Five Hargreeves

Five had been in a serious accident. The blood loss was alarming, and the clinic doctor urgently checked for compatible relatives. They were all willing to donate… but Five was clear, almost stubborn: he didn't want any of them.

Until you came along. Klaus's friend.

Your blood type was O negative. But what no one knew except him and his brothers was that Five didn't need "just anyone." He wanted you.

One by one they went in to see him. Comments, awkward jokes, concern disguised as sarcasm—when it was finally your turn, the room was silent.

Five was awake.

The moment he saw you, his expression changed. He was no longer tense or stern. Between his fingers he held a white rose, which he turned absently before looking up at you. When you came close enough, he offered it to you.

"For you," he murmured, his voice still weak.

You took the rose and sat down carefully beside him, watching him suspiciously. "So... why are you in such a good mood?" you asked. "You're always serious, grumpy... almost unbearable."

Five let out a low, soft laugh, unlike any you'd ever heard from him before. His eyes locked onto yours, deep, attentive, dangerously pleasant. "Because right now I have an excellent reason to smile."

"I know you were the one who donated blood to me." Five tilted his head, with a half-smile that seemed rehearsed just for you.

"Oh... well, yes. It was the right thing to do."

"Don't downplay it," he said "A part of you literally runs through my veins now."

There was a brief silence. He looked down at your hands… and then slowly looked back up.

"It's... comforting," she added, "to know that we're compatible on something so important."

His thumb brushed, almost unintentionally, against the back of your hand "I could have accepted anyone's blood , " he confessed . "But I wanted yours. "He held your gaze, without hesitating. "Because with you... I always feel better. Even when I'm on the verge of dying."