Guilty Pleasure

Fandom: Daredevil (Netflix)
Rated: G
Category: Double Drabble. Foggy Focus. Angst and Friendship.
Time Frame: Pre-series/college.
Spoilers: None/general series knowledge only.
Summary: Foggy knows he should feel at least a little guilty, enjoying something so much just because Matt can't do it, but he deserves this one thing, doesn't he?
Disclaimer: Everything Marvel belongs to the Man. (Not the Mouse.) Excelsior!

Matt was good at everything.

And Foggy was happy for him. Really. He was.

But sometimes, he still wanted to strangle him.

Tonight was one of those nights. Matt had breezed through his chemistry homework and was out with his latest while Foggy was still struggling on the fourth problem and cursing the fact that he had to take a stupid science course to begin with.

After his tenth try at the equation, he tossed his pencil on his desk and stood up.

He couldn't concentrate. There was no point in this. He had to get out, even if just for a bit.

So he grabbed his gym bag and took off.

Twenty minutes later, he was across town at the local ice rink. It was after hours, but he'd long since finagled a key from the manager with the promise of helping with the youth hockey league once a month.

Another hour later, he was drenched in sweat and he'd be sore soon, but he didn't care.

Because even though he knew he should feel privileged, being sighted and all, he really didn't.

Because Matt Murdock truly was good at everything.

Except ice skating.

That belonged to Foggy Nelson.

A/N: I once asked Elden Hensen if his version of Foggy Nelson can skate. He sort of chuckle-snorted once, then, very emphatically: YES. I've been meaning to write this since. Long live The Mighty Ducks.