𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊-𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐄𝐑~~toga x fem!reader

evidence is clear

"and what exactly does that dickhead want from me?" you snapped at the man infront of you. "im literally just a highschool student." you continued trying to lower the volume of your voice slightly.

"haha, don't play that act with me. i think you're forgetting that i know exactly who you are, y/n l/n." he humourlessly spoke with a sly looking smirk on his face.

"and what do you mean by that?" you questioned with a scowl and a raised eyebrow. "well, i know all about your act here, and your old friends." he smugly replied staring right into your eyes.

"what the fuck-" you said with visible confusion and frustration showing on your face. thoughts were tracing through your mind.

how did he have any idea of who you were?

how did this guy get all of this information?

and, the most important one, was he going to spread it?

"watch your profanity. if i really wanted to, i could expose you in the next thirty seconds." he grinned slyly, knowing the power he had in the situation.

"you think you can scare me?" you side eyed him, still wearing a scowl on your lips. "hm, i can though."

"anyways, enough of this. let's get to the point." he said, his face almost glowing up, maybe of excitement.

as he was pulling out files and sheets of information from his briefcase, you studied the man. he wore surprisingly smart clothing and a hat on the top of his head. the only thing you really need to know though, was what was his quirk.

"are you going to tell me what he wants or what?" you growled, your temper increasingly becoming short with him. "now, now. hold your horses. ah, here we are." he declared with a small smile as he pulled out one final folder filled with loose sheets of paper.

"so, miss y/n. if you wouldn't mind, id like to ask you a few questions." he told you.

you crossed your arms over the loose hospital gown you were wearing and glared at him. "i have every right to turn down the offer." you sneered as you were gifted with a short chuckle from him.

"not really, if a certain perky blonde is on the line as well." he finished as he begun to open the file infront of you, settling it next you the side of your body on the bed.

"what the-" you tried to finish your sentence before being evidently cut off. "there has been a lasting cold case in our area for quite a few years now. an aggravated assault, an assault with the intent of murder and break in of a small shop on the other side of town." he begun.

"and? what does that have to do with me?" you asked, playing innocent. "oh, it has everything to do with you." he explained. "and how does it?"

"well, if you'd let me explain, i could've finish telling you already." he rolled his eyes discreetly, of course not going unnoticed by you.

"you see, there was a film of footage from the cctv camera's but it was incrediblely blurry and you couldn't make out anything from it. but now dear y/n, after sending the footage to professionals, we finally have some clear footage as evidence." he said taking out black and white screenshots from the folder.

he handed them both to you, you looked down at them cautiously.

and there, on those pictures, no doubt about it, was a young you and toga running out of a store, covered in blood and carrying a new baige cardigan.