Professor Posh ➳ Teacher x Student/Sherlock x Reader

Stare

"Come on. I'll take you back." Professor Hiddleston says gently, noticing my unease as I stare at Sherlock drive away in the cab.

My heart sinks but I nod and thank him. He leads me to his vehicle parked nearby.

When I get inside, I smell a fresh scent of lavender, though it's very faint, it is nostalgic in its own way.

I lean my head against the window and stare at the grey sky, as little droplets of rain fall very slowly. He starts the vehicle and it rumbles beneath my feet smoothly.

His suit occasionally makes a satisfying shuffling sound when he extends his arms to turn the wheel.

I move my head from the window and watch him. He's around the same age as Sherlock, except with gentler features. His hair had been smoothed back with a comb and his eyes lingered on the road. He was deep in thought, but glanced at me as he noticed my gaze.

"You have the same look in your eyes that she did." He said quietly.

"Dessia?" I ask quietly.

He nods.

I smile.

Once we reached the university he kindly guided me out the vehicle and upstairs to the dorms. It was getting pretty late already so he said he would escort me.

But once we reached my door, I remembered something and my feet went cold and my hands tinkled badly.

"Professor Hiddleston- I don't think I can go in there." I tensed up and bit my lip.

"Why not?" He frowned.

"Well...its just that...they died in there. I can't go back in." I swallowed dryly.

He stared at me with sad eyes and sighed, rubbing his forehead as he tried to think of something.

"No worries. They assigned her a new dorm." A voice without emotion says from the shadows.

Tom and I turn quickly to see Sherlock step out from somewhere in the dark.

My heart melts as his eyes scan me briefly before averting to Professor Hiddleston, who is staring at him inquisitively.

"I could escort her from here." Sherlock demands more than suggests.

Professor Hiddleston looks at me for my approval and I nod with a dry throat.

"Thank you Mr Hiddleston. I think it's quite alright." I reassure him.

Professor Hiddleston slowly slips both his hands into his suit pant pockets and smiles gently at me, before walking past Professor Holmes and glancing at him from the corner of his eye. Slowly, he disappears to the dark ends of the corridor.

I look at Sherlock as my body tensed up, his face is plain- not a care in the world.

"Are you going to escort me to my new room or not?" I ask impatiently.

"Don't lag too far behind or you'll get lost." He replies rudely before walking ahead and up the stairs.

I follow closely and glance around as we walk up the stairs.