The cold winter air mixed with the warmth from the heaters fogged up each window of the Academy, making it nearly impossible to see the cars on the street or the few people passing by on their way to work. They all looked like faint blobs, decorated in their winter attire, marching along the sidewalk. If one were to step outside at that very moment, their cheeks and nose would have instantly flushed a bright rosey color from the contrast of the frost-bitten air against their warm skin.
(Y/n) didn't mind this. She sat up in the twin sized bed and stretched her arms out in front of her, then over her head. Letting out a small yawn, she turned her attention to the clock hanging from the wall. 5:07. Hell no. It was Christmas break, and she wholeheartedly intended to rest up as much as she could. Especially if her father intended to leave her at the Hargreeves again for the fourth year in a row.
That's right, for the last three years before this one, it had been "buisness trip" this and "urgent meeting" that. (Y/n) was sick of it. Her father always insisted on taking her brother with him, saying it was imposrtant he learned the ropes if he was to ever follow in his footsteps, and (Y/n)'s mother was never allowed to take the poor girl abroad to attend her luxurious fashion shows or brand meetings with her.
C'mon, how hard was it to leave the kid at the hotel with a maid or simply stick her in the corner with a book or something? (Y/n) was a good kid, for the most part, and had no interest in listening to whatever her mother and the other adults discussed, so why couldn't she go with her?
(Y/n) was honestly starting to think there was no meetings.
She sighed and threw her head back down onto her pillow and pulled up the covers over her face. Reginald had Grace pick all of (Y/n)'s bedding out for the holiday season. On the cover of her blanked was a depiction of two snowmen in a forest with small animals scattered about. Her bedding had been her comfort, these three, now four, years.
It was constant: something that happened every year without fail. Whenever her father would drop her off at the Academy during December, she'd always find her bedding changed to that silly Christmas set. It was childish, but she enjoyed it. She liked to think of it as Reginald's way of trying to make her feel at home.
Just as she was about to melt back into her dreams, the quick sound of energy coming and going followed by the sound of someone's feet hitting the groud pulled her right back out. She sighed in irratation.
"Number Five, do you have any idea what time it is?"
Five drew back her covers to reveal a very angry (Y/n) glaring up at him. "You weren't sleeping anyways." He said with a coy smile.
"I was just about to. Go away, nerd, or I'll tell Luther you keep bothering me." (Y/n) scowled, rolling on her side and pulling the overs back over her shoulder.
"But it's boring being the only one awake." He whined.
"Thats too fucking bad, Five. Please, let me sleep."
Five walked over to the other side of the bed and flicked (Y/n)'s forehead. She let out a yelp in pain and smacked Five on the head.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT?" She groaned.
Five chuckled and ruffled (Y/n)'s already messy hair. "I just thought some early morning company could be nice."
"And you chose to bother me of all people?" (Y/n) raised her eyebrows, unamused.
"No one else was awake."
"HOW THE HELL DID YOU KNOW IF I WAS AWAKE?"
"Just a hunch." Five laughed, "Last year you kept waking up early and just walking around the halls like a ghost. Why'd you do that?"
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Wherever You Are (Umbrella Academy Five x Reader)
Fanfiction(Y/n) was one of the lucky 43 children mysteriously born on October 1, 1989. Her parents however, refused to give her up to Hargreeves, but her father still allowed him to train her. Things were going well for (Y/n), until a series of events leads t...
