Matt Murdock (Daredevil)

Chapter 6

"Who thought it was a good idea to put numbers and letters together?"

Matt gives your arm an encouraging pat as you drop your head on the desk dramatically.

"We're almost done, three more questions." He encourages.

You sulk, lifting your head as you get back to work. You were really happy that Matt was practically a genius. Thankfully you wouldn't have to worry about any math specific courses after this semester. Reading out the question, Matt listens and then gives instructions on how to solve it.

He has a really patient way of teaching, especially since everything in your book looks like a foreign language. Whenever he breaks it down, it just makes more sense. For the next twenty minutes you keep at it. When you're done you pack up your books. The vibration of your phone catches your attention.

It's a message from Foggy.

"Can't make it tonight, I have a date."

You shake your head.

"Foggy has a date, so I guess movie night is canceled."

"That's okay, we can just watch the movie."

You stiffen.

"J-Just the two of us?"

In his room, alone, with no one else...

"Yeah, why not."

You finally get yourself to nod.

"S-Sure sounds like fun."

You wish you could stop yourself from acting so awkward around him now but you can't help it. With your bag packed, he takes your hand, much like every other time before. At this moment you're sort of fortunate that he's blind. You rather him not see how obvious your blush is.

"Something on your mind?"

"N-Not really."

You swear sometimes the guy is psychic. The whole falling for your best friend trope is just so predictable, you know that. But it's not like you could help it. You've known Matt for about two years now. It's not like you never thought he was attractive.

You just spent the first semester thinking he would steal Foggy, then the next, the three of you just became such a close trio that romantic love always seemed just out of the picture. You never even considered it. But since he's started tutoring you, you've begun to notice the little things.

Like the way his cheeks raise when he smiles, or how there's always a subtle hint of concern when you leave his dorm a little later than usual. Maybe it was the way he smelled so great all the time. Being close to him like this made you more conscious of all the reasons you'd gained a crush.

Whenever you think about it, all you can see is that you'll ruin the friendship if he ever finds out. With those thoughts now running through your head, you don't really have the heart to sit through a movie.

"Actually Matt, I think I'll pass on the movie night. I just remembered I have an assignment I need to take care of."

"Anything I can help with?"

You shake your head.

"No, I've got it. Thank you."

"No problem, if you need help just ask."

"I will."

You feel horrible lying to him like that, but you couldn't think of a better excuse that would be as believable. You're so distracted for the remainder of that night, you barely process it when your friendly neighborhood vigilante comes in.

"I take it you have a lot on your mind."

You lift your head a bit lazily, then blink. Once you process that he's there, you just send a halfhearted wave.

"Hey Mr. Daredevil."

He takes a seat and patiently waits for you to say what's on your mind.

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

From the delay in his response, you can tell he doesn't see the question coming.

"I don't."

You just let out another sigh and he laughs. When he places his hand on your shoulder, you look up.

"You know you can tell me anything, I won't judge. I'm not exactly a saint."

That earns him a smile. With a soft giggle, you pull the pillow closer to your chest.

"It's just that recently I've realized that I have feelings for a friend of mine. He's a great guy, so sweet. The sweetest. He's kind, and patient and he always listens whenever I rant to him, kind of like you. I know I can depend on him for anything. I really want to tell him how I feel but I don't exactly have any experience with guys or relationships and I'd be so sad if things got awkward because he doesn't feel the same. "

You puff your cheeks, burying your face in the pillows.

"I've never even kissed a guy before!" You complain.

He seems unsure how to proceed. He's the one that insisted that you could confide in him, but this seems more like a situation for a girl because he's not sure if he'll say the right thing.

More than anything, he's curious. As far as he knew, he was the closest male friend you have besides Foggy. It's not like you didn't speak to any other guys, it's just that he's never seen you spend as much time with anyone outside of your trio group.

The thought of you harboring feelings for some guy makes him a bit jealous. He should just give you some encouraging words and leave it alone, but he has to know, he needs to.

"This guy, is he one of the friends you mentioned before?"

You nod, pulling your face away from the pillow.

"It's Matt." You confess softly.

"It's me..."

His head moves back over in your direction. You're still holding unto the pillow for dear life, and despite himself, he smiles. He should be comforting you, but the fact that he knows now, he can't help but smile.

"Why don't you tell him?"

You shook your head vigorously.

"I can't! You've never met him but I'm telling you, Matt is gorgeous. He's like a model. Just the thought of saying that to him it.." You bury your face back into the pillow and he laughs.

"If you don't say anything you'll never know how it'll go."

"It's probably better that way." Your muffled voice replies.

More than anything he wants to reach out and tell you that there's no need to worry. He'd very much like to hold you, touch you, kiss you, but like this, he doesn't have that right. Here he's a friend to you. It can't go any further than that.

To you, he is Daredevil and you want Matt Murdock.

"I can't say for sure how he feels, but I know that if there was someone like you that held those feelings for me, I'd be ecstatic."

This time you raise your head slowly. His words are more than touching, and you find yourself comforted by the sincerity behind his smile.

"You really mean that?"

"I do."

You blush, holding your cheeks.

"You player you, okay, I'll tell him."

You seem to have shifted into a giddy mess and he laughs.

"Was it really that easy?"

"Yep, thanks again!"