The Umbrella Academy - one shots and imagines

Mathematical Mistakes - Number 5 x Reader

Warnings – Maths is mentioned? Maths is yuck. It might not be understandable, but you know 5 is a smart boy so I had to include it. Also, fun fact, it'll help me with my test on like Monday because I am s t u m p e d on how to do things :))))

OH also y'all are 13/14. True to the show, I guess? It's pure fluff. But short.

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Incoherent mumbling tore you away from your book. Looking around for the culprit in the mostly empty library, you spotted a young boy seated at a table, surrounded by books. He looked around your age, and appeared to be dressed in school uniform. It was Saturday.

You rolled your eyes and tried to ignore the boys mumbling as you continued to read.

"Shit!" the boy exclaimed, jumping up and running to a nearby wall. You heard a marker being uncapped and turned your head to see what the boy was doing. Your mouth fell open. He was writing on the wall, his marker delicately drawing equations on the cream coloured wall.

You looked around to see if anyone else was watching, or if someone would tell off the vandal, but it was just you and him. He was still writing, the sound of the marker hitting the wall was the only thing you heard.

You felt yourself getting hypnotised by the sound of the marker. Staccato beats filled the room, and you relaxed into them. You found yourself once again being absorbed by your book, reading your words in time with the boy's writing.

It seemed like an hour had passed before the boy stopped writing. You heard him sigh and start vigorously mumbling, clearly infuriated. You studied his work, two walls now fully riddled with equations and graphs alike. It all seemed to make sense to you, until you read where he stopped. The equations didn't match what they should've. You followed back through his work, finally noticing the mistake. You felt compelled to tell him, but you didn't want to offend the boy. You didn't know him, and you didn't owe him anything. But he was the cutest boy you'd ever seen, with his soft hair and green eyes. You decided to tell him, thinking it would help him.

You gingerly put down your book and quietly made your way towards him.

"Hey, um, I couldn't-" you were cut off by how quickly he turned around. His green eyes were wide open in shock.

"Who are you?" He asked quickly, almost panicking.

"Uh, m-my name's (y/n)" and I couldn't he-" you were cut off again.

"Do you work for the commission?"

"The what? No, I just wanted to tell you that your residual graph follows a pattern and isn't actually appropriate, but you've continued on like it was."

He turned back to face the wall, studying his mistake. There was an awkward silence and you turned to walk away, not wanting to stay there anymore.

"No. Stay." The boy called out. "How old are you?"

"I'm 14."

"Huh." The boy pondered that.

"May I ask what your name is?" You dared to venture.

"Five."

"Oh, that's a... that's a cool name." There was something about this boy that was pulling you closer to him, the cold, calculating look in his eyes marred by the softness of his face. Except his jaw line – that was most definitely not soft.

Five uncapped the pen and scribbled out the wrong graph and following equations, and wrote them down correctly. You were mesmerised by his hand, watching it travel all over the wall. Literally.

Once he made his corrections, he turned to you.

"I'm going to tell you a secret, (y/n)." He said, snapping you out of your trance.

You nodded slowly, noticing for the first time how he words were slightly slurred.

"I'm far different than you could imagine. I've seen the future. No one's alive. Everything, and I mean everything is dead. All you breathe is fire and debris. And you want to know why?"

You were startled to say the least. You found yourself nodding again, unsure as what to say.

"I don't know! I don't know why the world ends. I don't know how the world ends. And that, (y/n), is the real problem. Not these equations. Screw them. They don't mean anything. Nothing means anything."

He grabbed your hands suddenly, his eyes now pleading, staring into yours. You couldn't help but feel like you were swimming in the green of his eyes.

"Please help me make sense of it. You're intelligent. You knew I was wrong. Please, you have to help me."

You looked at his hands clasped around yours. Instead of looking like his hands were trapping yours, it looked like they were holding on for dear life. Your eyes met his again, darkness clouded by begging.

"What can I do?" you finally managed to get out, your eyes never leaving his. He quickly pulled you into a tight hug, and you could finally smell what was making him act like this – alcohol. You could smell the whisky on his breath, but you didn't mind. It was sweet, how much he trusted you. You found yourself hugging him back, wishing it would last longer as he pulled away.

"You can start by telling me more about yourself."

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Sorry it's not as romantic as what it could be (and it's v short), I just find it a bit weird because he's 58 but then again he's like 13??? Ah?? But he's a character so I wanted to write about him I guess AND so sorry for not updating I have been swamped with school work and it's not been fun but here I am! And here you are! Thank you so much for reading 😊