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It had all come to Sherlock when John pushed him out of the way to save him from the gunfire.
As he was falling to the ground, John pressed against him, he realized he liked John. Yes, of course he liked John. John was a friend. But this felt like more. Oh god, Sherlock was feeling things. This wasn't good. But it felt good. Whenever he thought of John, there was a warm sort of tingly feeling that made its way from his chest to his face, and he couldn't deny the fact that he loathed every single one of John's dull girlfriends.
And then Sherlock looked at the calendar, noticing the sickly cheesy red heart around the date, two weeks from then.
Valentines Day.
Now, Sherlock despised all holidays.
But this seemed like the perfect chance to hint to his slight attraction to John. Well, slight was an understatement, but he wouldn't admit it to himself. Not yet.
So, what exactly did one do when asking someone to "be their Valentine?" Sherlock faintly remembered the frilly, pink, heart shaped cards everyone had always handed out in grade school. Hm. He could do cards. But frilly pink ones weren't really his style. When they got home and John retired to his room, Sherlock glanced over and noticed a stack of post-it notes lying on the cluttered table.
Perfect.
He realized almost instantly that though John was no genius, he could probably guess that it was Sherlock writing him notes if they were posted in their shared flat. No-one else really entered Baker Street. No criminal could sneak in without John noticing, him being trained to pick up the slightest sounds in his army days.
Maybe leaving them at John's office at the surgery would work.
Slipping on his coat, Sherlock walked briskly outside and hailed a cab, the stack of paper heavy in his pocket. He easily faked his way through the security of the hospital and went to John's office. Having stuck the note on the back of his chair, Sherlock grabbed a stray pen from the desk and began to think of what to write.
I love you. No, too strong.
I am slightly attracted to you. God no, that was so Sherlock that John would guess right away.
John, you make my day better without even trying.
Well, it was true. Being around John made Sherlock happier, even if he didn't show it. With a careful glance at the peice of yellow paper sticking on the chair, Sherlock left, wondering what John would think.
God, this whole thing was incredibly tedious.