SPY X FAMILY - OPERATION BIG BROTHER?!

Delicate requests and Café vibes?

Twilight, known to the world as Loid Forger, sat in a dark, secluded café tucked away from the prying eyes of the bustling city. The dim lighting and heavy scent of coffee beans did little to ease the tension he carried as he waited for the Handler—his contact within WISE, the intelligence agency he worked for. His mind was racing, replaying Anya's ridiculous but troubling demand for a brother.

What could she possibly be thinking? he mused, his face impassive, though beneath his calm exterior, he was deeply unsettled. Twilight had handled numerous dangerous missions involving high-ranking officials, terrorists, and national secrets. But nothing had prepared him for the unpredictability of Anya, his telepathic daughter, though he had no clue about her abilities.

The door opened with a slight creak, and in walked Sylvia Sherwood—the Handler. Her stern gaze met his as she strode toward the table, her steps brisk and purposeful. She sat down across from him without a word, her usual aura of cold professionalism surrounding her.

"Twilight," she greeted, her voice as sharp as ever. "I trust this meeting isn't just a routine update."

Twilight's expression remained neutral, though he could feel the weight of the conversation to come. "No, Handler. I need your advice on something... unconventional."

The Handler raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. Twilight was rarely unsettled, let alone seeking advice. She crossed her arms, leaning slightly forward. "Unconventional how?"

He paused for a moment, carefully considering how to phrase the situation without it sounding absurd. "My daughter, Anya, has made an unexpected request. She's... demanded I adopt a brother for her."

Sylvia blinked, taken aback for a brief second before her sharp, calculating demeanor returned. "A brother?" she repeated, as if gauging the situation. "And why is this relevant to the mission?"

Twilight leaned back, his fingers tapping lightly against the table. "It complicates things. Anya is highly impressionable, and if I don't comply, I risk her acting out. I've worked hard to maintain her stability, both in school and at home. Any disruption to her behavior could jeopardize my cover, especially with her interactions with Desmond's son, Damian."

The Handler frowned slightly, her mind turning over the implications. "And you believe that adopting another child will somehow stabilize this situation?"

Twilight nodded, though his expression remained grave. "She's become fixated on the idea. If I don't handle this properly, she could rebel or cause unnecessary scenes at school. That would affect her academic performance and, more importantly, her standing with Damian Desmond. A misstep there could set us back significantly in Operation Strix."

Sylvia exhaled slowly, tapping her fingers against the edge of the table. "This is highly unusual, Twilight. We've never planned for this sort of... personal involvement in a mission. You were selected because of your ability to maintain distance, to stay objective." Her voice remained steady, but there was an undertone of concern. "Adopting another child adds a layer of complexity to an already delicate situation."

"I'm aware," Twilight replied, his tone as professional as ever. "But the situation with Anya isn't one I can simply control with discipline or logic. She's a child, and if she becomes unstable, it could unravel everything. An adoption might be the lesser of two evils here."

The Handler's eyes narrowed, her mind clearly racing through possible outcomes. "And you're certain you can maintain your cover with this additional element? Adding another child to the mix means more scrutiny, more opportunities for slip-ups."

Twilight allowed himself a brief moment of thought before responding. "I've assessed the risks. If I select the right child—someone who can blend into the family dynamic—it could even strengthen the cover. A brother for Anya would reinforce the image of a stable, normal family. If executed correctly, it could serve to further insulate us from suspicion."

Sylvia sat back in her chair, considering his words carefully. "And what about your wife? Will she accept this?"

"Yor has been remarkably... adaptable," Twilight said, choosing his words with care. "She doesn't question much and seems content to trust me. I'll fabricate a backstory that she'll sympathize with—one that won't raise any concerns. She's compassionate, and I can use that to my advantage."

The Handler remained silent for a moment, studying Twilight with a critical eye. She knew better than anyone that Twilight was a master of manipulation and strategy, but even the best could falter when personal elements interfered with a mission. Yet, she also knew that his judgment had kept him alive through missions that should have been impossible.

Finally, she spoke. "If you believe this will maintain the stability of Operation Strix, I won't object. But understand this, Twilight: any deviation from the mission's goals will not be tolerated. If adopting this 'brother' complicates things, you must be prepared to make... difficult decisions. The success of Operation Strix is non-negotiable."

Twilight nodded, his face unreadable. "Understood."

Sylvia leaned forward, her eyes hard. "You've always excelled because you never let personal matters interfere. Don't let this—whatever it is with Anya—become a distraction. She's part of the mission, nothing more."

Twilight met her gaze, unwavering. "I won't let it interfere. This is just another layer of the cover. I'll handle it as I've handled everything else."

The Handler stood, smoothing down her coat. "Good. Then proceed as planned. Keep me updated on any changes."

Without another word, she turned and walked toward the door, her presence leaving a chill in the air. Twilight remained seated for a moment, staring at the empty space where she had just been.

Now he had to convince Yor.

What had he gotten in to?