@SilverLiningCloud oh, sorry for the late response! and yes, :^) i was going to continue the fic (Strangest was just a one-shot though) but i currently have no inspiration....
here's what i started to write for the morning after...:
Daredevil sat in the flat Matt Murdock owned, head in his hands.
Currently, what was racing through his mind was an amalgam of the night before.
Oh, how could he be so careless? Letting a street thug get the best of him like that. All the while not even noticing how close the encounter was to your house. Which, in the back of his mind, annoyed him; trouble was so close to you… But it was Hell’s Kitchen, after all.
Oh, how could he be so dumb? Acting so flirty and coy like that—teasing you the way only he knew how. Being so… Matt. Being so not Daredevil. Luckily, you weren’t the most observant guy around. You also seemed to be swimming in your thoughts that night.
Thoughts about him.
In the middle of his apartment, Matt Murdock let himself slip on a smile.
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It was your house but you still couldn’t define the trudge to the bathroom as anything but a walk of shame. When you fluttered your eyes open, you made a move to stretch before realizing you ached. Then you remember what happened last night and flushed so hard your cheeks were burning.
How could you?! Thank God Daredevil had the foresight to realize that it’d be an awkward morning saying hello to a man you didn’t even know and belt out of there. The window to your balcony was open, the curtains fluttering from morning breeze.
