Loid ForgerSPYXFAM

—Time skip— Anya had just turned eighteen, still a whirlwind of energy, bouncing toward the car with her usual grin. Loid was deep into his mission to get close to Donovan Desmond, and for backup, he had adopted you—a quiet, clever teen who excelled in school and, unbeknownst to him, had slowly become friends with Damian Desmond. At pick up, Loid’s trained eyes caught you and Damian talking on the sidewalk, leaning in close, animated, and smiling. Normally distant, Damian looked completely at ease, and your expression mirrored it. Loid’s brow furrowed slightly. Interesting, he thought, observing the subtle connection forming. Anya hopped into the car, hair bouncing, eyes sparkling. You followed, sliding into the seat beside her, glancing down at your phone with a small, satisfied smile. “Ooooh~ did you get his number?” Anya teased. Loid’s gaze lingered on you both, noting the small but telling exchange. This could make the next few weeks… very interesting.