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So. This is awkward. I started writing this with all the intentions to create a short but fun-filled piece, and I ended up with feels instead.
I also ended up making it Matt/Foggy.

Still, I hope its ok with you, op, and that you will enjoy. I also hope someone better than me at humor will write something for this prompt because the idea is hilarious and I'm sure it could produce some high quality fun story.

For now, have my fill.

It had been a slow day. Summer heat has engulfed the city, sticky and suffocating, and all three of them were sitting at their respective desks panting like dogs after a run, all windows wide open with the hope of letting a non existent wind in.
Foggy looked up from the paragraph he had read four times without actually understanding a single word with a low whine. He would gladly jump into a tub full of ice at the moment. He couldn’t stand heat, it made his hair stick on his face and a his skin sheen with a constant veil of sweat. Not to mention it just killed any will to do anything in him.
“I can’t wait until we are not-broke enough to afford air conditioning…” He sighed to himself, voice low. “The day we get one, I’ll dance naked in the office, I don’t even care.”
It was a empty promise made to himself, but as he pondered if he should go and beg Matt and Karen with the promise of a lovely naked dance, he caught a movement over the glass separating his office from the other rooms with the corner of his eye.
Matt, sitting in office with his shirt half open and dark hair sticking to his forehead, was chuckling.
Foggy pondered for a second if his friend had just gone insane because of the heat, laughing to himself for no apparent reason, before remembering that, right, super powers.
Suddenly Foggy felt very awake, sitting straighter in his chair. He still found himself surprised about the realization that Matt had superpowers, from time to time. He really never thought about that much, he’d rather avoid thinking about it at all if he could (he was never gonna get over the fact that Matt could read him like an open book. In braille. And probably had heard him every time he masturbated when they were in college. Dammit, Matt.). So there were moment like this, when Matt would do something he really wasn’t supposed to, and Foggy would feel utter confusion for a second before remembering.
So, Matt could hear Foggy whisper to himself from across the other side of the office. It wasn’t really that surprising considering he’d admitted he could recognize Foggy’s heartbeat from blocks away, but it was the first time that Foggy really understood the implications of it.
He launched another look at Matt, that had already got back to his reading, his hands going back and forth on the paper and his mouth a tense line of concentration. Foggy stared at him for a little while more, before barely whispering out “A banana in a tutu.”
Matt’s hands stopped abruptly. He turned his head up and slightly to the left, in Foggy’s general direction, his right eyebrow tilting over the edge of his glasses in a quiet display of confusion.
Foggy found himself grinning like and idiot, a little laugh bubbling in his throat.
Oh, this was gonna be so much fun.

**

His newfound weapon had to be used wisely.
This is the decision Foggy had reached, when he thought about it. If he started whispering non-sense at Matt all the time, it would not only lose the surprise factor, but also probably make Matt shut his voice out with his freaky selective hearing and ninja meditation powers of ninja-ness.
No, Foggy had a nuke in his hand, and he was gonna deploy it at the right times, just when Matt started to forgive about it all over again.
(But man, was it hard to patiently wait for the right time. He had come so close so many times. But still, he resisted. Foggy was a warrior.)
Thankfully, the perfect occasion showed itself one August night, in the form of a surprise call made by Brandon East, douchebag extraordinaire.
Foggy and Matt had the unlucky experience to meet him back in college. One year older than them, tall and lanky with dark hair and blue eyes, Brandon has immediately shown his true face when the first thing he did upon meeting him and Matt had been scanning Matt with a look that screamed ableism from a mile away. Foggy had made sure to don’t made any connection with the guy at all, never really explaining to Matt why.
Then one day Brandon flat out said that Foggy better drop the “dead weight” if he wanted to actually have a career while Matt was sitting right at his side and, well- Foggy wasn’t a violent person by nature, but breaking one of his knuckles on the idiot’s jaw had been extremely satisfying.
(a little less satisfying when Matt insisted on taking notes for him in classes so he wouldn’t strain his hand, and then pestered him incessantly until Foggy gave in and let Matt teach him how to properly throw a punch once he was healed.)
(Now that he thought about it, that should’ve been his first clue. But then again, Matt’s dad was a boxer, so sue him for not being surprised about Matt knowing how to throw a punch.)
Thankfully, Brandon never spoke to them ever again after that incident, a fact that made Foggy wonder repeatedly why he didn’t just flat out decked him in the face the second he laid those disgusting eyes on Matt.
They had more or less forgot about him as soon as they graduated. That was, until the call.
Foggy had answered, distracted and vaguely hoping that the unknown number could mean a client magically dropping in their laps from the sky.
‘Foggy, buddy!’
Foggy frowned at the overly cheerful voice he didn’t recognize. “Huh?”
‘Long time no see! Don’t you remember me? It’s Brandon, Brandon East!’
Foggy blinked, a step away from saying “excuse me, who are you, again?” before something in his brain clicked.
“Brandon East?” He repeated, slowly. “…From college?”
Matt, sitting across the table tapping at his braille display, looked up and for a moment Foggy felt worried that his eyebrows would get lost in his dark hair, seeing at how fast and high they climbed up Matt’s forehead.
‘Yeah! So, how are things going? I heard you and Matty got your own firm going and all that!’
Matt silently mouthed “Matty?”, which clued Foggy in the fact he was actively listening to the other side of the conversation. Foggy replied with a vague but clear gesture of “what the fuck” with his free hand that Matt couldn’t see but surely perceive the general meaning behind it.
“Huh, yeah, you know how things are. We wanted to… Have our own thing and all.” Foggy babbled, at a complete loss of how to react. “Getting the ball rolling. Things. Why are you calling?” He added with honest to god confusion in his voice. Matt clearly rolled his eyes behind the glasses and murmured “Very subtle, Nelson.”
Brandon replied with a fake laugh, if he ever heard one. ‘I was thinking about organizing a reunion with old college buddies. I was making a mental list, and then remembered you two! I thought “man, it wouldn’t be a reunion without Nelson and Murdock, those two scoundrels”’
Foggy mouthed “scoundrels”. Matt basically faceplanted the desk.
‘I made some calls and thankfully I got your number. Man, you can’t say no, basically everyone its gonna be there.’
Foggy was sure he just landed into an alternative universe, because there was no way this was really happening. It had to be Matt’s fault, with all his superhero antics.
“Uhm, It’s a very tempting invitation…” Foggy said, trying to muster some real conviction into the words. “But… Uhm-“
‘C’mon, Marci Sthal is coming too! You had a thing going with her, right?’
Foggy wasn’t gonna ask how he knew that because he hated gossip and also ugh, East spying on him. Gross. “Yeah, I guess. We just friends now. Look, Brandon, it’s a really nice idea, but me and Matt are pretty busy now-“
Matt snorted a little at the obvious lie.
“-So I can’t make any promise. When this thing is gonna be?”
‘This Sunday, at nine. I rented a place, I’ll text you the address!’ Brandon said, still too cheerfully for Foggy’s taste. ‘You gotta be here, or I will be offended for the rest of my life!’
Foggy wasn’t sure how he stopped himself from saying “More than you were when I broke your jaw?”, it was right on the tip of this tongue. Instead, he replied “Cool! We’ll try our best. Thanks for reaching out.”
‘Anytime. Sunday, dress nicely!’
When the call finally ended, Foggy unglued the phone from his ear and looked at it as if it was an alien object.
“…Did that just happened?” He asked to no one in particular, and Matt huffed a small chuckle.
“Well, that was unexpected. Are we going?” He said, voice even.
“What? Of course not!” Foggy replied, frowning. “He invited us to be the laughing stock, Matt! ‘Ehi, look at these two idiots that left Landman & Zack arm in arm to go save the world!’ He clearly thinks we are worthless losers and wants us there so he could elbow all his pals, snickering, and brag about all the money he’s making bullying people for corporations!”
“You talked with him over the phone for, like, a minute and a half.” Matt replied, sliding the glasses off his face. “You can’t know that. It has been years. Maybe he has changed.” He added, always the logic and cool one.
“People like him doesn’t change, Matt. He was a daddy’s boy with more money he could ever use and a god complex, do you think making even more money suddenly turned him into a saint?” Foggy replied, passionately and with a not thin streak of irony in his voice. “He was a dumbass and he still is. I’m not going here so people could point at me and laugh, and neither do you. They are not worth a minute of our time.” He ended his small rant with a tone of finality. Matt was about to reply when Karen strode in with two cups of coffee, asking “Where are you not going?”
“An old… acquaintance from law school invited us to a reunion.” Matt said, putting his glasses back on, mouthing a thank you when Karen put the cup in front of him. “Foggy thinks it’s gonna be armageddon, I think it wouldn’t be that terrible.”
“A reunion?” Karen said, voice clearly betraying her excitement at the idea. “Oh, no, we have to go! I need to listen to the tales of all the times Foggy put his foot in his mouth in college. I have to!”
“Tu quoque, Karen!” Foggy dragged his hands across his face. “Can we not, pretty please? It’s gonna be like willingly take a somersault into a pool full of sharks. Which sane person would do that?!”
“I don’t know.” Karen said, evenly. “You seems to have got taming sharks down to a tee, Foggy-bear.”
Matt giggle-snorted into his coffee as Foggy’s face darkened in a pout “I hate you both.”