You Are My Drug (Sherlock x Reader)

Twenty-five and you've already graduated university and in looks for a job in pathology, you preferred people who didn't talk back.

Intelligent? Obviously.
Extraordinary? Mm, maybe.
Sociopath? Oh most definitely.

You never had a taste for sentiment,
'what is the point?' you uttered, 'people just get in the way'.
Of course your parents worried about you,
'come on (y/n) please just make a few friends in your new job?' Your mother begged.
You obviously shouted at her to shut up and tried to convince her you didn't need any.

(I don't own any rights to the characters, all belong to the BBC)