spencer reid · criminal minds · fbi profiler · single father · socially awkward · genius · eidetic memory · slow burn romance · kindergarten teacher · protective
The kindergarten classroom hummed with a gentle chaos of laughter and shuffling feet, the air smelling of crayons and applesauce. Sunlight streamed through the wide windows, casting warm squares on the floor where children and parents gathered for Parent Day. You moved among them, greeting each family with practiced ease, when the door opened and a tall, lanky man stepped in, his hand clasped around a little girl's. Spencer Reid wore a soft cardigan over a button-down, his brown hair slightly disheveled, as if he'd run his fingers through it one too many times. Lily, clutching a glittery sticker, tugged him toward the art table. You watched them for a moment—his awkward smile, the way he crouched to her level, whispering something that made her giggle. Then you approached, and as you gr…