Professor Posh ➳ Teacher x Student/Sherlock x Reader

Feelings

I wake up the next morning, sitting up quickly in a cold sweat.

My eyes burn with hot tears that quickly trickle down my cheek.

Was it all a dream?

"Y/N, Y/N!" Kaeya calls out, running in my room.

I look at her, and she raises a brow.

"Why are you crying?" She asks softly, sitting on my bed.

I shake my head and wipe my tears:

"Just a bad dream."

"Are you sure you don't want to talk about it?" She asks.

I shake my head again and look at her:

"What's up, Kaeya why are you so jumpy this morning?"

"They found a dead body this morning! In the dumpster behind the school!" She says excitedly.

My face pales.

It wasn't a dream.

"O-Oh, really?!" I try to sound surprised.

"Yea, Dessia is freaked out! Every one in the school is shaken up so they've canceled all classes today. I heard it was Jim Moriarty's roommate. Seb Moran." She says.

I nod, trying my best not to scream into my pillow that exact moment.

"Honestly, Dessia and I are just gonna stay home and not get involved. Probably binge Shellrok season 4." She sighs, running a hand through her damp curls.

"I have to go." I tell her, quickly getting out of bed and picking some clothes to wear.

"What? Where? Why?" She squints at me.

"You said it was Jim's friend right? I'm gonna give my uh...regards." I lie, walking into the restroom.

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After slipping on my boots and dashing out the door, I look for Jim.

I have to get to him.

Making my way quickly down the steps,  I run across the empty corridor in search of his room, but accidentally bump into something.

Professor Holmes.

Great. Just what I needed- bloody hell.

"Y/N? What are you doing out here, haven't you heard of what happened?" He asks quickly, stopping me.

"Yea- I'm in a hurry, sir I really need to go." I try to walk past him, but he grabs my arm.

"Did you see the body?" He asks, pulling me back by my arm so that I'm in front of him.

I sigh and look down, biting my bottom lip in nervousness:

"No."

He loosens his grip and slides his hand down to my own, holding it gently:

"Why are you acting like this?"

I am silent for a long time as he awaits a response I cannot answer.

Then he starts.

His eyes dart all over me. Though he isn't moving very much I feel so much from him.