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The editor-in-chief of the college's newspaper, Charles Augustus Milverton was in the middle of reading through the articles to check them for this month' issue when the door of his office suddenly opened. Milverton turned his head over to see who was that and what they wanted - he expected the first-year student, Ruskin, who functioned as his secretary to come back with the coffee he ordered - but it was not him who stepped inside. No one stepped inside - instead, some kind of object fell near to Milverton's table and it began to emit smoke. Milverton felt that the panic immediately took over his body and it didn't let him move even while his mind was screaming that it's a bomb and he should get out as quickly as he can. But all he could do was scream in an inhuman voice, knowing well that he just personally humiliated himself with this action. He didn’t care about that now. He only cared that someone should save him and save him fast from this assassination attack.
Luckily, he didn't need to wait long for the rescue.
"CHARLES! CHARLES!"
He heard Ruskin's shriek as he jumped into the smoke-covered office. Milverton felt that the other man grabbed his arm and started to drag him outside. Luckily, he was able to get him out of the office before anything else happened. They both fell to the corridor from the force; Ruskin drew him into his arms a second later and turned his head towards himself.
"Charles, oh, Charles, are you alright? What happened? Who dared to try to hurt you?"
Milverton began to cough from the smoke he inhaled; he couldn't answer either of the questions at first. Ruskin overreacted the situation, and he thought that he was suffocating. So he covered his mouth with his own, trying to give him some air, but this only resulted in both of them coughing a moment later.
By the time he got better, Milverton completely understood what happened. It was not a bomb; someone just pranked him with a smoke-filled machine. Despite that the entire college loathed him for his slimy behaviour, only one person's name came to his mind who could have done this infuriating prank. Ruskin was still terrified and caressed his face with restless movements when Milverton finally answered.
"He will regret that.” He swore angrily. “That damn Sherlock Holmes.”
*****
In the meantime, the mentioned criminology student was listening to the commotion from the nearby classroom and he couldn't hold back his giggle. Next to him, his boyfriend, Louis was standing and kept rolling his eyes.
"You are so childish, Sherlock." He noted with some annoyance. "What was this even good for aside from trying to dismiss yourself again?"
Sherlock grinned and patted Louis' shoulder.
"I know that you enjoyed it under your unbothered facade, Lou." He winked at him. "I can see it in your eyes."
"Don't call me Lou." Louis answered but the corner of his mouth almost invisibly moved, showing that his boyfriend was very much right.