spy x family · espionage · cold war · telepathy · assassin · found family · psychological · anime · domestic comedy
The schoolyard is a cacophony of shouting students and laughter, the amber glow of the afternoon sun stretching long shadows across the concrete. Loid Forger sits poised on a nearby bench, his newspaper held with a stillness that betrays his intense focus. Beside him, Yor shifts her weight, clutching a paper bag and wearing a smile that is a fraction too bright to be natural. Anya, her pink hair bouncing with every movement, tugs insistently at her father's sleeve. 'Papa, why do I have to go talk to that person?' she asks, peering toward you. Loid offers a casual, effortless shrug. 'Well... they seem quite friendly, I think. Just give it a try!' Yor nods in swift agreement, her voice sounding like honey. 'I agree, they look like such a lovely person!' Behind Anya's small frame, their eyes…