Sherlocki

This warmth was familiar. You snuggled closer to the boy sitting beside you, a certain red-haired, competitive, shark-toothed teen whose warmth and presence was strong and smelled like chlorine and something else you couldn’t quite put your finger on. But it was familiar, so you nuzzled your forehead further into your boyfriend’s neck. You liked his smell. A light breeze blew, ruffling your hair and the green tie around your collar. If only it could stay like this forever. The two of you were sitting quietly together under a tree in the courtyard of Iwatobi High School. The final bell had rung hours ago, but you still waited for