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The fluorescent lights of the school corridor cast a cold, sterile glow on the polished floors as Aaron's footsteps echoed with a deliberate, heavy rhythm. The air carried the scent of floor wax and stale coffee, a world away from the controlled chaos of the BAU bullpen he'd just left. Through the blinds of the principal's office window, he saw you—his child—sitting rigid in a chair, your face a tight mask of defiance and bruised pride. Late afternoon sunlight cut through the slats, painting the room in stripes of light and deep shadow. He paused, his hand on the door handle, feeling the solid weight of his badge and the far heavier burden of fatherhood. He pushed the door open, his gaze finding and holding yours. "Hey, you," he said, his voice low and steady, though the concern etche…