||Matt Murdock x Reader|| One shots||

Foggy's roommate

College Matt x Reader

Word count: 2809

Warnings: Smut 

You walked from one side of the room to the other, stepping on your tippy toes and pushing a box on top of a large shelf. 

"Okay." You said, back on your feet. You wiped your hands on your jeans as you looked around the room, your eyes landing on Foggy. "I think everything is finally unloaded." 

"Already?" Foggy asked, looking up from his laptop. 

"Yeah," You said sarcastically excited. "It's funny how fast things go when you don't do shit." 

"Excuse me, I'm busy registering for classes." He pointed down at his laptop as you plopped down on his bed. You leaned your head forward, looking at the screen. 

"Punjabi?" You questioned looking at him with a confused look. "You chose Punjabi as your foreign language?" 

"Its spoken by 130,000,000 people, I at least wanna know what they're saying." Foggy looked at you like you where crazy for even questioning his ideas. "Besides, it's better then Spanish. People who take Spanish are boring." 

"I'm taking Spanish." 

"Exactly." 

"People who take Spanish are actually going to be able to use it, Foggy." You said, "How often do you think your going to be able to use Punjabi in a conversation?"

"Just you wait." Foggy said leaning back into the bed you where both seated on. "Once I become a big shot lawyer, I'm gonna get a client who speaks Punjabi. And guess who will be able to translate?" He pointed to himself, "This guy." 

You rolled your eyes, "Okay well I guess we'll see about that." You said standing up and looking around the room admiring your organization and decorating skills. 

"Are you sure your roommates not gonna be pissed about the fact you took the window bed?" You asked, looking around. "I had to flip a coin with the girl I'm rooming with. She refused to just let me have it." You said annoyed. 

"It's three o'clock, check in was at nine." Foggy said, sitting up. "If he wanted an opinion he should have been here."

You scoffed, "The only reason your even awake right now is because I showed up to your house at six in the morning and refused to leave until you woke up." You said, turning on Foggy's radio as 'Drops of Jupiter' played throughout the dorm room. 

"But I'm still here." He said exasperated, his hands out to the side.

You rolled your eyes, walking back over to the bed and plopping down next to Foggy. You laid on your back, throwing a hacky sack up in the air as he waited for the computer to load. 

A soft knock came from the door, followed by the door opening. You continued throwing the hacky-sack up in the air as he spoke. 

"Uh hi." A voice said, "Is this room 312?"

"Yeah, who you looking for-" Foggy looked up, seeing the man standing in his doorway. He wore a black sweater and had glasses on, along with a walking stick. 

You sat up, your eyes becoming wide when you saw him. 

"He's blind, dipshit." You whisper yelled to Foggy. 

Foggy's eyes widened, "Oh God- I'm sorry." 

The guy placed his bag down on the bed across from Foggy's. I guess he wouldn't mind not having the window bed considering he couldn't even see it.