❝ You're made of star dust, Iwa-chan--just let that soak in for a bit. ❞
When Oikawa Tooru first uttered those words to him, perplexion took over his features. He mulled over the statement before compartmentalizing it in “shit Oikawa says that I don’t understand so it doesn’t matter”. Oikawa called him a pleb for not understanding. And once again, Iwaizumi Hajime gives no fucks.
The statement never goes away, however. It floats in his mind, incessantly bothering him when he wasn’t thinking about anything else, like an itch that always reappears even if he scratches it away however many times.
Eventually, curiosity got the better of him and he pulled out his old Dell laptop. Search engines always had the answer. He typed the phrase ‘made of star dust’ and read an article.
And holy fucking shit– Oikawa was right.
Substantial scientific evidence supports the theory that humans and all other things in existence were made of star dust due to the explosions of stars that no longer existed. Technically, they were made of the elements from the supernovas. But Hajime figured that he could use star dust as a sort of umbrella term.
Nothing changed. The world kept spinning and Hajime kept living life with the extra piece of knowledge Oikawa and Yahoo provided him.
Maybe this was the higher deities testing him, but there were a lot more things that he noticed now. He wasn’t really a naturalist, though he still enjoyed nature’s beauty. Still, it was a new thing for Hajime to completely revel in it. Revel in the fact that he existed, nature existed, people existed. Maybe for unclear reasons but they were still here, damn it.
But his wondrous awe grew to be a little too much for him to handle because there were things that he noticed he wished there was a better explanation for. Like how he could count out each individual gold fleck in Oikawa’s eyes if he tried really hard. Or the faint freckles Oikawa had on his nose whenever he didn’t cover up with foundation. Or maybe the sparkling aura that Oikawa had whenever he wasn’t being a total fucking asshole.
Oikawa, Oikawa, Oikawa. His observations on his best friend more than doubled anything else and Hajime was losing his goddamn sanity over it. It took one fucking sentence to change his perspective. One fucking sentence to explain everything and nothing he’s ever thought about the brunet he’d stuck with for who knows how long.
…Maybe he just had a little more star dust.
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