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(Prompt by @glows-n-the-dark sorry if it is ooc 😞)( @helloliriels i know you said you wanted to be tagged i hope you enjoy!!!)

Click…click

The sound of the aged door opening and closing rang through the small flat, and soon so did John’s footsteps as he hung up his worn-out black coat upon the two small wooden hooks he often did. As he dragged his legs with him over to his chair, the scent of hand sanitiser sticking to him like velcro, he finally sat down with a hearty and exhausted sigh. However, the absence of foot steps, clinking of test tubes, or even just a certain detective’s voice greeting him definitely did stick out to the doctor. He sat up a bit straighter and let his blue eyes scan over his surroundings before getting up and going to the fridge to see if there was any note, but just as he reaches it, the door clicks open yet again.

In the doorway, Sherlock stands panting and holding onto the door frame for support.

“Are you okay?”

John’s voice makes Sherlock’s eyes dart up at him instantly, already scanning the blonde’s face, but it’s an emotion he can’t yet fully read.

“Yes, yes, I just ran inside so that the rain wouldn’t catch me.”

Sherlock says as calculated as ever, as if it were a normal thing to say on a very dry autumn’s day.

“Sherlock It hasn’t rained for days.“

“It’s due to rain soon; I can tell it is.”

The detective states as he strides into the living room and sits on a chair, John following him and sitting opposite him on the sofa. Sherlock’s eyes are fixed on John’s furrowed brow, and John can very obviously tell he is being analysed and can also tell that the silence is making him feel uncomfortable, so he decides to break it.

“I went to ASDA earlier; I bought those biscuits you like.”

This made Sherlock raise an eyebrow.

“On what occasion?”

He questioned, suspiciously

“No occasion at all; I just had some money left over and I didn’t want anything extra, and I saw 'em, and it made me think of you, so I thought you’d like them." John leans back a bit in his chair and relaxes his face a bit, which only confuses the detective further, causing him to lean in and narrow his eyes even further, and, in turn, makes John even more confused himself.

“Something the matter?”

“No, no, continue talking.”

"Well, it seems like you are just analysing everything I’m saying.”

“I usually do that.”

"Yeah, but you don’t normally look like..." John sighs and ignores it; maybe Sherlock was upset and just needed some more reassurance?

However, Sherlock's mind could only comprehend John’s actions as the blonde thinking he can’t buy things for himself or ridiculing him for enjoying the biscuits.

The following day John has a day off work, and he, of course, rests up, but he can’t seem to stop thinking about how suspiciously Sherlock was looking at him the day before; did he not feel loved? Cared about? John wasn’t sure why Sherlock was so confused, but he snapped out the confusion as an idea came into his mind.

“I’m going shopping,” John calls out as he puts on his coat.

“Call me if you need me." He adds

“You went shopping yesterday; I have good memory, John,” Sherlock replied, his eyes drawn in an almost accusatory manner and racing over John to see what he could possibly be hiding or even slightly inferring.

“I never said you didn’t, Sherlock,” John says and laughs an awkward and dry laugh before slipping out of the door, leaving an extremely suspicious, irritated, and honestly confused Sherlock to ponder by himself.

John returned home soon; the trip had taken longer than anticipated, but he had his materials none the less. As he opens the door, his eyes immediately wander and fall on a note that lay upon the mahogany coffee table.

‘Case-SH’

It was a simple note but an obvious indication that Sherlock wished to be left alone, only momentarily because he left a note at the very least. Great, at least now John had more time to get everything ready. Sherlock, on the other hand, was attempting to occupy himself in the case, but he found it difficult not to talk out loud, and the lingering thought that maybe he should get used to it made him feel like a ticking time bomb.

Sherlock was shaking when he came home; the smell of cooked ham made him nauseous; it buried every feeling of hunger that only a few moments earlier was his biggest distraction. Of course, it didn’t take someone as observant as him to see, and John immediately caught on once the brunette came into his vision.

"Sherlock, are you okay? How did the case go?”

Concern was in his voice, but Sherlock brushed it off. John wouldn’t be concerned about him; no one would; if they did, then he wouldn’t have worked alone for that long, and then he wouldn’t have been in such deep holes of somberness and melancholy in his life.

“I made your favorite." The doctor said gently

“Why?” Sherlock’s tone was nothing but hostile as he looked at John; his fists were clenched.

“I don’t need you to take care of me; I can take care of myself—I'm not a child!” The brunette exclaims, He felt like he was talking to Mycroft; the lack of haughty eyes penetrating him and the presence of a more softer, almost confused look on the man in front of him’s face made him feel that something was off.

“I’m not taking care of you because I think you can’t take care of yourself.“

“Then why?”

John sighed. He walked toward Sherlock and stared him in the eyes.

“Because I can tell that you are tired and you probably haven’t genuinely been cared for in a bit.” Sherlock’s eyes were less sharp and just raced across John’s face, which urged John to continue to talk.

“And if I want to take care of you, I bloody will because that’s my issue, no? Are you hungry?” He finished with

“Starving” Sherlock’s eyes for once drooped, and he took off his coat before getting the food. However, before he could eat, he looked over at John from the sofa and spoke up.

“I need to think about a case, and I work better if I can speak out loud." He looked up at John through his chocolate-coloured curls, and with a soft smile, John sat down next to him. Eventually, John got the courage to lean his head on Sherlock’s shoulder, and despite Sherlock momentarily pausing from eating and talking, he leaned his own head against the doctor’s and continued to speak as well as relaxing his shoulders.

Maybe it’s nice to be taken care of some times...

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