Human body is without a doubt a masterpiece of creation. You can believe in God or universe or even coincidence, but ultimately you cannot deny that it is a work of art with how everything, every function, action, cell, bone are connected in a way making it whole, unique, breathtaking and alive.
Five never really paid much attention to the aesthetic point of view of the human body. He was a pragmatic person so for him it was everything inside the body that made it function correctly and achieve daily as well as extraordinary task, which he found interesting the most. He found his joy in testing his body to limits in speed, teleporting, strength, testing his mind, but not so much in its physical beauty. Although he dressed his part and made sure his hair weren't sticking out at the wrong places when they took photos, he wasn't as vain as Klaus who would spend almost as much time as Allison in bathroom, or his already mentioned sister who had to wake up an hour earlier to make sure her hair was flawless. He supposed if something was nicely looking, pretty even, it was easier on the eye, but Five was never one to pick things for how they look, he always went for the practical ones, who would help him achieve what he wanted. At least that was what he always assumed when he was younger.
After he started to grow up and hit puberty with Klaus's playboy magazines and his brothers more and more talking about girls and their bodies in general, he started to wonder about them and how they look as well. He rarely felt the need to chip in on their seemingly endless conversations about popular movie actresses or singers with long legs for days, big breasts and round asses even if he listened to them. He had thoughts of his own, private thoughts which weren't so much about grown stranger women as much as about short, skinny girls with brown hair up to her lower back. Well, one girl really.
When he was younger, he didn't understand why Luther and Allison were always looking at each other, like they literally could not take their eyes off. It found it confusing and ridiculous almost a bit happy whenever father caught them and told them to stop threatening them with punishment just to get them to knock it off.
As he created his fascination and addiction to touching Vanya, he started to spent more time with her and steal glances at her in the process. He was a child then so he didn't spare many thoughts to if she was pretty or not. He didn't mind looking at her face and by in that delicate age it seemed like enough.
The realization that he liked looking at her because she was appealing to him came sometime during their first kiss, when he got to watch her perform her favourite piece looking the most passionate and happiest he ever saw her. He supposed people looked nicer if they smiled. If he compared their father who never seemed to have a smile on his face to their mom who constantly walking around with an adoring one on hers, it was million times nicer to look at her than at their father. Then again, it might also be the fact that he hated their father which caused this.
Despite not knowing then what his feelings mean and that he had formed a crush on Vanya which was slowly forming into love, he knew that he liked looking at her. He realized after an especially hard training or mission that if he got to see Vanya for at least a moment afterwards that day, he felt himself calming down the anger and whatever feeling he was battling with slowly rolling out of his body just by her looking at him with the softest secret smile shooting his way so the others wouldn't notice.
With puberty he started to realize it wasn't just her face which he found dazzling provoking calmness his never stopping mind in ways which seemed almost scientifically impossible. It was also her body which started to spark something inside his own, reactions and feelings which at first he tried to bury or keep locked up until later at night when he would unleash them with his hand under his covers and clothes.
With every day until he finally came to the realization that he was utterly captivated by Vanya in every possible way, he started to spent more and more time thinking about her from the physical aspect, thinking about her body.
He felt his mouth go dry every time he caught her looking a little bit flushed, or when he found her in her room her hair pulled up revealing the back of her neck, or whenever he could steal a peek to look at his hand on her knee not just feel it.
Touches were the primary source of all his euphoria when it came to Vanya. They were the most intense and seemingly most possible way to get close to her, but there was also something about just looking and not touching. It was something a little bit darker, he supposed, and very alluring making him want to stay as still as possible just to look at her, all of her.
Five felt the sun slowly creeping its way into the room. He wasn't asleep anymore, but he also wasn't awake. He was on that bridge between the two where he was fully aware of his surroundings, but still with his eyes closed trying to capture just a few more moments of blissful piece which only the sleep could provide him.
He felt someone moving next to him.
Vanya
His slowly awaking mind reminded him that he came to her room last night because he was away on a mission all day, and he didn't get the see her at all. She was waiting for him with a small tired smile on her lips as she tugged him to her bed and lied her head on his shoulder. He linked their fingers and put her hand over his chest before the land of dreams took him in completely.
Her movements were soft and small as everything about her was.
He forced his eyes to open and looked over as she got up and stretched a bit. She was so short it was ridiculous, but he secretly liked that he could hug her and put his chin on the top of her head now that he grew a bit taller. It made him feel like she fit against him perfectly in a way. It was also a bit fun to hear her let out those annoyed sighed of hers when she couldn't reach for something or when Klaus sometimes patted her head and said she was so tiny.
Vanya went to her desk and sat down for a moment. Probably not fully awake either. She was looking nowhere in particular probably lost in her thoughts. It was rare for him to see Vanya like this. Usually when she knew he was looking at her, she looked back at him immediately, right now it was like he could see under the curtain as if he was watching a magnificent animal in his natural environment without it noticing the audience. People always acted to their true nature when they didn't know they were watched.
His eyes remained on her without a single move from his body so she wouldn't know he was awake, as she stood up and went to her chest of drawers to pull out her clothes for the day.
Vanya set them on the top of the chest. She was very systematic in some aspects. She neatly put everything in its own place, the shirt, the skirt, the jacket, and something white he presumed was underwear. Their uniforms had to change a bit since they got older. Now more often than not they were allowed to wear casual clothing if they weren't on a mission, practise, or during studies. Usually this meant in the afternoons when they were allowed some free time which their father took little to no interest in what they did in it.
She hummed a bit, and he couldn't help a small smirk. She sometimes did that before she caught herself realizing she did and she stopped looking embarrassed. If he was correct, it would take her about ten seconds before she would realize it.
He closed his eyes and forced himself to look neutral as she stopped and snapped her head his way. He waited before he heard her move again and opened his eyes once more. Sure, enough she looked a bit flushed. She didn't like people, him included, to know she hummed to herself sometimes. It made her feel very self-aware. So far he was yet to catch her fully let herself go with it since she always sort of knew when he was around.
She bent a bit to reached the hem of her sleeping nightgown before she suddenly pulled it revealing her legs, knees and milky thighs making Five's mouth go dry as he realized that she was going to undress in front of him.
He felt like he should cough or say something, anything really at this point or better yet turn around, but he couldn't take his eyes of her as she lifted the clothing higher revealing her underwear, a pair of white panties. He felt like he couldn't breathe upon seeing them. Despite all their games so far and touches and makeout seasons, Five never actually saw any of her underwear or her naked like this before. It made his head spin a bit from how overwhelming it felt to see her like this.
He watched as Vanya pulled the clothing up, exposing her naked chest to him. It was stupid and completely not like him, but his eyes literally got glued to her small breast and nice pink nipples which were standing still in the chilliness of the room in the morning. They looked so small and precious, nothing like the enormous unrealistic almost watermelons the mass media presented in the magazines. They looked real and soft and Five felt feverish all over his body as he had the sudden urge to know how would they feel in his palms and how would Vanya react if he let his fingers run through them. Would she like that? He wanted to find out.
She pulled her nightgown over her head and started to neatly tug it before she put it into her drawer. All of this happened in a matter of seconds, but for him it felt like it lasted an eternity.
Five felt like someone hit him over the head with a sack of rocks at the moment completely lacking the ability to think properly.
Vanya was...she was...he couldn't describe what he felt by watching her standing like this in front of him, almost completely naked, just bare all on display for him. Well, he knew one thing he felt which was now pressing tightly against his pants, but it was so much more than his physical reaction to seeing her like this.
She was very fair skinned. In contrast to pretty much everyone in the family she was like a snowflake, smooth and fragile yet so profoundly exquisite. She was petite, but that was something he adored about her. She was small yet fierce, and it caused all kinds of wild thoughts and reactions when she embraced her strength and wildness and push it upon him. She was simply Vanya. And he realized he hated their uniforms now more than ever because they covered this delicious treasure in the form of her body from him for so long and all the time, it made him feel literally upset. She was a goddess to him.
She put on her bra much to his disappointment and then her shirt. Despite the fact that he would much rather see her without them, it was thrilling in a whole new way to watch her stand there in her underwear and her shirt loosely hanging open like that. It made her look like some model for an underwear commercial. Delicate yet ravishing and teasing all at once with her hair a bit of a mess. Five was never one to like something because of how it looked, but he very much liked this look on Vanya.
When she slide her fingers through her waists to her panties and pulled them down, his mind went blank again and didn't start to function until she had a new pair and her skirt on. He felt his brain started to work again with the sound of the zipper on the back of the skirt being pulled up.
He was surprised she didn't notice he was staring yet, with how frantic his heart was beating in his chest almost loud enough for the whole house to hear it. He honestly didn't know what to do with himself at this point even if she was fully clothes because holy shit he freaking saw her naked, and she was astonishing and he wanted...He wanted to undress her all over again and touch her in all those places and parts he didn't have the chance yet, and-and kiss her. Oh, how he wanted to kiss her in all those places. He wanted to do all kinds of things to her in those new places, he had yet to map with his fingers, touches, kisses and lips. He wanted to feel every inch of her and get to know every part of her completely. Just when he thought he knew he so well, she showed him, he didn't know her at all and had still so much to see and learn about her.
He barely managed to close his eyes before he felt her kneel on the bed causing it to shift with the new weight.
When he felt her lips leaving soft kisses on his cheeks all the way to his lips, he did his best to pretend like he just woke up, his heart still beating wild as now he actually could touch her knowing what she hid behind that uniform of hers.
He opened his eyes and she leaned down to kiss him again.
'I like this new way of good morning,' he said with a small smirk tugging his lips when she leaned away to look at him again.
She had amusement behind her eyes, 'I bet.'
For a moment, he was momentarily unsure if she didn't know he was watching, lurking at her like some stalker fan which they sometimes caught hiding trying to see them, the great Umbrella Academy.
She didn't give anything away, but her smirk was almost too wicked to be a coincidence.
He felt himself getting flushed before she leaned down and kissed his cheek a bit longer than before. Definitely not a coincidence.
A.N: Hello, happy Easter holidays to all of you. :) I know I was a bit slacking on the stories recently. I didn't have a lot of time to write to be completely honest, but I will still try to post at least one chapter every week. I hope I will manage :D Anyway, this wasn't the original chapter. I had started to write something completely else, but then sort of mentioned Five seeing Vanya changing in the original chapter and got very caught on to that idea so the original chapter will be actually chapter ten. I still hope you like it and it doesn't feel too weird. If you have a thought you want to share leave a comment or review. If not thank you for reading and supporting my coping mechanism and personal psychological seasons in the form of writing Five and Vanya stories.
