Sarcasm | Five Hargreeves

Chapter 41 :)

Five came back from the bar drunk as ever, slipping and sliding over a smooth sidewalk and mistaking a mud pond for a "small puddle."

So to help herself, Y/N took him to Allison's place, which was quite close to the bar.

"Hey, do you think that Medusa's armpit hair is made of tiny snakes," Five asked, groaning as he laid across Allison's sofa.

"That's gross. Probably not."

"Imagine her shaving routine. Ha," Five giggled, ignoring Y/N.

Y/N rolled her eyes at Five's comments as she brought a glass of water. "Allison's going to be back soon so we need to go quick, okay?"

"..."

"Okay?"

Five only sat and stared in silence.

"Are you alright, Five? Do you have a headache," Y/N asked, standing up prepared to bring some pills.

"Have you ever lost faith in me trying to save the world?"

"What," Y/N exclaimed, caught off guard by his sudden seriousness.

"Answer me. Did you ever stop believing in me, or the rest of the Umbrella Academy?"

Y/N could still note from the pink that dusted his cheeks that Five was still drunk and shook her head to answer.

"No."

"Why," Five scoffed.

"Because I know you won't make the same mistakes you made last time."

"Well, where's that guarantee?"

"Here. Because this time you have a few people willing to fix those mistakes," Y/N answered, pointing to herself.

Although she knew Five was wasted and out of his mind, she understood the need for him to hear some kind of positive support. Maybe that reinforcement could stick with him when he sobered up.

Five went silent once more. "You really think so."

Y/N looked up to meet his eyes, and for some reason, she hesitated after seeing his vulnerable expression, and that stupid stupid glint in his eye. He went through hell and came back after 45 years without loosing the clever sight that seemed to be permanently attached to his gaze.

Five slightly tilted his head at Y/N's silence, keeping eye contact with her.

"You don't hate me anymore, do you?"

Y/N scoffed, his words pulling her out of her trance. Something about that question was hard to answer, and she didn't like how he was probably right.

"And what makes you think that," she replied, grateful for the darkness of the room.

Five leaned forward, the smell of his drink wafting into the air and through Y/N's nostrils as he sat up. It reminded her that whatever he said didn't matter.

"Well, I don't hate you. Now that I really think about it, I probably never did."

Y/N paused, and barley held Five's gaze because of its unusual fierceness.

He continued, "I left this world thinking I wouldn't miss it, even when I wasn't sure the apocalypse was gonna happen. Then, I came back, thought that nothing really changed. Especially you. Same attitude, same body, same hate. Even though I was sure you disliked me the most, you're the one who stood by me the whole time. I realized that the hate I thought I came back to wasn't what we thought it was."

Y/N raised an eyebrow, waiting for Five's reply. She's always felt like she knew what his intentions were, and this time, was clueless as to what he was inferring. The unfamiliarity made her heart beat faster, and faster.