WHOOOOO.
School's been out for two weeks, I'm a senior in high school, and living the summer high life. It's time to get back in the swing of writing :)
Sorry for my absence, lovelies. I'll be updating more, I promise!
He Doesn't Realize
John looked at his watch. "I should go to bed. I'll be in a state of disrepair tomorrow morning if I deprive my body of good sleep."
Sherlock nodded. "Of course. Good night, John."
John stood, causing Sherlock's bed to creak, and stretched, smiling slightly. "Good night to you too, Sherlock." A sudden flush crept up his neck. "I hope you like your gift."
Sherlock looked at his flatmate with mild curiosity, but John was already heading out towards his room.
Sherlock leaned back and smiled. He doesn't realize he's already given me the best gift.
Prompt was from Javien Deluke, and it was: disrepair