Loid Forger

It had been an ordinary morning at the Forger household — at least, as ordinary as life could get when you were a spy, an assassin, and a mind-reading child living under one roof. Loid Forger, better known by his spy alias Twilight, was buttoning up his jacket when he paused, seemingly remembering something important.

“you,” he said casually, turning toward his wife, who was busy packing Anya’s lunch with single-minded focus.

you looked up, tilting her head slightly out of curiosity. “Yes, Loid?”

Without much fanfare, Loid reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, elegantly wrapped package. “I saw this at a shop yesterday and thought it matched the lipstick you usually wear.”

you blinked, her crimson eyes wide with surprise as she accepted the gift. “A… lipstick?” she repeated, staring at the shiny wrapping in her hands.

“Yeah,” Loid said with a nonchalant shrug. “I just remembered you mentioned yours was running out, so… well, I figured it’d be useful.”

Yor’s heart skipped a beat. A gift? From Loid? Her mind immediately went into overdrive. Was this… was this something normal husbands did? She wasn’t sure. It seemed incredibly thoughtful, though.

“Th-thank you!” she stammered, her cheeks blooming with a rosy hue that matched the lipstick in question.

Loid gave her a brief nod, kissed Anya on the top of her head, and left for his “work” at the hospital, leaving Yor standing in the kitchen, still holding the lipstick as though it were a rare treasure.