John Watson found himself in his usual place, reading the paper- like always-, sipping coffee with no sugar- as he was accustomed to do-, but something felt like the day would be far from normal. Of course, living with Sherlock Holmes meant that normalcy was in itself strange and rare. These suspicions were confirmed when Sherlock staggered through the door, his face grazed badly, clothes torn and limping slightly. Upon seeing the consulting detective collapse onto the couch, John leapt to his feet, dropping the paper he'd been reading.
"Sherlock?!"
"Mm?"
"Wh-what happened?!"
"Calm down, John. It was nothing."
Sherlock sat up, but the pr
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"John?"
"Mhm?" John looked up from his laptop and raised one eyebrow at his flatmate. "What i-..." He blinked and tried not to concentrate on the completely naked detective in front of him. "Sherlock? What the hell are you doing?"
"I can't find my sheet."
"Put on some clothes!" John stared at his laptop, he didn't dare to look up again, even as Sherlock was laughing.
"I just wanted to ask you, if you have seen my sheet somewhere. But as a result of your reaction I deduce that you haven't. You are ashamed to see your flatmate naked, or possibly like it, because you blushed and you can hardly keep yourself from looking at me again."
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