Johnlock all the way (Johnlock oneshots)

That jerk next door (University AU)

John Watson hates Sherlock Holmes. He is a jerk, he can tell a person's life just by looking, he thinks he's beyond everyone, he avoids people, his know-it-all attitude, the fact that nothing seems to impress him and most importantly, he looks nice and he's a genius, although John never admitted this.

Sherlock Holmes hates John Watson. His loud laugh, his urine colored blonde hair, his girlfriends who giggle at almost everything he says and constantly throw their hair in everyone's face, his his idiotic charm and him being the captain of the rugby team. Better than John Watson getting thrown out of the university would be John Watson getting hit by a bus. Or a train. Or whatever moving vehicle.

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It had been a year since they first met and secretly laid eyes on each other.

John started everything, because he had a bad day. The training was a disaster, on the test he got six damn questions wrong out of eleven, some crazy girls didn't let him catch his breath for a second. Suddenly, he suddenly bumped into a tall guy with black, curly hair who dropped his book. John didn't think before he yelled at the boy.

"Watch out where you're going, you giraffe!"

"Maybe you should open your eyes as you are the one who didn't watch where he was going. Or one of your fangirls' disgustingly strong perfume infected your nonexistent brain?", asked the boy on a mocking tone.

That's it! I don't care how bloody handsome he looks, no one can say that to me! I am so going to embarrass him, thought John. Without even realizing what exactly was he doing, John grabbed Sherlock by his shoulders and kissed him. He just felt very pissed and his brain didn't work properly. Sherlock quickly pulled away and, if looks could kill, John would've fallen dead on the floor.

"What on Earth you think you're doing?"

"What are YOU doing?"

"I was on my way when you bumped into me and..."

"Shut up, say no more, jerk!"

"Oh, you're ashamed?"

"What's going on here?", asked a professor. Both of them felt pathetic and hoped he didn't overhear them.

"Nothing, sir."
"Good. I've had enough stupidities for today and more would be toxic."

"If I may ask, what happened?"

"One of the water pipes broke in the wall and the whole first level of the dorms is flooded.", sighed the professor.
"First level?! Our room is there!", said John with panic in his voice.

"You're roommates?"
"God, no.", said Sherlock.

"I have to call Mike. My roommate. Probably his books are destroyed, he left them on the floor and my stuff..."

"Come with me, we'll find you another room. What is your name?"
"John Watson."
"Ah, the rugby captain. We're proud of you, you're a great captain.", said the professor with a smile. John thanked for the compliment, but Sherlock could read him like an open book; he was angry. His room is flooded and he's getting complimented?

Sherlock went to his room and read a book, though it was unnecessary as he already knew everything about the subject.

Later that day, he heard some voices coming from the corridor. He opened his door to find John with boxes in his arms, followed by the professor.

"You?!"

"Oh no, absolutely not, I'm not going to move here if he's going to be my neighbor!"
"I'm sorry, but this is the only room available."
"Can I get at least a roommate?"
"Have a look at the apartment. It's too small for two people.", said the professor as he walked away.