John's face was burning and he busied himself tidying his desk. He had a rather odd mix of feelings had crept into him that made his chest feel tight. This was good, very good, living with the kid would mean that he could further attempt to apologize for earlier that morning. But this was also very bad, John already didn't handle stress well and the weeks of cold shouldering and melancholy violin playing that was sure to follow would definitely not help.
He sucked in a deep breath and started to turn around,
"I already told you," the baritone voice rumbled across the room, "I don't want to hear anything from you."
"You didn't technically say, " John began softly.
"Yeah well I obviously don't do I?" Sherlock's voice was still angry and piercing but slightly less so. A breathy sigh from John indicated his defeat for the time being and he peeled off the sticky kit. All he wanted to do right now was take a shower to calm his nerves. Throwing on a dressing gown and grabbing his shower tote he swept out the door without another word.
John wriggled as the steamy water hit his back. It felt good, instantly relaxing the tension he had felt all morning. He had another few hours before he had to be in the dining hall, and he was prepared to take a long thoughtful shower and give his new roommate the space he obviously needed. John was sure that the stress of moving to a new school probably had something to do with Sherlock's attitude, and of course what had happened that morning hadn't helped a bit.
He massaged shampoo into his hair the heady smell of it making him a bit dizzy. He had bought it because a magazine had promised that it would have the boys fighting over him. He usually only wore it when he went out drinking, or if he wanted to try to sneak in a snog in the bathroom with some boy he had met at a club on the weekend, he figured if things didn't work out with his roommate he could always sneak into town after curfew .
When he finished with his shower he dried his hair and threw on a clean uniform, walking slowly back to his room. He had decided that the best course of action would be to make a cup of tea as a peace offering. Tea always made him feel better, so why not his cranky roomate as well. He paused outside the door before pulling out his key and making an audible scuffle outside the door to alert Holmes of his return. When he opened the door and peered inside he breathed a sigh of relief upon realizing that Holmes had fallen asleep. Tiptoeing to his closet he tucked away his shower tote and crept up onto his own bed, from which he studied the other boy's face. Holmes's face was relaxed and his bowed lips were parted splendidly. His brow was furrowed in never ending deep thought, even when he was sleeping evidently. John was overcome with an urge to rush across the room and press his own lips against the other boy's. But he knew that would be an even worse way to start off his attempt at reconciling. So he settled for watching. And the more he watched the more entranced he became, Holmes eye twitched in the midst of a dream and just as John was getting lost in thought the bell rang for dinner. And his roommate's eyes flashed open.
John scrambled to look away but it was too late, Sherlock seemed surprised for a moment, an uncharacteristic look on his face before he fumbled for composure, icy eyes searing into John's for a moment sending blood rushing to John's cheeks before he rolled gracefully off of his bed smoothed down his uniform and left without a word.
AN:I apologize for the lateness of this chapter and the shortness of it. I think I am going to start doing short chapters in large quantities. I always am late updating because I want the chapters to be long but I can update more frequently if I do shorter chapters. So expect updates more often, but with short-ish chapters. I hope you like where this is going. Critiques are welcome.