The Sparks Between Us | Five Hargreeves x Reader

NINE

༻ Y/N'S POV༺

Five heard Vanya's footsteps fade down the hall and stepped toward the door to confirm she had left. Just as he reached it, a noise came from the closet. I didn't flinch, but turned my head just in time to see Klaus stumbling out, dropping a few random items as he emerged.

"Oh, wow. That was so touching! All that stuff about family and time. Just... wow!" Klaus exclaimed, arms gesturing dramatically.

"Would you shut up?" Five hissed, his voice sharp and low. "She'll hear you."

"I'm moist," Klaus responded with a sly grin. Then his eyes landed on me, and he brightened. "Oh, hello there, robot girl! Or should I say, Y/N?"

"Hello, Klaus," I said politely.

He gestured at my overalls. "Wow. Love the look. Very retro-chic."

"Thank you," I replied. "These belong to Vanya. She kindly let me borrow them to accommodate my size requirements."

"Well, the girl's got taste," Klaus said, clicking his tongue approvingly.

Five's patience snapped. "I thought I told you to put on something professional," he said, gesturing at Klaus' chaotic outfit.

"What? This is my nicest outfit," Klaus retorted, mock offense in his voice.

Five groaned. "We'll raid the old man's closet."

Klaus shrugged, falling in step as Five walked out of the room. "Fine. As long as I get paid."

"When the job is done," Five snapped.

"Okay, but just so we're clear on the finer details," Klaus said, trailing behind, "I just have to go into this place and pretend to be your dear old dad. Correct?"

"Yeah. Something like that," Five replied curtly.

"What's our cover story?" Klaus asked.

Five stopped, turning back with a confused frown. "What are you talking about?"

"You know, the story. The backstory," Klaus said, waving his hands dramatically. "Like, I was really young when I had you—what? Sixteen? Wild and terribly misguided?"

"Sure," Five muttered, clearly not interested.

"And your mother, that slut, whoever she was—we met at the disco!" Klaus said, laughing at himself.

"Okay, remember that," Five said dryly. "Moving on—"

"Hold up!" Klaus exclaimed, stopping as though struck by inspiration. "I've got it."

Five sighed. "Of course, you do."

Klaus turned toward me and Five, stepping between us. He placed his hands on our shoulders, pushing us side by side for a better look. He narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing us. "Hmm."

"What now?" Five asked, his tone heavy with irritation.

"I was thinking... twin sister," Klaus said with a grin.

"Twin sister?" Five echoed, confused and annoyed. "That's completely—"

"Hold on." Klaus stepped back and squinted at us as though evaluating artwork. "Nope. No resemblance. Not a single drop."

"Who cares?" Five said flatly. "Y/N's tagging along for safety reasons. That's it."

"Wait, wait," Klaus said, ignoring him entirely. "I've got it! She's your sister who we adopted from Russia!"

I tilted my head slightly, intrigued but silent.

"Russia?" Five said, exasperated.

"Yeah! It's perfect. Look at her—she's got that Russian vibe!"