uni!fem!sherlock’s hair is always messy. not like, sexy messy, but literally messy. one time she found a pencil stub in there from math class two days ago. her curls are all over the place, and she can barely keep them pinned up all nice and in place. sometimes the intensity of them even breaks the pins. when she can manage it, of course, it falls in sweet, glossy ringlets down around her head, stopping at her mid back. she’s thought of cutting it off, but she sort of likes the grown-in look, and is really waiting for it to get warmer to cut it off. now, in winter, she’ll braid it and put it in a beanie. one day, she’s in the library, and she takes off her beanie. somehow, the static of the fabric has her head fluffing up, frizzing up, and she hears a chuckle from the other table. she looks over, and there’s a pretty heart-faced girl with smooth, managed blonde hair that falls to her collarbone in two smooth sheets beside her head. and she’s blushing and smiling. and sherlock gets the dopiest look on her face, staring at her, hair sticking up everywhere. she tries to be cool and stick a pencil behind her ear, but she jabs her eye with the eraser and squeaks. the girl laughs, and its the prettiest and sweetest sound sherlock has ever heard. she’s blushing, eye watering, when the girl picks up her medical books and moves to sit at her table. then they fall in love
