A/N: Hello all! So this is the first installment of an ongoing fic I have started. It is basically a compilation of a bunch of small one-shots all taking place while the best damn avocados are in college. So please enjoy!

"Hey, I'm gonna clean up the room. Dust and what not." Foggy called to his roommate as he dug for the proper cleaning supplies. Matt had earphones in and his fingers were running quickly over his braille textbook; he didn't give any indication of actually hearing what Foggy had said.

Foggy wasn't normally one to be a clean freak. He wasn't super disorganized, he had a system that worked and he really didn't feel the need to mess with it.

Except for dusting.

Matt had allergies. Not to anything aside for dust and they weren't even that bad, but if tidying up every once in a while would keep his friend from suffering then Foggy would do it.

He decided to head over to Matt's side of the room first. His dresser and desk didn't have much on them in the way of personal belongings so it made for a quick and easy dusting.

But as Foggy prepared to wipe the wooden surfaces, one fact became glaringly apparent. The wood and what few knick-knacks Matt actually owned were spotless. Completely void of any dust whatsoever.

"Hey, did you clean over here?"

No response.

With a sigh Foggy trekked back over to his side of the room and traded his cleaning supplies for a pillow. Crossing back to the other side of the dorm, Foggy gently smacked Matt's leg with his pillow.

Matt jumped, fingers leaving the braille textbook, and pulling out his earphones quickly. "Jeez Foggy, you scared the shit out of me."

"Yeah," Foggy remarked in surprised confusion. "Not something I can normally do."

"I was studying. It's kind of a heavy topic. And you could've just tapped my shoulder. Did you need something?"

"Yes I could've and yes I do. I was gonna dust but I saw your half of the room was already clean?"

"Oh yeah, it was getting kinda dirty so I cleaned while you were at class yesterday."

Foggy blinked a few times before crossing his arms over his chest and huffing out a terse sigh. "And you didn't clean my half? You jerk!" There was absolutely no malice in Foggy's voice and the smile Matt could hear totally betrayed him, but Matt played along anyway.

"I was not about to brave the dangers of your half of the room Nelson. I'm fairly certain there's something living under your bed. It feeds on all the old take-out containers you haven't bothered to throw away."

"You know about those?" Foggy sounded sheepish.

"I don't need to be blind to smell those." Matt stated with a smile. A thought crossed his mind and the smile quickly faded, "What time is it?" He demanded, hand flying to his braille wrist watch, but he knew Foggy would be faster.

"Quarter to one."

"Shit I'm gonna be late!" Matt whirled off his bed and scrambled to slip his shoes on. He barely paused to grab his cane before he dashed out the door, arms still twisting into his backpack.

Foggy just shook his head with a laugh. Matt was probably the smartest person he knew, but man could he get side-tracked. Foggy chuckled once more before turning back to the room. It was time to do something about that monster under his bed.

When Matt returned to the dorm room a little over an hour later he wasn't all that surprised to find it empty. Foggy had a class at two that he usually attended. He was happily surprised by the clean scent of the room however. No food containers under the bed, no dust bunnies in the corners. The floor had even been mopped, though how and when they had acquired a mop Matt was unsure.

It brought a smile to Matt's face. Normally he detested when people did things for him, but there was just something different about Foggy. His intentions when he did do something for Matt. It wasn't out of pity or some misguided belief of Matt's helplessness. He did it because he truly wanted to help, and Matt knew Foggy would've done it for anyone. Not just for him. Not because he was blind.

They were barely a quarter of the way into the school year and already Matt could tell he and Foggy would work together wonderfully.