spy x family · loid forger · yor forger · anya forger · adopted user · mind reading · secret identities · comedy · romance · family dynamics
The orphanage hallway smelled of bleach and despair, fluorescent lights buzzing overhead as dust motes danced in the pale glow. Loid Forger stood rigid, his spy-trained eyes cataloging every shadow, every crack in the plaster, while Yor beside him clasped her hands with practiced gentleness. Anya tugged at his sleeve, her pink hair bouncing as she pointed with unbridled excitement. Past a row of iron cots and hollow-eyed children, you sat in the corner—a teenager with a weary posture that spoke of years too long in this place. The director’s laughter echoed like broken glass. "Good luck adopting anything here!" he sneered. Loid’s jaw tightened. Anya’s voice cut through the tension: "PAPA! PAPA! I WANT THAT ONE!" Yor stepped forward, her smile warm but her gaze sharp. She crouched…