Matt Murdock Shorts

How Do You Solve A Problem Like A Slutty Roommate

You're sitting, peacefully writing a paper in the library (well, as peacefully as a college student can write a last-minute essay) when someone walks by your table and crashes to the ground. You look over to see a cute brunette scrambling to stand up.

"Oh my god, are you okay?"

He lets out a breath, righting himself. "I'm fine. My pride is a little hurt, but my roommate always tells me I need to loosen up."

"Are you sure?" You glance down to see what he tripped on. "Fuck. I'm so sorry."

"It's not your fault."

"It is a little. You tripped on my backpack."

"Oh, well I could've been paying more attention."

"Yeah, and you might be able to see better if you took your glasses off inside." You joke.

"Wait, is that the real reason blind people can't see? Oh my god, how long have you been keeping the cure to yourself? If only we knew sooner."

"Fuck. First I trip you, then I blame you for it. I'm sorry."

He lets out a little laugh. "It's fine."

"I'm probably digging myself a hole here, but why don't you have a cane or a dog?"

"No, you're fine. Uh, I came back from the showers to a sock on the door so I came here."

"I hope it was a clean sock. And I hope your dog isn't stuck in there with them."

He laughs. "It was clean, from what I could tell, and I don't have a dog."

"There is a god."

He laughs. "Uh, do you mind if I sit?"

"Not at all."

-0-

An hour and countless dirty looks from other students later, the Librarian asks you to leave or shut up. You apologize, but you can't bring yourself to mean it.

"Do you want to get out of here?" Matt asks.

"It looks like we'll be escorted out if we don't leave, ourselves."

He chuckles. "Well, we can't have that. This is kind of my hideout."

"Does this happen to you often?" You stand and gather your things.

"Enough that I need a designated spot to escape to." He tentatively takes your arm. "Do you mind leading me? I'd prefer not to trip again tonight."

"That sounds like a lot of pressure."

He laughs. "I trust you."

"You met me an hour ago. Matt, how have you gotten this far in life trusting strangers like this?"

"Most of them have been devout Catholics or nuns until a year ago. Now I have Foggy."

"The roommate who locked you out while you were in the shower?"

"Yeah. Anyway, it's generally frowned upon to take advantage of a blind man."

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"You want me to double date with you and Marci?" Matt raises his brows in Foggy's direction from his spot on the other side of the dorm.

"Yeah! It'll be great."

"Okay, let's say, for the sake of discussion, that I agree. Who would I be going out with?"

"One of Marci's friends." Foggy states as if Matt would trust Marci to be a good judge of character.

"One of Marci's friends." Matt repeats.