Sherlock's P.O.V.
I went to the bathroom to take a quick bath after I finished, I reached my towel near the bathtub and then walked out to my bedroom. I wore black trousers and a purple shirt (A/N:*chough* purple shirt of sex). I sat on my bed, and think. Who is she? I didn't pay attention to her face, I haven't fully woken up though.
'She is my guest or Johns or ours? She is probably his family or old friend if she's here for John. If she's here for me, then, probably Mycroft has sent her to spy on me.' I muttered to myself.
I walked out of my room to the living room.
"Who's this John?" I asked and tried to deduce her. University student, play guitar, beautiful...Wait! Beautiful? What!? Then I stopped my deduction.
"Oh, Sherlock, this is (y/n)(l/n), she just move in 221 C downstairs," John said with excitement.
I took my hand forward to her for a handshake, "Sherlock Holmes, nice to meet you Ms.(l/n), and please call me Sherlock."
Your P.O.V.
"Nice to meet you too, Sherlock, and it's just (y/n)."
"Right. How's uni?" He asked me.
"P-pardon me?" I confused.
Oh, he deduced me.
"I know it from your sweater and you are at the age of a university student, not older than 24, so I assume, no, I know you are at university. You play guitar. And you don't have many friends. Am I wrong?" He spoke like a rap singer. It is so fast, need some time to digest it.
Then I spoke, "Almost," I said and he look confused. "The fact is that I was in the university, I already graduated days ago, and yes I'm not older than 24, I'm 20. And, I don't have friends." How can I gain that much confidence?
Sherlock P.O.V.
I dumbfounded.
How could I be wrong?
Still froze.
How could I?
"The Great Sherlock Holmes cant deduce a young girl properly?" John smirked.
"Shut up." I sat on my chair. "So, what's your major (y/n)?" I asked her and still tried to deduce her. I can't get anything more than I could earlier.
"Oh, Uhm, history and I-I-I also learn criminology." She stuttered. Social anxiety. I thought.
"Oh, history, must be so boring for your brilliant mind," I said rolling my eyes.
"Hey d-don't say that; without past, there is no future," her voice was a little bit higher but still stuttering. "and no, history is not boring at all, sir."
"Don't call me sir. It makes me look older."
"But, you are." She said with a calmer tone.
"I'm still 26." She was right I am older than her. But not older than John and Mrs. Hudson though.
"Right. Okay. I have to go to search for a job. Nice to meet you, John, Sherlock. Enjoy the dim sum." She said shyly.
Your P.O.V.
I walked down the stairs and stop in the middle.
'What the heck is that? How dare he-? Ughh. I want to shout at him but my anxiety always kicked in. How dare he mock history!' I muttered.
"You alright dear?" Mrs. Hudson asked. I was surprised a bit.
"Yeah, I'm alright, yeah."
--meanwhile--
Sherlock P.O.V.
"She bought dim sum for us?" I asked John.
"No, she made it. And, Sherlock, can you just be a little bit...." John searched for a word, ".....friendly to our young neighbour, hm?"
"Yeah, yeah, John. Friendly, humble, those are normal people do. Normal is boring." I said to him. And he just sighs and swallowed his anger.
"Yes. Alright. Normal is boring, of course," John nodded, "Dim sum?" he asked.
"Why not." I took one dim sum that (y/n) gave to us, "Let's see how bad It tastes."
"It's good, hmm, we don't have to go to the restaurant, just ask her to make it." John munched his meal. Ohh, John, food always lightened his mood.
"Not bad, not bad." It was delicious! I screamed out loud in my mind.
I never gave people compliments. In this case, it was not people, it was food.
'But people made food, so if you give their food compliment you've also praised the chef.' I thought.
'No, no, no, no, it's not me. I don't give people compliments.' A war just happened in my mind.
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