Title: The Sound of Your Heart
Character: Matt Murdock
A/n: I was listing to the sound by the 1975 on the way home from a trip and this lyric just screamed Matt so I got this idea.
Part 2: http://ofnifflersandkings.tumblr.com/post/163965844467/title-opening-up-character-matt-murdock-an-i
Foggy looked up from his laptop screen and saw that Matt was still sitting in his chair with his glasses off, he glanced over at the door, but it was closed. “No, she isn’t?”
“I meant she’s outside.”
As if on cue, the door creaked opened and you peaked your head inside with a smile. “Morning, boys.”
Foggy turned to Matt, opening his mouth to ask him how in the hell he knew that, but dismissed it so he could get up from his chair to greet you. “(Y/n)! Have you finally come to seek our excellent lawyer expertise?”
“I’m afriad not today, Fog,” You said, pulling a paper bag from behind your back and handing it to him. “But I brought your favorite to make it up to you.”
Foggy looked inside and his whole face lit up. “Consider yourself forgiven.”
You owned a semi-popular bakery two buldings down from the firm. The first day you found out you were getting new neighbors you brought them over a small cake to welcome them, and thus becoming instant friends with both Foggy and Matt.
“I don’t actually know what kind of pastries you like, Matt. So I just made you coffee, I hope you don’t mind.” You placed a warm, cardboard cup into his hand.
“Of course not, you didn’t have to though.”
You smiled. “Yeah, but I like to,” You turned back to Foggy and clapped your hands. “Is Karen here? I brought her something too.”
“She’s in the other room.” Foggy answered as he returned to his chair, the floorboards creaking slightly as he did.
As soon as you closed the door Foggy turned back to Matt with a smug smile on his face. “It’s amazing, you might be blind but you still get the biggest doe eyes I’ve ever seen anytime (Y/n) comes over.”
Matt ducked his head to put on his glasses. “I have no idea what your referring to.”
“You know exactly what I’m talking about, jerk. Besides, the whole thing with always knowing when she’s here makes it obvious. I’m not gonna lie it’s a little creepy, impressive, but creepy.”
Matt knew how to hear the heartbeat of anyone in the same perimeter as him. But somehow, he knew the sound of your heart exactly. It was always a calm, dystinct rhythm that sounded like a song. He didn’t know how you did it, but it was always the same.
Sure, he could easily identify you by the smell of sugar and vanilla that always seemed to linger on you from the bakery, or the small hums you played to yourself whenever you were walking or working.
But your heartbeat was Matt’s favorite.
It was like something that was intended for his ears only, and it felt wonderfully intimate.
This caused a lot of trouble on his end, usually Matt was confident in his fancies because he could listen to their heartbeat to see if they liked him back. But yours’ was always calm and steady.
Matt couldn’t go based on actions either. You were a kind and generous person who went out your way to make those around you feel happy and loved. It was a trait he deeply admired in you considering all the bullshit he puts up with on a daily basis.
“So, are you gonna ask her out?” Foggy’s voice sounded a little fuzzy, and Matt could only assume he was already eating the doughnut you brought him. “Because seriously, if you don’t I just might, these things are amazing.”
Matt smiled, he could hear you making small talk with Karen in the other room. “I don’t know yet.”
“Come on, you’ve always been the ladies man of this operation. Just ask her out like you normally would.”
“It’s different this time. She’s different.”
Foggy sighed, slightly disappointed in his friends’ sudden lack of courage. “Whatever you say.”
Matt leaned back in his chair, canceling out all the rest of the noise in building and focused on you and your heartbeat.
Just as he was focusing in on the conversation, a muffled version of Karen’s voice mentioned his name.
And that’s when he heard it.
The sound of your heart rate picking up.