"When did you start?"
The question was a simple one, but it was one that sent your anxiety to an all time high. Had you let your sleeves rise a little too high? Had Sherlock deduced it? We're you making it painstakingly obvious somehow? These questions raced through your head and sent your stomach in a turmoil. Luckily though, you kept your composure on the outside, a skill you had developed a long time ago.
"S-sorry, when did I start w-what?" you asked him.
"I suppose I should clarify," he replied, "I mean when did you start unpacking your boxes. You've finished already, yes?"
"Oh, yes I-I did finish," you said, the anxiety slowly decreasing as you asked, "How did you deduce that?"
You saw something glint in his eyes at the question.
"Well it was really quite obvious. All I had to do was look at your knees and elbows. There's also a scratch on your hand which suggests that you had began unpacking. Then there was the moving truck. It was heading in the direction we came and it was carrying a light load so it was a simple deduction that it was for you and that you didn't have too many boxes to unpack. So obviously after seeing your knees and elbows it was an easy deduction that you had finished." he explained.
"Wow." you said in awe.
John chuckled from behind you as Sherlock smirked, obviously very satisfied at himself.
"Always the show off." John mused as he brought over our food.
You chuckled at that and Sherlock just rolled his eyes. John sat down and then we began to eat. He had made spaghetti with meatballs and it was actually really good.
"Oh my god. This is amazing!" you exclaimed as you went for another bite.
"Oh I really don't think so. But thanks." John replied, a soft blush dusting across his cheeks at the compliment.
We continued eating in silence and it was beginning to be a little awkward. But leave it to John to break the ice.
"So, did you move from somewhere here in London or somewhere else?" John asked.
"She moved from here." Sherlock answered for you.
"Sherlock, if I wanted you to deduce it, I would have just asked." John said exasperatedly.
"It's not something I can just turn on and off John. It happens and there's nothing I can do to stop it." he shot back, rolling his eyes while doing so.
"It's ok. I think it's cool." you reassured.
You saw John grin a bit at that and Sherlock seemed to be fighting off a smile as you began to get to know each other.
"So why did you decide to move?" John questioned curiously.
"Oh, well I actually moved to look for a new job. Before I lived kind of near the outskirts of London. I miss it already. There's less....less.....people, I guess." you finished lamely.
What you really meant to say was there wasn't as many people which helped your social anxiety, but the message seemed to get across because John only smiled warmly and Sherlock didn't look too surprised, just kept eating his food.
"Yes, well I'm sure you'll love central London in time. It just might take a while." John soothed.
"Hopefully." you replied.
You both laughed at that, and then you continued asking about each other. A little while later, you decided to check the time. You looked at your phone and when the screen showed the time you were genuinely shocked. Was it really 9:30 already?
"Wow, it's kind of late. I should get out of your hair now." you said as you began getting up from the chair.
"Oh, yes of course. It was nice to get to know you. We should do this again sometime." he said as he walked you to the door.
He checked over his shoulder for a moment before turning back to you.
"Even Sherlock enjoyed the evening. He'd never admit it though." John chuckled.
You smiled at that and after saying goodbye to John, you headed downstairs. As you were laying in bed, you realized something. Once you got comfortable with John and Sherlock, you hardly even stuttered and your anxiety was nonexistent. And that was the first time in a long while that had happened. Perhaps moving wasn't such a bad thing after all?
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Save Me Sherlock (Sherlock x Depressed Reader)
FanfictionHow do you explain to somebody that you are so unhappy with yourself and your life that you would rather be dead? Easy. You don't. But with Sherlock Holmes living above you, you might not have to. But it means you'll be working double time to keep...