Every day for two weeks John came inside the dance studio and watched Sherlock dance. He didn't say hello or anything. He didn't feel the need to. He just watched. Watched as his dark-grey cropped top exposed his belly button when he raised his arms on Tuesday. Watched as his muscle tee revealed a mysterious tattoo on his shoulder on Friday. John Watson could not stop watching Sherlock Holmes dance. But, eventually, it wasn't enough. I've got to speak to him. John told himself. Tomorrow. I'll speak to him tomorrow.
John hurried through the school's courtyard as he watched Sherlock's bouncing curls get further and further away. Eventually he broke out into a slow jog and was able to catch up to him. He grabbed the taller boy by the arm, "Hey! Can we talk a moment?" "Um. Sure," Sherlock turned around to face John completely. Upon hearing Sherlock confirm his request to talk, he realized he hadn't actually thought about what he was going to say. He looked down at his feet as he shuffle them nervously. "So, I've been coming to the studio and watching you dance-" "Yes," said Sherlock, unblinking. "Right, and I just wanted to ask if that was okay with you?" "You can come watch me dance anytime you like. I understand it's your only escape from your father and sister fighting." John was baffled. "What? How could you... How could you possibly know about Harry and dad fighting?" "Nevermind that. Will you come watch me dance today?" Is he inviting me, John thought. "Yeah, yeah of course." "Okay," Sherlock said before spinning on his heel and walking gracefully away. "See ya later," John whispered quietly to himself.
Because he had asked about it and knew that Sherlock was fully aware of his presence, John wasn't feeling his confident self as he walked into the dance studio that afternoon. He walked into the studio and quickly slipped into the room he knew Sherlock would be in. And Sherlock was. But not with a class as he normally was. Sherlock Holmes was dancing alone. Dark grey cropped top and all, with the whole room to himself.
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"Hello John," Sherlock said as he spun into a pirouette. "Um, hi." Seeing as Sherlock clearly wasn't going to mention the 'whole room to themselves' situation, John took his normal seat on the floor. Sherlock walked over to the loud speaker and pressed a button. Music began to play. It was beautiful violin piece, rising and falling as Sherlock did as he danced across the room. It sped up as Sherlock did and slowed down as Sherlock did. John was mesmerized. As the song came to an end, Sherlock did one final leap and landed gracefully in third position. He exhaled deeply. John began to clap. In spite of himself, a grin began to crawl across the dancer's face, "What do you think?" "That was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen." Sherlock did a good-humored bow and John burst out laughing. Sherlock chuckled lowly with him.
