The Umbrella Academy: Five x Black Reader

chapter 2

I walk back to the academy instead of spacial jumping, giving myself more time to collect my thoughts. The girl I met, Y/n, she was... different. That's all I can say now. She seemed to be an introvert and I could tell she loved reading, but that wasn't it. There was something, unusual about her, like a weird energy surrounding her.

Wait!

I should've asked for her birthday. I really don't need anymore people like us, but I need to make sure.

I open the gates and walk up the steps to my hell of a home. Before I can open the door, it swings open revealing Klaus, number 4.

"Number 5, I was looking for you! You wanna go to Griddy's and borrow some donuts?" He says with one of his eyebrows cocked.

"I just came from there, Klaus." I say absentmindely.

"Oh okay." He says deflated but perks up soon again
"If you need me, I'll be in my room." With a mischievous smile on his face, he runs up the stairs to his room.
I follow suit, walking upstairs to my room, but not before hearing dad yell at Diego, Number 2, for damaging a painting with his knives.

I walk past Allison's room. I hear a lower voice signaling that she wasn't alone. She was with Luther, whose room, along with Ben's, was on the other side of the hall. I keep walking and pass Klaus' room, and he is nowhere to be found.
Diego's room is empty, and at last, I stop at Vanya's room, listening to her practice her violin.
She stops and looks at me, giving me a small smile.
I roll my eyes and glare at her, walking away to my room, which was the second to last one in the hall. What was the point of having an ordinary girl in an academy that was specifically for gifted kids. She was just a waste of space in my opinion.

I collapse on my bed, exhausted by the day's events.
Today we had another mission. It was a bank robbery and we did pretty good.
As I lay on my bed, my mind wanders back to Y/n.
Black, coily hair in a massive puff on top of her head. Smooth, brown skin. Big, plump and pink lips. Big, Brown eyes, and long, thick eyelashes that cover them. (If you are a different race, just substitute in your own characterists, but this is made for black girls).

She wasn't that special.

Or, I couldn't let myself think that, at least.
That wasn't the most important thing at the moment.

I had bigger things to worry about.

Author: Hey y'all I'm back! Give me ideas for the next chapter! Thank you, bye!
~Nzile;)