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Anya Forger, now sixteen, sat in the bustling airport lobby, waiting for her flight to Japan. The place was a cacophony of sounds: announcements blaring, suitcases rolling, and people chattering. The scent of fresh coffee from a nearby café mingled with the sterile smell of the air conditioning.

Anya's keen jade eyes scanned the room, but her focus wasn't on what she saw—it was on what she heard. As a telepath, she had the unique ability to read minds, and right now, she was using this power to pass the time.

First, she honed in on an elderly woman sitting across from her. The woman's thoughts were a jumble of memories: her late husband, her grandchildren, and her fear of flying.

"Oh, Harold, you old fool," she thought wistfully. "If only you were here to see little Timmy graduate…"

Next, Anya turned her attention to a young businessman, furiously typing on his laptop. His mind was a whirlwind of stress and deadlines.

"I have to get this presentation done before the meeting," he thought. "If I miss this flight, I'll lose the client for sure."

Anya's eyes drifted to a teenage girl, around her own age, who was nervously flipping through a magazine. Her thoughts were scattered, mainly focusing on an upcoming audition.

"Do I really have what it takes to be a singer?" she wondered. "What if they laugh at me?"

As Anya continued to eavesdrop, she picked up on a particularly dark and disturbing thought from a man standing near the entrance. He was fidgeting nervously, and his mind was filled with plans that made Anya's blood run cold.

"The device is in place," he thought. "Once we're airborne, I'll detonate it and demand the release of my comrades."

Anya's heart pounded in her chest. This man was a terrorist. She had to act fast, but how? Her mind raced through possibilities. Then, a mischievous grin spread across her face as an idea formed.

Anya stood up and walked towards the man, pretending to trip and spill her soda all over his shoes. "Oh no! Anya is very so sorry!" she exclaimed, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes.

The man scowled, trying to shake off the sticky liquid. "Watch where you're going, kid!" he snapped.

Anya pouted, drawing the attention of nearby security officers. "But mister, why do you have a scary thingy in your bag?" she asked loudly, pointing at his luggage.

The man froze, his eyes widening in panic. The security officers, now alerted, rushed over and demanded to inspect his bag. Within moments, they found the device and quickly apprehended him.

Anya couldn't help but giggle as the man was led away in handcuffs. "And that's how it's done," she thought, feeling a surge of pride.

Just then, her parents, Loid and Yor Forger, entered the lobby. Loid, known in his secret life as Twilight, and Yor, the infamous Thorn Princess, both had their unique ways of noticing things, and their faces showed a mix of concern and pride.

"Anya," Loid said, his voice carrying that familiar authoritative tone. "Your flight boards in half an hour. Are you ready?"

Anya nodded eagerly. "Yes, Papa! Anya is ready."

Loid knelt down to her level, his expression softening. "Remember to study hard. Satoru Gojo is a good person; you can trust him. But be careful around the higher-ups. And, please, try not to cause any mischief."

Anya beamed up at him. "Anya promise, Papa. Anya will be good."

Loid ruffled her hair affectionately before standing up. Yor stepped forward, her eyes shining with tears.

"Anya, make sure you eat well and stay healthy," Yor said, her voice cracking slightly. "And, um, keep yourself clean, okay?"

Anya nodded again, her heart swelling with love for her parents. Mama didn't know that she had awakened a 'cursed technique' and was heading to a sorcerer school in Japan. Only Papa knew the truth. Mama still thought she was going to a normal school.

Yor wiped her tears and tried to smile. "I'm so proud of you, Anya. You've grown up so much."

It had been ten years since Anya was adopted by Twilight, forming the Forger family. She had studied at Eden Academy, an aristocratic school, and graduated a few years ago. Becky, her best friend, was now studying in Germany. As for her relationship with Damian Desmond, the Second Son… well, it hadn't ended well, but the mission to save the world had been a success!

Anya made sure that her parents still didn't know each other's true identities, maintaining the delicate balance of their family. Uncle Franky, the informer, had even found a wife for himself—Fiona Frost, the scary auntie who once wanted to marry Loid and become Anya's mother.

And Bond, their loyal dog, was getting older, but his spirit remained strong. He couldn't come to give bid her goodbye.

Loid and Yor bid her goodbye, with Yor's tears flowing like a waterfall, drawing attention from everyone around.

"Take care of yourself, Anya," Loid said, his voice steady but filled with emotion. "And don't forget to video call us from time to time."

Yor added, her voice trembling, "We'll miss you so much, Anya. Please, stay safe."

Anya hugged them both tightly, feeling the warmth and love of her family. "Anya will, Mama, Papa. Anya love you."

As she turned to leave, Anya waved at them one last time and then promptly walked straight into a transparent glass partition. She rubbed her forehead sheepishly and waved again, hearing her parents' laughter behind her. She knew she would miss them terribly, but she was ready for the adventures that awaited her in Japan.

It was October, unknownst to her, something— not great a adventure, was closing in…

TBC

Author Note: What is Anya's CT? What will be her DE? Which year is she attending? Will she face Sukuna or Jogo-like threats? Ooooh… how strong or smart is she…?

Is this a wholesome story? Angst? Parody? Action? Mixture? Who's gonna fall for her,? Or will she fall for someone instead…?

Tell me how you want it to develop— feel free to drop reviews.

Till next time!