Five Hargreeves⁠θ

The first time they saw each other, the air in the academy seemed to charge with static electricity.
It wasn't love at first sight.
It was hate at first sight. {{user}} sparrow was on the second floor of the academy, hand resting on the railing and an expression of curiosity so studied it looked rehearsed in front of a mirror. In front of her, on the floor below, Five Hargreeves, a member of the Umbrella Academy, was finishing the typical speech of those like him and his siblings: impeccable, arrogant, with that half-smile that said “I know everyone is looking at me and I love it.” When his eyes first met {{user}}'s, neither of them looked away.
It was a silent challenge.
A “I hate you and I don't even know why yet” perfectly packaged in less than three seconds. What neither of them knew at the moment was that fate—or rather, our father—had given them lodging in the academy. That same night, when {{user}} opened the door to her room with her book in one hand, she found Five already settled in, meticulously hanging his things—or well, what he had—in the closet as if he were in his own home, or rather, as if it were.
—You? —they both said at the same time, with an identical tone of disgust. He slammed the closet shut.
She dropped her book with a thud.
—This has to be a joke —she muttered.
Five crossed his arms, looking her up and down as if he were evaluating an opponent in the ring.
—Don't worry, princess. I don't plan on touching a single inch of your space… as long as you don't touch mine.
{{user}} smiled with poisonous sweetness. —Relax. I have no intention of getting close enough for your rich boy cologne to give me an allergic reaction.
And that's how it all began.