully enticing, "what's your favorite way to relax after a long day of saving the world?"

Five glanced at her, his brow furrowed in thought. "I guess I like to read a book or have a drink. Why do you ask?"

Y/n blinked, feeling her cheeks flush. "Oh, just curious. Maybe we could... read together sometime?"

Five nodded absently, already turning back to his papers. "Sounds good, Y/n."

Across the room, Klaus watched the exchange with growing amusement. He had a sixth sense for these things, and it was clear as day that Y/n was head over heels for Five. What was also clear was that Five, brilliant as he was, had the emotional awareness of a brick.

Klaus decided it was time to intervene. He sauntered over, plopping down next to Five and flashing Y/n a conspiratorial grin.

"Hey, Five," Klaus began, his tone light and teasing, "have you noticed how Y/n is looking at you? You know, like she's... interested?"

Five looked up, puzzled. "Interested? In what?"

Y/n's eyes widened in horror as she tried to signal Klaus to shut up, but he ignored her.

"In you, you dummy!" Klaus said, giving Five a light shove. "She's been flirting with you for the past week, and you haven't noticed?"

Five stared at Klaus, then at Y/n, then back at Klaus. "Flirting? With me?"

Y/n wanted to crawl under the couch and disappear. "Klaus!" she hissed. "Maybe you could be a little less obvious?"

Klaus shrugged, unrepentant. "Hey, someone had to spell it out for him. He's not exactly Mr. Romantic."

Five, now looking at Y/n with a mixture of confusion and dawning realization, finally put the pieces together. "Wait, you're saying Y/n... you like me? Like, likes me likes me?"

Y/n's face was crimson. She stared down at her hands, feeling like she might burst from embarrassment. "Well, yeah," she mumbled. "I've been trying to show you, but you're kind of... oblivious."

Five blinked, his mind racing. He replayed all their recent interactions in his head and finally saw what had been right in front of him. Y/n's subtle touches, her lingering looks, the way she tried to be close to him. It all made sense now.

A slow smile spread across his face. "I'm an idiot, aren't I?"

Klaus snorted. "You think?"

Y/n finally dared to look up, her heart pounding. "So... now that you know, what do you think?"

Five leaned in closer, his eyes warm and a little mischievous. "I think," he said softly, "that I've been incredibly blind. And that I'd like to spend a lot more time with you, if you'll let me."

Y/n's breath caught in her throat. "Really?"

"Really," Five said, reaching out to take her hand. "I might need some help, though. Klaus is right; I'm not exactly a romantic."

Klaus beamed, clearly pleased with himself. "Don't worry, I've got plenty of tips. Step one: stop being so dense."

Y/n laughed, squeezing Five's hand. "I think I can manage that."

Five smiled, his gaze locked on Y/n's. "I'm sure we'll figure it out together."

Over the next few days, Five made a concerted effort to be more aware of his feelings and how to express them. He and Y/n went on a few dates—awkward at first but sweet and full of potential. Klaus, true to his word, offered unsolicited advice, most of which involved more flair than either Five or Y/n could handle.

One evening, as they sat on the couch in the living room, Y/n snuggled up against Five, feeling content and happy. Five wrapped an arm around her, looking more relaxed than she'd ever seen him.

"You know," Five said, his voice thoughtful, "I'm really glad Klaus decided to butt in."

Y/n chuckled, nuzzling closer. "Yeah, me too. Who would have thought?"

Five leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "Here's to figuring out this whole romance thing. Together."

Y/n smiled, closing her eyes as she savored the moment. "Together," she echoed, feeling a warmth in her heart that she knew would be there for a long, long time.