Spencer Reid One Shots

Holy Boy - College Friendship AU

I've been dying to write a young!Reid one whoop freaking whoop lets go tiny college boy!! I accidentally made the plot super long oops this is part one

side note: this is platonic because friendship imagines are so under appreciated and I love them sm like not everyone has to fall in love you know? but anyways please don't let that scare you off it's still cute and fluffy I promise

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"The order of the torsion group of an abelian variety over a number field can be bounded in terms of the dimension of the variety and the number field," you heard someone say from the row behind you. You, along with the entire class - professor included - turned to look at the person who answered the question. Everyone was a little shocked to end up laying eyes on a guy who practically looked like a kid. He shifted uncomfortably, making you smile. He was definitely wildly awkward, wildly smart, and wildly cute. You liked him instantly.

"And your name is?" Professor Colby called, the whole class in a stunned silence still. You were glad to be sitting so close, because you could actually see his blush get deeper.

"I-I'm Spencer Reid," he mumbled, and you expected Professor Colby to ask him to speak up, but he didn't. You realized that even halfway back in the rows, just a murmur was audible in the quiet.

"Well, Mr. Reid, I'm not sure why you're here. I ask this bonus question on the first day of all my classes, and solving it by the end of the semester is the goal. The goal is not to show off in front of the entire class and spoil their bonus opportunity," he scolded, and the silence was soon dropped for the entire class either giggling or whispering. Spencer was visibly trying to compress himself into a smaller being, which was almost impressive considering how skinny he was to start. A wave of anger came over you, seeing the entire class team up against the guy. Part of you wanted to call out in his defense, but part of you knew two people going against Colby would mean two people kicked out. If he felt challenged on only one small front, it was more likely that he'd let Spencer live.

"So. For those of us who don't enter a mathematics course already knowing the material, we're going to get right to work. Don't groan at me now, open your books - which you were specifically required to order, remember! - page 117, class..." You're sure Professor Colby goes on, but you stop listening, throwing your book open to a random page. Instead, you turn to face Spencer, who is frantically searching for the page.

"Hey," you whisper, tapping on the table space nearest him. He doesn't look up, just runs his finger over the pages, mouth hanging open slightly. After another moment of tapping, you realize he's reading. His eyes are physically moving over the words at a speed you cannot fathom. Your own mouth starts to hang open, absolutely floored by this kid's ability.

"Holy shit," you whisper to yourself, and Spencer's finger stops moving.

"That was originally holy Mother or holy God, as in early Western society using the Lord's name in vain was a much larger sin. Now that our culture is less heavily influenced by religion and that commandment has little power, religious terms are swapped for vulgarities, like shit. Best way to get the same shock value that holy God would have gotten," he explains quietly, and once he's done, his finger starts moving over the pages again. You have to work hard to pick your jaw up off the floor. Spencer gets more and more impressive every second.

"You doing anything after this class?" You ask him, and now he stops, looking up at you this time. His brows are furrowed and he studies you like he's trying to decide who you are.

"It's Friday," he answers, and you bite back a smile.

"I know what day of the week it is, holy boy, that's not really an answer," you tease, but he just looks more confused.