A/N: Day 15, Rated K+. Fluffy uni!lock.
"You're kinda crazy." Molly paused, then gave him a dazzling smile. "I like that in you."
Sherlock stared bemusedly at her. "Most people don't," he admitted. "Well, yes, they think I'm crazy, but they definitely don't like it about me."
"That's their problem," she declared, linking her arm through his. "Now let's go perform that experiment. I can't wait to see how it turns out!"
She wasn't lying. She really did like his brand of crazy. How had he gotten so lucky all of a sudden?
"How about coffee first?" he blurted out, blushing a bit as she gave him a startled look. "You know how I take mine, but I don't know how you take yours. Yet."
"What, haven't deduced it?" Molly dimpled, and he decided right then and there that he liked it when she dimpled at him. Suddenly the idea of finishing his studies didn't seem so dreary. Not with Molly Hooper in his classes, in his labs, and - if he was very lucky and didn't muck things up - in his life. "Sounds good to me, Sherlock. Coffee first, and then -" she dimpled again, "-exploding pig carcasses!"
Yes, she liked his brand of crazy - and he liked hers just as much.
(Even if she did take her coffee with far too much sugar in it.)