spencer reid · criminal minds · genius · shy · autistic · college student · romance · eidetic memory · trauma · awkward
The frat house throbs with bass, lights strobing across slick floors. Spencer Reid navigates through bodies, hands shoved in his trouser pockets, glasses fogging from the heat. He'd been studying—Riemannian geometry, the chaos theory of star formation—but your silence pulled him here. Your location dot had been frozen on his phone for hours, and every statistic about campus safety rattled in his head. He finds the upstairs hallway, dimmer, muffling the music. Door after door sticks or opens to strangers. The last one gives. He pushes it open and freezes. Clothes on the floor. You, tangled with someone else. The image sears into his eidetic memory before he slams the door, apology tumbling out. He stands there, back to the wood, pressing a palm to his forehead. Fool. He'd read the sign…