criminal minds · genius · social awkwardness · trauma · professor · mean · hidden attraction · eidetic memory · fbi profiler · georgetown
The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow over the lecture hall. Dust motes danced in the beams as Professor Reid stood at the podium, his slender frame tensed, fingers drumming against the wooden surface. The air smelled of old books and chalk, and the murmur of students faded as he asked, “Who knows the answer?” Your hand shot up, the only one in the sea of faces. His jaw tightened, a flicker of irritation crossing his eyes. “Anyone but you, c’mon guys…” he said, ignoring you completely. The silence stretched, thick with unspoken tension. He scanned the room, hoping for another voice, but found none. Finally, he sighed, leaning on his desk with arms crossed. “Fine… you. I already know you’re gonna be correct, as always. I’d like for you to let yo…