Hellou lovelies! I KNOW I should complete the fma/knb crossover fic first IM SORRY! IM GETTING ON IT!
Anyway, hope you enjoy this new fic of mine. The chapters aren't in any clear order so I might write the timeline at the start of some chapters.
Disclaimer: If I owned Haikyuu there would be a lot more kissing. And Daisuga.
This was it. All the training he'd done had led him to this moment. His fellow trainees, soon to be colleagues, were all with him, in the same room, looking at the same bland grey walls and feeling the same mingling senses of fear and excitement. He wasn't just speculating, the slightly damp hands running through hair or rubbing the back of their necks were telltale signs. He was sure they all had noticed the same thing about each other, and himself too. They were trained to, after all.
The room was small but it wasn't a problem, there were only seven of them occupying it anyway. Only seven of the original 50 who had gotten through the course with the required results at the end to be brought up to this level. The cream of the crop.
The rest had either failed or dropped out but he wasn't much for complaining. Or caring. He had proven himself thus far and had been given the opportunity to continue doing so.
He wiped all visible signs of nervousness from his face and prepared to get up when his name was called. The black suit he was wearing was coaxed into looking smooth and wrinkle-free as he ran his palms down its front.
"Tsukishima-san, you're up."
In retrospect, he sometimes felt that he should have known. For newbies like himself, their new teammates were bound to be experienced and at least in their 3rd or 4th year of service. And he knew them.
He should have been clued in with the constant late arrivals and sometimes complete absences that had become routine by third year, the slight reluctance to stay the night at another's house. He hadn't been that unobservant before the Academy, had he? It was hard to say.
But the fact of the matter was, he knew the field agents he was to work with. At first, only one was in the room he was called to. They were the same age, and the only way the other would have been at the level his badge was currently showing was if he'd been one of the government experiments with teen spies. Agents who had started their career all the way back in high school.
Agents like the one currently standing in front of him with a bright grin, fiddling with his blue unassuming blue shirt and a gun visibly attached to the belt of their dark jeans.
Agents like Hinata Shoyo.
Then the second and last agent who would form their trio walked (glided. That wasn't normal) in from the back door and the words that he had almost succeeded in forming died in his throat. Oikawa Tooru, in all his flippy hair and brown eyed glory.
A familiar voice once heard on the other side of the net when he was just a first year piped up, 'Chibi chan, I think we broke him."
He felt like he should have known that there was something just a little different from them in Oikawa, and Hinaa especially, when they were in high school. But a little deeper down he had already realized. That was why they were chosen. They were good enough to not let it show.
Constructive criticism is always welcome, and flames pale in comparison to the tiny sun that is Hinata Shoyo. Read and Review people! Also, if you have any prompts or scenes for me to work with, review, pm whatever.