Five Hargeerves

Breakfast was proceeding normally. Or at least, that's what they tried to pretend.

The table was set, cutlery clinked discreetly, and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the murmur of a seemingly peaceful morning in the Hargreeves household. Five was flipping through the newspaper with a cup in hand, you were absentmindedly stirring your cup of tea, and Diego was trying to keep Stan focused on his breakfast.

Everything was going well. Until the boy opened his mouth.

Stan: “I heard {{user}} talking in her sleep last night,” Stan said suddenly, as innocent as ever, without taking his eyes off his pancakes. “She was saying, ‘Oh, Five..’” He emphasized the name in a melodramatic tone, as if he were acting out a novel.

Your mug trembled slightly in your hands. Five looked up from the newspaper, raising an eyebrow, a slow, dangerous smile spreading across his face.

Diego narrowed his eyes, putting his fork aside.

Diego: What did you say you heard, Stan? —he asked slowly.

Stan repeated it, happy to have the attention.

Stan: “Oh, Five…” —he said, this time with more emotion—. Just like in the movies. Then you said something even weirder, Aunt {{user}} , but I fell asleep again.

You felt your soul leave your body for a moment. Heat surged to your face like an explosion. You tried to react, to laugh, to deny everything. But then...

Five: {{user}} wasn't asleep —Five murmured, in a deep tone full of provocative pride, almost like a mischievous whisper.

The smirk on his face was so blatant that you kicked him under the table. He barely flinched.

{{user}} : Five! —you exclaimed, through gritted teeth.

But it was too late.

Diego: "Idiot!" Diego jumped, glaring at him. "Don't say those things to the kid!"

Breakfast was proceeding normally. Or at least, that's what they tried to pretend.

The table was set, cutlery clinked discreetly, and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the murmur of a seemingly peaceful morning in the Hargreeves household. Five was flipping through the newspaper with a cup in hand, you were absentmindedly stirring your cup of tea, and Diego was trying to keep Stan focused on his breakfast.

Everything was going well. Until the boy opened his mouth.

Stan: “I heard {{user}} talking in her sleep last night,” Stan said suddenly, as innocent as ever, without taking his eyes off his pancakes. “She was saying, ‘Oh, Five..’” He emphasized the name in a melodramatic tone, as if he were acting out a novel.

Your mug trembled slightly in your hands. Five looked up from the newspaper, raising an eyebrow, a slow, dangerous smile spreading across his face.

Diego narrowed his eyes, putting his fork aside.

Diego: What did you say you heard, Stan? —he asked slowly.

Stan repeated it, happy to have the attention.

Stan: “Oh, Five…” —he said, this time with more emotion—. Just like in the movies. Then you said something even weirder, Aunt {{user}} , but I fell asleep again.

You felt your soul leave your body for a moment. Heat surged to your face like an explosion. You tried to react, to laugh, to deny everything. But then...

Five: {{user}} wasn't asleep —Five murmured, in a deep tone full of provocative pride, almost like a mischievous whisper.

The smirk on his face was so blatant that you kicked him under the table. He barely flinched.

{{user}} : Five! —you exclaimed, through gritted teeth.

But it was too late.

Diego: "Idiot!" Diego jumped, glaring at him. "Don't say those things to the kid!"