MEANT TO BE MINE

Tier Harribel ~Girlfriend~

Author's Note: I don't know anything about this anime or character, other than the bit that I researched. Apologies for anything that's incorrect, just think that since the reader is in the story and Tier is a yandere-some things turned out different. 

***This is the last one-shot I have requested and it's the last request I'm going to take. I will have ONE MORE one-shot after this with all the characters from the one-shots coming together for the ending of this book [and from the last].***

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"Why am I doing?" A unfamiliar voice spoke, "What makes you so special?"

The voice was soft, barley above a whisper, but it was loud enough for you to take note the voice belonged to a wemon. Slowly opening your eyes, you were met with a short haired lady with a white outfit, black lines running down the outfit. Being in a half dazed state, you didn't realize you had started staring at the cleavage that was visible from the bottom of the shirt. 

"Eyes up here." She spoke, flicking your forehead. 

"Sorry." You muttered, looking away. "What happened?"

"You got attacked by a group of people, I fought them off. You passed out cold, so I brought you here to rest." She spoke. "I figure it'll take you some time to heal, so your staying here for now."

"What type of injuries do I have?" You questioned, looking over yourself. 

You didn't feel much, other than a throbbing headache that made you think you probably got hit in the head with something or maybe you were pushed to the ground and hit your head. You didn't have any memory of a group of people or actually, you didn't remember anything passed walking down the street. Then it was black. Then waking up here. 

"Minus some scratches from hitting the ground, I didn't see anything. I'm not a doctor, but I have one coming to get a better look at you." She spoke, "The names Tier."

"[y/n]." You reply. 

"[y/n]." Tier spoke, "That name suits you."

She stood up from the chair placed by the bed you were currently laying on. 

"Now that you're up, you must be hungry. I'll bring you some food. "

Without waiting for a response, she quickly left the room, closing the door behind her. You sat up, stretching your limbs out and awaiting the food. Tier on the other hand was trying to regain her composure, as she made the soup. 

"What is this person doing to me? I just met her/him/them, I shouldn't feel this way! Hell, at least she/he/they didn't realize I was the one who knocked her/him/them out. What's wrong with me? No, that group was planning a attack, it was best that I took them out and knocked her/him/them out and brought her/him/them here where it's safe. Overtime the group will forget about her/him/them. I have good intensions. I have good intensions. I. have. good. intensions. She/he/they must be hungry, it's been several hours."

With that little self-conversation, she picked up the bowl of soup, bringing it to the room you were currently in. A blush appearing on her cheeks, although mostly covered by the fabric of the shirt. She handed you the soup, which you gratefully took. Unknown to you she stiffed a bit as your hand touched hers as she exchanged the bowl. Her heart began to beat loudly in her chest as she tried to keep composure. 

"I have some things to work on, the doctor should be here anytime. I'll check on you myself in a few hours."

"Okay, thank you." You reply. 

"..You're welcome." She whispered, closing the door. 

She looked down at her hand where you had made contact, staring at in intensely for a moment before brining it to her face, rubbing it against her cheek. 

"This isn't good for me."

[Timeskip]

Over the next couple days, you were doing fine and helping around the area as you could. The doctor said you didn't have any damage, other than a small knot on your head from the impact of being hit with something, but it would go away within a week. Tier highly suggested that you stayed there for the time being as the group might come looking for you, but they would be dealt with. She also wouldn't mind the extra help and company. So, here you were cooking a nice soup dinner. She mentioned she wasn't feeling good and was going to be resting in bed today. Just like how she had treated you, you wanted to do the same. Opening the door you realized she wasn't in there, but there was a open notebook. Maybe she had left you a note that she was going to go for a walk or something. Your eyes widened as you read the words on the page, discovering her obsession with you. Turning the pages back you could see entrys from the time you had arrived to the current day. She had become madly in love with you over the short amount of time. 

The last entry was talking about how she was going to kill those who were planning on attacking you that night, your friend owed them money and they thought they would be able to get some out of you as compensation or a 'late fee' on your friends behalf. You heard footsteps behind you, causing you to turn to see Tier. She looked between you and the notebook a few times. 

"You weren't supposed to see that." She spoke, sighing. "Please don't run away, it'll make it harder on the both of us. I know this is unhealthy, but I don't care. You make me feel something I hadn't before."

"Run away?" You questioned, "I've always wanted someone to care for me and love me this much. I just wasn't under the impression that you liked me like that."

"...I wasn't expecting that kind of response." Tier replied, pulling the mask down to show her blushing face with a smile. "Will you make me the happiest person in the world by allowing me to be your GIRLFRIEND?"

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Author's Note: I made this one different than I've made others, as the reader accepts the crazed persons love.