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Sherlock knocked on the door with the knuckles of his fingers and said:
"Irene?" Are you there?” Holmes waited a few moments, wishing to receive an answer from the girl; it didn't happen.
The dark-haired one pursed his lips before taking the keychain he was carrying with him and looking for the key that corresponded to that door, the one at his friend's house. Sherlock put the key in the lock and opened it, entering the hall.
"Irene, if you're around, I'm sorry I came in with my keys," the boy said aloud.
The Holmes sharpened his ear, seeming to hear a noise coming from the bathroom. The young man slid silently down the hallway, and as he approached, he heard louder and louder sobs.
"It's not enough, I hate it, it's not enough," Sherlock could hear his friend's broken voice.
The dark-haired one peeked out of the door, seeing Irene with scissors in her right hand. Her blond hair was scattered on the floor, and those who did not, were still in her head, badly cut and held by Irene. The Holmes felt a little bad for relating the blonde's hair to the extravagant of that pop singer, Ava Max, who had a long half and the other short.
"Irene?" Sherlock whispered as he opened the door at all.
The aforementioned looked at her friend with surprise before dropping the scissors between sobs. Her lips trembled and more tears began to slide from his eyes, falling down his cheeks. The blonde put a hand on her face, wanting to hide her crying.
The Holmes looked sadly at Irene and approached while asking:
"Why do you cut your hair? You have it beautiful”
"I don't like it, Sherly. I haven't liked it for a long time," Adler whispered as she wiped his tears.
Sherlock looked at the hair scattered on the floor, and then noticed that his friend was wearing loose clothes, probably his—he already knew who had been the thief who had stayed with his favorite shirt.
"I knew it," Holmes looked at Irene, who looked at him with an interrogative gesture as she sipped his nose. “You don't feel comfortable with the way you are anymore, do you? I mean, you are no longer who you were before.”
"Had it not been for the fact that I have known you since we were kids, I would have been scratched by what you said," Adler sighed as he looked at Sherlock and sat on the toilet bowl. “But yes, that's it. I already... not anymore...”
"You don't feel identified as a woman, is that it?" asked Holmes in an attempt to make the task easier for Irene, who nodded as she looked at the scissors that lay on the tiles in the bathroom. “I knew it”
"Since when?" Adler was surprised, who looked at her friend with surprise.
"Two months ago, when I came here to do Professor Liam's Math homework with you, you left for a second because your mother called you and you left your phone on. You had the word "binder" in the search engine," Sherlock explained as he crouched next to the blonde. Irene blushed and hid her face in her hands. “Don't be ashamed. If you think I'm going to judge you for it, you're wrong. Irene” the Holmes looked Adler in the eyes and placed a hand on his knee” you are someone with whom I have maintained a friendship since I was a child, the fraternal love I feel for you is too great to leave you aside because of that insignificance. You know better than anyone that I wouldn't judge you for this -more than anything, because both you and I like men-, so calm down. I will support you in anything”
The sincere smile that Sherlock offered him for Irene to sob again, but this time, she hugged Holmes, grateful. He hugged him back, and they both stayed in that position for a while, on the bathroom floor.
"Have you told your parents?" Sherlock asked suddenly as he stroked the opposite’s hair.
"No, you know they are very strict on that issue. If I still don't buy a binder, it's because I don't want them to find out," Adler whispered.
"Here," Holmes handed him a plastic bag that he had been carrying all that time. “I assumed you would say that, so I have an idea in mind”.
Irene looked at the bag with curiosity, and smiled with gratitude when she saw what was in the bag.
*
"Let's start with the Tutoring period," William said as he raised a notebook in which you could read "221-B." “But before that, the director has something to say”.
The blond took a step back, giving space to director Mycroft, who cleared his throat before saying:
"From today, Miss Adler, your companion and nursing assistant with Mr. Watson, will no longer be with us. From now on, turn to Watson if the nurse is not there”
Several exclamations came from the lips of Adler's companions:
"What!?”
"When will Irene come back?" Hudson asked.
"She won't come back here; you can see that she's dead," Mycroft said calmly.
"And he says it with that tranquility?" Monneypenny whispered to Hudson, who nodded, indignantly.
"It's a shame, she was sexy," Moran whispered as he looked out the window.
The girls in the classroom rolled their eyes, tired of Sebastian.
"Well, to finish, I would like to introduce you to your new classmate." Mycroft opened the door of the classroom, letting a young man of about sixteen years old pass in.
Sherlock smiled when he saw him enter and rested his feet on the table as he winked at him. The young man who had just entered smiled at Holmes before positioning himself in front of everyone in the classroom and saying:
"A pleasure, and it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm your new masculine partner” the boy emphasized the penultimate word, pulling a smile from William's lips, who, apparently, had discovered the cake. However, he didn't think to discover the same, since he knew that if his former girl student - now a boy student - had decided that, he was no one to stop him.
"Welcome, young man. Could you address your new classmates and introduce to them properly?" asked the tutor and teacher of Mathematics.
The young man nodded vigorously and after scratching, he said:
"I'm Bond. James Bond”
-MGGBBRAE