"Meow."
"Shhh, Toby, you have to be quiet," Molly said in a hushed tone. She left her dorm, closing the door behind her gently. It was a new school year and she had snuck in her new cat. Her flatmate hadn't arrived yet, but she did know her name was Mary Morstan.
"Meow." Molly's eyes widened.
"Do I hear a cat?" Greg Lestrade asked. He took his job as RA very seriously. Molly opened her mouth to speak.
"Nope, sorry, that was me," a rich baritone voice answered, stepping out of the dorm across from her. Greg gave him a look of suspicion.
"Is that so?" Greg inquired further. Molly's heart hammered in her chest, afraid of getting caught and being mesmerized by the man's cerulean eyes.
"Meow," the mysterious man attempted to mimic. Molly was impressed that his deep voice had nearly imitated Toby perfectly. "I tend to, uh, meow from time to time. I'm trying to break the habit." The man smirked then, finally sending Greg away. Molly let out a breath she didn't realize she had been holding.
"Thank you for your help," Molly smiled. "I'm Molly. Molly Hooper." She extended an arm out, but he waved her off.
"Sherlock Holmes," he responded simply. "It was nothing. I respect people with a rebellious streak." An awkward pause fell between them.
"So, uh, you've got the infamous 221B," Molly said, changing the subject. 221B was the biggest dorm at the university, made for the rare occasion of having three people cohabitating.
"It would seem so," he replied.
"Well, maybe we could go for coffee sometime, ya know, to repay you for saving my cat," Molly offered. "I mean, you don't have to. You may not even like coffee."
"Don't try to make conversation, Molly, it's really not your area," Sherlock spoke flippantly.
"Well, it was n-nice to meet you, Sherlock," she said before walking down the hall toward the vending machines. He gave an exasperated sigh before returning to his dorm. Sherlock noticed how the girl's face fell at his remark, and he felt the need to make it up to her. It wasn't her fault that he was in a foul mood. He felt, well, a bit not good as John would say. John Watson was his best mate since their first year at uni. They had been flatmates then and they were again this year. A knock at the door shook him out of his thoughts. Finally, he thought, assuming John had arrived, but when he opened the door, there was no one; just a bag of crisps in front of his door with a sticky note that simply said, -MH x. He smiled to himself, collecting the crisps and shutting himself in 221B once more.
Author's Note: I've no idea how long this is gonna be but I just felt like creating a new universe for Sherlolly to fall in love in. :)