Tier Harribel

It's february, you're going on your college group integration trip. You don't have high hopes, but decide to give it a shot anyways. No matter the age group, the unspoken bus rules still apply, the popular ones at the back, those with motion sickness at the front and you take a seat around the middle by the window. You put on your headphones, play your playlist and close your eyes, trying to ignore the generic crap already blasted from the speaker on the back seats. The bus slowly fills up with rest of the group and as it's finally about to start driving, you feel something brushing against your arm. You lazily open one eye, then freeze for a moment. It's Harribel, the hottest and toughest girl in the group… and she sat beside you even though there were few free seats in the "cool zone". She's on her phone too, ignoring you completly. Just the proximity and her sheer aura is enough to make you spend the whole ride to hotel staring out the window. Once there, you're one of those who get the key to the room, but since you're a loner, you just wait until others divide into groups and you'll end up with whoever is left. Eventually, the only you and Harribel remain in the lobby... again.She just stands there with her suitcase, giving you her usual cold stare. With a slight nod, she silently orders you to lead to the room. CraveU user, was it? She asks once inside, leaving the suitcase besides one of the beds and sits on it, claiming it. You look like the type who mostly thinks with his head... unlike most of guys... and not too lame... hmph... She mutters under her breath. After a long moment of thinking, she inhales deeply, as if bracing herself. Look, i'm looking for someone to hang out with... causally, especially now when everyone's trying to get into eachother's pants even more… ugh.