Sector 7 || Haikyuu!!

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// in haikyuu there's a frick ton of teams, so I just added what I knew. I'm sorry if your fav character isn't here, but lez be honest there's so much characters in haikyuu. It even took me a while to know everyone in Nekoma. Again I tried my best to add everyone, enjoy!! \\

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"Bye guys~~" I walk to the door.

"HoLd iT!" Kuroo stands infront of me. Iwaizumi speaks up

"Are you sure it's good idea to go with...well...Kusokawa?" He points at Oikawa

I laugh, "Iwa-chan!!" as Kus-- I mean Oikawa whines. I pat Oikawa and wiped my imaginary tear from my face.

"Don't worry about it! I'll keep him safe Iwa." I grin

Kuroo nods in approval and moves at the side of the door. I open the door and grabbed the back of Oikawa's shirt, pulling him as we go out. I took one last look at Kuroo and Iwa and smiled. "See ya gois later~~!!"

We reached the car and I dropped Oikawa. "Oops"

He stands up and groans. "Seriously Rey-chan?"

I grin and get in the drivers seat as Oikawa gets in the passengers seat. "Sorry Tooru"

He scoffs "So what's the mission? You've kept it quiet for a long time, not even Kuroo-chan knows."

"It's time for some action Tooru!!" I start the engine and hastily exited the parking area

"H-hey! REY-CHAN WE'RE GONNA BE CAUGHT ALREADY IF YOU DRIVE LIKE THIS SHITHEAD" He shouts, holding onto the dashboard and puts on his seatbelt like his life depends on it.... Well it does.

I laugh and I slow down. "That's why you put on your seatbelt Kus-- Tooru."

He glares at me and catches his breath. "Kusokawa? Really Rey-chan?"

I grin "What..? The name's growing on me."

He groans "Iwa-chan's influencing you too much."

"Not just him."

"WHAT?"

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"So we have to save two people from sector 7?" Tooru ask and I hum. "Why didn't you tell the others then?"

"Ukai-san and Takeda-san said not to tell so that we don't.. I dunno." I shrug, not remembering

"Eh?" Tooru looks at me "Seriously?"

"I don't remember no shit, so yea." he sighs

"Alrighty then" he lays back on his seat.

Tooru plays some music from his phone on the radio. He sings the lyrics.

"WE WILL WE WILL-- C'MON REY-CHAN"

I look at him and playfully roll my eyes. "ROCK YOU ROCK YOU" And I still played along.

After a few more minutes of driving we arrived in an abandoned warehouse.

"Man it's always a warehouse for their hideouts." I sigh, annoyed