A/N: Hello everyone! Sorry it's been so long since I've updated! Life has gotten super crazy so I really can't guarantee how often I'll be able to update this, but just know that as long as there are lovely readers out there who are enjoying this I will continue it!
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Phew! That was deep. Anywho, this chapter was a request, and as such I'd like to dedicate it goldacharmed. Thanks for the idea, I hope this satisfies!
As always, ideas are welcome, now sorry for this long-ass author's note, onto the part you guys actually came for!
He honestly hadn't known. It was pure coincidence, although if that made things better or worse, Matt wasn't sure.
The night had started off almost like any other Friday, except instead of going out with Foggy, Matt had adventured out on his own, because Foggy had a date.
Matt didn't really have much of a plan for the evening; relax, enjoy a few drinks, flirt a little. When he'd entered a small bar a few good blocks away from campus he didn't even think about Foggy and his date. He'd simply sat down at the bar with a heavy sigh and ordered a slightly heavier drink than usual.
"Rough week?" A soft, feminine voice asked conversationally.
"You could say that." Matt replied with a small, tired grin. He could tell the girl was attractive, long hair and fair features. Matt could tell without really trying that she was a college student, they were probably in the same grade. "Two tests and a presentation. But enough about me, what about your week?"
"Well," the girl began, spinning on her stood to fully face him. "I had a wonderfully easy week, which, believe me, is a most needed reprieve."
"Why so busy?"
"Double major. I should've listened to my mother and majored in music."
Matt was just about to inquire as to what her two majors were when a familiar voice called his name. "Matt?"
Matt couldn't help but cringe, knowing without even asking that the vacant seat on the girls' right belonged to his roommate. "Hey Foggy."
"Oh, you two know each other?" The girl questioned hesitantly, sounding slightly embarrassed.
"We're actually roommates." Foggy supplied, taking the empty seat.
"Really? Wow, what a small world huh?"
"Yep."
"The tinniest." Matt added before the three lapsed into an uncomfortable silence. "Well, I should actually be going." Matt said suddenly, standing and preparing to leave.
"Do you have to?" The girl questioned, moving as if to stand as well.
"Yeah, I've actually got an event tomorrow. Foggy knows the one."
"Oh-uh-yeah. The early thing." Foggy added clumsily.
Matt sighed, mentally face-palming. Foggy was such a bad liar. They'd maybe have to work on that sometime. "I'll see you later Foggy." Matt said with a smile before quickly making his retreat, barely having touched his drink.
"So." Foggy said awkwardly.
"So, that guy's your roommate?"
~Daredevil~
The door opened earlier than Matt had expected and the shuffling of his roommate's feet burst into focus.
"Hey." Foggy called dejectedly.
Matt cringed, the date had ended worse than he'd thought. "Hey, how was-?"
"Oh, she wanted to know your name, and major, and what it's like to live with a blind guy."
"Foggy I'm sorry, I honestly didn't know-"
"How could you?" Foggy cut him off, pausing to kick off his shoes and discard his coat on the floor, then he flopped onto his bed with a sigh. "Anyway, it doesn't really matter."
He was lying, Matt didn't need his enhanced senses to tell him that. "It does though, doesn't it?"
Foggy remained silent for a moment, biting his lip. "You already know it does, in that way you always just know stuff."
Matt closed his eyes with a heavy sigh but didn't say anything, waiting to let Foggy vent.
"I mean, I know it's not your fault, and I absolutely don't blame you, but man, that was my first date in months! It's hard to pick up girls, I mean, for the rest of the men in the world who aren't carved from marble and built like gods."
"I don't know anyone who meets that description Foggy." Matt stated seriously.
"Matt, come on! You are one of the most attractive men I have ever laid eyes on, and I mean that in the straightest way possible!"
"Foggy seriously-"
"Don't even try to deny it Matt, you're a sexy beast and you know it!"
Matt couldn't help the surprised laugh that escaped his throat before an idea came to him. "Hey, what if I actually acted as your wingman?"
"Wait, for real?"
"Well, it was your idea." Matt stated, referring to the conversation they'd had freshman year.
"I had been almost, mostly 100% joking when I said that."
"Then I'm talking to the miniscule percentage of you that had been kind of, semi-serious."
"You're actually going to be my wingman?" Foggy questioned, heart fluttering excitedly.
"Of course. I owe you."
"Dude, this is totally going to be epic!"
From then on the two made a tradition of sorts. Not every time, but sometimes when they went out and an attractive girl would come up to matt and ask about basically anything, he'd surreptitiously guide her to Foggy.
The script was the same for just about any topic. The girl would say something along the lines of: "are you into blank" and Matt would very smoothly reply, "you know, I can't say that I am, but you know who is? My roommate, Foggy." And then he'd leave the two alone.
It worked surprisingly well nine times out of then, and Foggy had been right, it was epic.