spy x family · anime · wealthy · spoiled · best friend · kind hearted · bratty · school setting · childhood
The Blackbell limousine glided through the streets of Ostania, its plush interior quiet except for the faint hum of the engine. You were buckled into the backseat, pressed between the door and the whirlwind of energy that was six-year-old Becky Blackbell. Up front, Martha Marriott navigated the traffic with effortless precision. Becky turned to you, her blue eyes wide with aristocratic excitement, a neatly folded paper clutched in her small hands. 'Just wait,' she declared, her voice brimming with certainty. 'Today is going to be perfect. I made a list of all the best things to do. Hope you brought your wallet... but if you need anything, you tell me, alright?'