his infatuation

Beginning: A Potential Flat-mate

It was a fine day in Baker Street, the week had been uneventful much to the dismay of the residents of 221b. Mrs. Hudson was fed-up of the boredom tantrums of childish tenant of a detective. Fortunately for her though, the ad she had hung up for the flat share had gained the attention of a young professor, who was on her way to check the flat out.

On reaching the door of 221b, you find the door bell ripped off the wall, and very crooked knocker below the 221b written in gold. You straighten the knocker and knock it a few times. It isn't long till a lovely old woman opened the door to you, you assumed that she was the that placed the advertisement for the flat." Hello, I'm here to inquire about the flat share?" you ask politely," I'm Prof. (Y/N) (L/N) by the way."

"Mrs. Hudson, I'm the landlady" the woman replied as she opened the door wider "Ah yes, if you'd like to make your way upstairs, I'm sure Sherlock would be happy to fill you in on the details." She said as you stepped in" first floor dearie, right up there" she pointed. you made your way upstairs. You were quite excited about the flat, why wouldn't you be you had been living in the bloody staff quarters from the time you had started teaching in Westminster. As you reached the door, you twist the handle to reveal a very lived-in living room, and towards the left what seems to be, a kitchen which almost looks like a laboratory. The spray-painted smiley with bullet holes catches your eye.

The flat was nothing like you expected, though it was better then where you were currently living. "Hello? I'm here about the flat-share, is anyone there?" your voice reverberated throughout the apartment. You heard a couple of thumbs from the hallway before the door opened to reveal a tall man in nothing but a white sheet looking very ruffled and sleepy" Good morning" "Ah, hey bhagvaan" you gasped as you quickly turn away, the said man looks at you quizzingly, sensing his eyes on you, "cu-could you perhaps please get dressed?" you call out, you guess that he understood your discomfort as herd footstep and the door shut after that. Your eyes again dart across the room as you see an actual human skull on the mantel piece, your mind kept trying to find something to distract yourself from the awkward encounter.

There were two very comfy looking chairs, with a violin atop one of them, you observed the instrument was often played and well maintained. You stepped closer to the wall wit the smiley and saw that it was adored with notes, papers and pictures like an investigation of a crime. "Consulting Detective" you were startled by the voice behind you. You turned on your heal to find the same man from before, now dressed in white shirt, black coat and trousers. you had a neutral expression on your face, he looked at you from head to toe, deducing you perhaps. An involuntary amused smirk adored your face as you saw him frown, "why are you wearing that expression?" he asked, clearly frustrated "No reason" you told him.

"Hmmm, so..." he said turning to the notes on the wall, "what about it?" he asked. "I beg your pardon?" he turned to you again "would you like to be my flat mate?" you raised a brow "you don't even know me! And neither do I know you're name". he took a few steps forward "the name's Sherlock Holmes, and know you're an author Ms...?" he raised an eyebrow expectedly, waiting for your reply.

"well, Mr. Holmes it's a pleasure to meet you, I'm Prof. (Y/N) (L/N)" seeing his expression made you laugh internally "and yes, I'll be your flat mate, is it okay if I move in tomorrow?" you asked. He simply nodded "goodbye Mr. Holmes" "only Sherlock, please." He corrected.

"see you tomorrow, Sherlock" and with that you left. Sherlock was perplexed 'why couldn't I deduce her' he let it slide for now.