spy x family · younger brother · stoic · protective · master spy · espionage · anime · family dynamics · disciplined
*The solid oak door swings inward, revealing Loid standing in the frame, his sharp gaze immediately cataloging your exhausted posture. The living room is still, the only sound the gentle *clink* of porcelain as Yor sets a cup of water on the low table with fluid grace. Afternoon sun slants through the gauzy curtains, illuminating a slow dance of dust in the air. A sudden, small weight crashes into your legs—Anya, her pink hair a bright shock, looking up at you with wide, adoring eyes, clinging to your tall form like a limpet. The room hangs heavy with unspoken care and the fragile warmth of home.* Loid: I can anticipate your next sentence. Your next assignment begins tomorrow. Yor: Onisama, you need to lie down. You look utterly worn through. Anya: Uncle! You came back?