❝This is the first time in my life, that I've been provoked to abandon a mission❞
❝ You flatter me Twilight.❞
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Where, In a world of espionage, two spies with contrasting dynamics like yin and yang-him by-the-book and precise, her cun...
Y/n making final adjustments the collar of her blouse in the mirror, inspecting herself with casual indifference. She looked sharp, confident—but not overly formal. She wanted to project the perfect blend of authority and approachability. After all, this wasn't her first infiltration mission.
Behind her, Loid paced the room, his brows furrowed in deep concern.
"Y/n, are you absolutely certain you've prepared thoroughly for this?" he asked, arms crossed. "Eden Academy doesn't just hire anyone. They're incredibly rigorous in their selection process. They'll scrutinize every detail—your demeanor, your credentials, even your answers to the most obscure questions."
Y/n smirked, turning to face him. "Relax, Twilight. I've got this. I'm a spy too, remember? If anything, I'm worried about them figuring out how much I don't belong in a classroom because I'm too good."
Loid groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "This isn't something to take lightly. One slip and—"
"—and I'll charm my way out of it," Y/n interrupted, grabbing her bag. "Trust me, I've dealt with worse than a few overzealous interviewers. The name's Y/n Forger now, teacher extraordinaire. You should be more worried about keeping Anya entertained while I'm in there."
She leaned in close, her voice dropping to a playful whisper. "I believe you have some papers to forge for our dear daughter."
Loid raised an eyebrow, giving her a sideways glance. "You're really leaning into this whole family act, aren't you?"
Y/n smirked, folding her arms with a dramatic flair. "Of course. I play my roles flawlessly, darling. Picture perfect."
Anya peeked up from her place on the couch, where she was enjoying her favourite show . Spy wars. The irony.
Y/n approched and crouched to Anya's level, her usual teasing grin softening slightly. "Don't let your dad stress you out, kid. I'll be fine. Now grab your things—we're heading out."
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The Forger family walked through the grand gates of Eden Academy. Loid carried himself with his usual air of calm authority, though his eyes flicked to Y/n every few seconds, as if silently willing her to take things more seriously.
Y/n, on the other hand, strolled leisurely, hands in her coat pockets as she admired the campus. "Fancy place," she remarked, whistling low. "Hope they're ready for me."
Loid exasperatedly sighed as he thought to himself. It's useless, she's wild.
At the main building, a school official greeted them and led Y/n toward the interview room. She paused, turning to Loid and Anya.
