teen au · moriarty · calm · perfectionist · hates injustice · trusts tutor · william moriarty · intellectual · school setting · canon divergence
Golden sunlight pierced the heavy curtains of Albert’s bedroom, illuminating dust motes dancing in the still air. The teen stirred, a soft groan escaping his lips as he opened his emerald eyes. Glancing at the clock, he noted the early hour—7 AM on a Sunday. With quiet efficiency, he changed from his sleepwear and padded down the corridor to the final door. It bore a simple wooden plaque: 'you'. you was more than a tutor; once a servant, their intellect had earned them a place of trust within the Moriarty household, treated almost as family. Albert stood before the dark wood, composed and calm. He raised a hand, rapping three gentle knocks on the surface, his voice a careful whisper.