Yoisho (Japanese)-What Japanese people say after they flop into a chair after a hard day at work, where others might just exhale or grunt loudly.
John arrived at the steps leading up to number 221 at 5:15 pm. He'd had an extremely long day, and all he wanted was to sit in his chair with a cup of tea and maybe listen to Sherlock play the violin.
He heard a car pull up behind him and the slam of a door before it sped off. He was just about to start up the stairs when out of the corner of his eye he spotted a pale white figure. Not sickly pale like someone's skin tone, or transparent pale like a ghost. No, it looked as if this person had been painted white.
He jumped in surprise and let out a little gasp before meeting the person's eyes. "Sherlock?" Sherlock just stared back. He had what looked like flour dumped all over him, catching in his curls and sticking to his shirt.
They just stared at each other, John questioningly and Sherlock daring him to demand an explanation, before Sherlock made a sweeping gesture with his arm. "After you." John nodded and unlocked the door for both of them before leading the way to their door.
Once inside, John flopped right into his armchair, letting out a long-suffering sigh as he did so. Sherlock basically belly-flopped onto the couch, letting out a pitiful groan as he put his face to the pillow. John didn't have the energy to stop him. Mrs. Hudson would not be happy.
"So..." John started. "How was your day?"
Sherlock slowly turned his head to the right so he could look at his friend. "Thwarted an attempted poisoning at Primrose Bakery."
"That the really girly one on Tavistock?"
"The very same. One of the bakers managed to wrestle me out the kitchen door, but not before he pushed me into a pile of flour bags." John winced. "Worst part was there was a children's birthday party going on. I haven't heard so much screaming since our nanny Martha took me and Mycroft to Hamleys on a Saturday afternoon." John chuckled. "I hit my head on the edge of the counter, though," Sherlock continued, reaching up to rub the spot.
"I better check it out, then," John replied, already moving from his chair to get the first aid kit.
"It's quite alright, John. I'm sure it's nothing."
"Said the man who thought the same thing about four broken ribs." Sherlock's only reply was a "hmph" sound. He relaxed as he felt John's steady fingers moving his hair aside and gingerly touching the skin beneath. "I don't think there's anything to worry about. Let me just shine this light in your eyes." When Sherlock's pupils reacted accordingly, John packed everything away and handed him an ice pack.
Sherlock offered him a smile. "How was your day?"
John's head snapped back around. "Maybe I shouldn't rule out concussion just yet."
Sherlock rolled his eyes. "Don't be ridiculous, John. I'm merely asking how your day went. That's what friends do, yes?"
John sat back in his chair. "Well work was fine. But on my lunch break I went to that Indian place around the corner from the surgery, and I was just about to leave when this woman shrieks. Turns out her water broke. I had to talk her through the breathing and everything until the ambulance came."
"So you didn't have to deliver the baby then?"
John chuckled. "No, thank God. I haven't done any of that sort of thing since my rotations in med school. I'm surprised I even remembered what to do."
"Nonsense, John. You're an excellent doctor. I'm sure you would have done a fine job." John was practically beaming. "Don't look too pleased with yourself. Just last week you thought Lestrade was having a heart attack when he really pulled a muscle in his arm."
John let out an indignant noise. "To be fair, the symptoms are the same! And anyway it's better to be safe than sorry."
"He was clearly on a new workout routine. You didn't notice the way his jacket didn't quite fit around the shoulders?"
"No, because I'm not obsessed with our friend's body."
"Neither am I!" Sherlock grabbed the Union Jack pillow and threw it. "Tosser."
John threw it back. "Git." The two men then slumped in their seats, exhausted, and fell asleep.