Sherlock is in his early twenties; I don't have a specific age. Not a teenage frosh, thank you. Twenty-two/twenty-three, I'd say? That would put our young Watson at about twenty-five.
I'm not very clever at chapter titles, if you've noticed (if anyone has suggestions for better title names, I'd be thrilled to hear them, or suggestions for titles in general that I can weave a bit into, haha). Also, please feel free to leave me criticism like "This is getting boring; get it back on track!" or "You'r writing style isn't up to par with previous chapters; do it again!" I won't be upset, I'll be grateful.
Genius
"My guess," Mike continued, going to the fridge to refill the cream, "is that he doesn't like you taking Kimiko's place. The two of them had a mutual agreement or whatever; she would see him sit down and bring him the same thing. She'd been doing it ever since he started over at Imperial, a year after I started working here."
"That's it, then? He doesn't like that I don't know to bring him tea and biscuits?"
Mike flashed him a smile. "Kind of a high-maintenance fellow, don't you think? But he's a genius."
"Oh, that's nice...wait, what?"
Prompt was #27: cream