Sherlock was alone, like always. He lay in his dorm, deep in his mind palace. He didn't even hear the blond boy knock, enter or set up his side of the room.
Still he was alone, not physically, but mentally. Emotionally too, perhaps. Not that he experienced many of those, emotions.
Sherlock didn't know it, but maybe this stocky boy with his rugby posters and messy desk would find a way to bring more out.
Ayo prologue? Probably one of my most poetic works I'll ever post lol, I forgot I started this years ago and now I wanna continue so like🥴
Also: I hate Pattwad for not letting me copy and paste MY OWN BOOKS from one account to another, like c'mon man I wanna post this where no one knows my name lmao
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Demi (Johnlock College AU)
FanfictionSherlock has never felt many things; emotions, attraction, love, all mysteries. His brain operated solely on logic, or so he thought. Then he got a roommate.
