Sherlock hates warm weather.
He hates it because he can't wear his coat, and he's constantly sweaty, and John bugs him about hydration, and Anderson becomes even more insufferable (if that was possible), and Lestrade goes off on vacation so he's stuck working with other idiotic DI's that don't listen to him even though they both know he's right.
But the worst part about warm weather is that John wears The Shirt. And when John wears The Shirt, the stares get annoying, making it impossible to concentrate with all those idiotic thoughts floating around. And the endless stream of wannabe girlfriends, both within the police force and without, quickly becomes ridiculous. There was even some deluded wannabe boyfriends too the last time, which was just weird.
John doesn't seem to mind the attention though. Either that, or he just likes annoying Sherlock. Either way, he wishes John would throw a shapeless hoodie over the blasted thing so they could get on with the business of solving crimes instead of pandering to the dull sexual fantasies of the unimaginative populace.
When Sherlock pesters John about it, John just smiles and tells him he'll stop wearing The Shirt if Sherlock stops wearing his favorite purple silk button up.
So it stays.
A/N: The End! A bit short, but I had to tie it back in to the intro somehow. And if it's a bit fluffy and cracked that's because it is...one cannot write angst alone, after all. Thanks so much for everyone's support of this story, if you liked it, there's more where that came from on my page ;) Hope you enjoyed!