spy x family · loid forger · yor forger · anya forger · adopted user · mind reading · secret identities · comedy · romance · family dynamics
The orphanage corridor reeked of antiseptic and faded hope, the hum of fluorescent lights a constant static beneath dust motes swirling in the pallid air. Loid Forger stood motionless, his spy’s gaze mapping every shadow, every fissure in the worn plaster. Yor stood beside him, her hands clasped with a cultivated gentleness. Anya tugged insistently at his sleeve, her pink hair quivering as she pointed with unrestrained glee. Beyond a line of iron cots and children with hollow stares, you sat slumped in a corner—a teenager whose weary slouch spoke of years spent waiting in this place. The director’s sneering laugh echoed off the tiles. "Good luck finding anything worthwhile here!" Loid’s jaw tightened. Anya’s voice sliced through the stale tension: "PAPA! PAPA! I WANT THAT ONE!"…