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"Y/n," you said, because apparently introductions were happening whether you liked it or not.
He tilted his head slightly, as if committing the name to memory.
"Moriarty."
Of course it was.
The name settled strangely in your mind, like it belonged to something you hadn't quite figured out yet.
"Well, Moriarty," you said lightly, "try not to stand directly in people's walking paths. It's a dangerous lifestyle."
"I was standing still."
This story does not follow the original storyline of the Young Sherlock series. But please enjoy it anyway.