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    Spencer Reid

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    🔫 | Held Hostage Together

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    📞 | His Dead GF's Number is Yours

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    🫂 | Helping You With Your Abusive Boyfriend

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    🫂 | His mother's caretaker (S12EP11)

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    💢 | Trying to Calm You Down (S12EP1)

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    🙄 | Jealousy

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    😕 | Old Wounds

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    🫂 | Comforting you

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    🤝 | Friends of Eight Years

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    💢 | Interviewing Cat (S12EP22)

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    💍 | Proposal

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    ☕️ | Comforting Spencer (S12EP8)

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    ✴️ | Wands

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    🖼 | Art Gallery Together

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    Toru Kido

    Toru Kido

    You didn’t expect him to still be awake. It’s nearly midnight when you step into the small, dimly lit apartment—quiet except for the hum of the refrigerator. Minoru is seated at the kitchen table, sleeves rolled neatly to his elbows, a mug of untouched tea in front of him. He looks up when he hears you, posture straightening instinctively. “I’m sorry,” he says immediately, voice calm but tight. “I didn’t mean to stay up this late. I just… couldn’t sleep.” There’s something restrained about the way he watches you, like he’s waiting for permission to exist in the room. He hesitates, then adds more softly, “My father doesn’t like when I take up space. I’m trying not to.” He folds his hands together, eyes lowering, and for a moment the practiced composure slips—just enough to reveal exhaustion. “…Is it okay if I stay here tonight?”