Pairing: Vigilante!Tenya x Reader
Warnings: Mentions and detailed depictions of emotional and psychological abuse.
A/N: I’ll be posting this up on my Ao3 because Tumblr doesn’t want to make a good app so I can’t “read more”. But I’ll post any updates here! :D
“I’m very sorry, ma’am. There’s just nothing more we can do.”
The police officer at the desk held up the meticulously filled out papers as to return them to you, though you could only stare down at your own mocking handwriting. How many hours did you pour into filling out all those forms? How many tears did you try and fail to hold back as you relieved what you wrote down? And for what?
Looking down to the seated officer, you could feel the heated tears start to return. “How... how can you say that? I filled everything out. By hand. I told you what he did...”
Those words made you feel like you swallowed a pound of hot lead, the sickening feeling making your face pale. The policeman noticed and quickly went on. “What I mean is that since there’s no eyewitness accounts, it’s just your word against his and because he’s a well known hero in this city and you-“
“And I’m just a quirkless nurse so my word means nothing.” The frustration inside you started to bubble into a sickened rage. “That shouldn’t matter! My word should be enough! He’s been harassing me for almost two years now and I... I just don’t know what to do!”
The officer sighed, his eyes closing a moment before looking back at you. “Get some security cameras, record your phone conversations, do what you can to get some solid evidence for us.” The look in his dark blue eyes was a tired kind of sympathy which you realized was in full support of you, not because of you. It was then you knew ultimately he was right. There just wasn’t anything more he could do.
Nodding your head as you brushed a runaway tear from your cheek, you took the forms back and held them close against your chest. “Thank you, officer. I’ll do that.”
“Ma’am?” His gentle comforting voice made you pause before turning around. “Stay safe out there.”
Before you knew it, the corners of your lips pulled up into a weak grin. “Thank you.” And that time you meant the words.
Watching you leave the precinct with your head down and body so drawn in on itself, the officer’s eyes narrowed in anger. His hands went to the thick tires at his sides and pulled himself away from the desk. Steering the wheelchair to the secluded evidence room, he pulled a disposable cellphone out of his pocket and hit the only number saved in it.
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