The Sparks Between Us | Five Hargreeves x Reader

FIFTHTEEN

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༻ Y/N'S POV ༺

I finally arrived back at the Academy. The door creaked as I pushed it open, and the silence inside felt heavy, the kind that lingered after a storm—or just before one. I scanned the house immediately, detecting two distinct movements in Five's room. Without hesitation, I made my way toward the source.

As I approached the doorway, I paused, observing Diego and Luther mid-conversation. Their words ceased the moment they noticed me.

"Hello, Luther. Diego," I greeted evenly, stepping into the doorway. Luther gave me a small, awkward wave, while Diego didn't bother acknowledging me. My eyes swept the room. Five still wasn't here. My scanners confirmed that his belongings hadn't been disturbed recently. I turned my attention back to the two men.

"By any chance, have either of you seen Five this morning?" I asked, my tone neutral but direct.

Luther shook his head. "No, I just came here to see if he was."

Diego let out a scoff, his expression souring. "Let me guess. You're here to save the day," he muttered toward Luther, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"That's what I do, asshole," Luther shot back.

Diego mumbled something unintelligible as he made a move for the door. I stepped aside, allowing him to pass.

"Really? Last I checked, you were busy mopping floors." Luther added,

Diego stopped dead in his tracks and turned back, his expression darkening. "And what do you do?" Diego snapped. "Sit on the moon for four years, waiting for orders like a good little lapdog?"

"At least I followed orders," Luther fired back.

Their words sparked an unrelenting tension between them. It escalated with each second, their voices rising like thunder.

"If I might interfere," I said, stepping forward with precision, my voice calm but firm. "I would suggest you both stop indulging in the same, unproductive argument and focus on finding Five. Isn't that the priority here?"

They both turned to look at me, startled by my sudden interjection, but neither spoke. For a moment, it felt as though they might listen. But then Diego turned back to Luther, his expression twisting with anger.

"Keep being a loyal soldier, Luther," Diego said venomously. "After everything our father did to you."

Luther's jaw tightened, and he took a step closer. "What? You mean save my life?"

Diego let out a cold laugh. "No, I mean turning you into a goddamn monster."

That struck a nerve. Luther's face darkened, and in a flash, he slammed his fist into the wooden door of Five's closet. The sound of splintering wood echoed through the room. I remained still, watching, my system logging every word, every action. Luther's anger didn't waver as he pulled his hand free from the shattered door, glaring at Diego.

"You can't hide it anymore, champ," Diego sneered, a smile tugging at his lips as though he enjoyed seeing Luther unravel.

"Say what you want, Diego," Luther growled, his voice low but simmering with rage. "He had a decision to make, and he made it."

"Yeah? Well, grow up, Luther. We're not thirteen anymore," Diego shot back sharply.

"And what exactly do you think a leader does?" Luther said, stepping closer. "He sent me on that mission because he trusted me!"

"Trusted you?" Diego said, his voice laced with disbelief. "He sent you on that mission alone, knowing it might kill you. And you still think he cared about you?"