I received an overwhelming amount of positive feedback in the forms of subscriptions, favorites, and comments. Thank you all so much; I'm very flattered. I'm a bit busy today but here is a little something in my thanks (I wasn't planning to update quite so quickly; I didn't think this little piece of work would get off the ground).
Sherlock is, surprisingly, human. Mycroft needs his boundaries set.
Breaking and Entering
Sherlock stared darkly at plum-colored rings beneath his eyes in the mirror.
It had been a late night with blood samples and now there were papers all over his desk mapping out possibilities he'd come to. The bleary collegian stumbled out to get dressed for the lecture he was to attend when he saw something on his desk.
I didn't leave a folder there...
He flipped the manila folder open and saw information on a man named John Watson. He instantly recognized him as the barista. Sherlock texted Mycroft.
Don't break into my dorm anymore. SH
You're welcome! MH
Prompt was #28: plum