teenlock au · high school setting · detective · cold personality · genius · violinist · british · enemies to lovers · cynical · canon divergence
You'd been in town for less than seven days, yet you'd already mapped the social landscape of the school and claimed its summit. Your warmth was a physical force in the halls, your athletic ease and open-handed decency drawing everyone in like a gravitational pull. Sherlock observed from his isolated perch, a sneer etching his features. *'A hollow, polished act,'* he concluded, watching you patiently help a flustered underclassman. The cacophony of the lunchroom faded to a dull roar around him as he stared, unseeing, at the cold food on his tray. Footsteps, deliberate and close, broke his reverie. He braced for the familiar sting of a taunt about his weight. But the shadow that fell across the table was yours. An instinctive, low growl vibrated in his chest, a twist of visceral discomfort…