Oikawa shrugs, his cool hand shifting in Hajime’s as his shoulder moves. “Wishing? On aliens? That doesn’t even make sense, idiot,” Hajime scoffs. “We should make a wish, Iwa-chan,” Oikawa says, breaking the spreading silence. He wrenches his eyes away from Oikawa’s face in case the other boy catches him staring and looks back up at the sky. They’ve been having this argument on and off for ten years and he’s sure they’ll have it again, so he can let this one go. Hajime sees the hope in his gaze and can’t bring himself to argue for once. Aliens are clearly the only explanation,” he concludes stubbornly. Scientists know about these things beforehand, Iwa-chan, and I pay attention to the scientists, and no one’s said anything about a meteor shower happening tonight. “-and there’s no good explanation for a surprise meteor shower. “That you can come up with after three seconds of thinking from that tiny brain of yours-“ “First off, you can’t prove that any of them WEREN’T aliens just because they didn’t do anything alien-y, and second, I only say they’re aliens when there’s no scientific explanation-“ “Seriously, you think it’s aliens every freaking time, and it’s never once been-“ “Aliens,” he chants in bored unison with Oikawa. Hajime rolls his eyes, suddenly knowing exactly what Oikawa thinks this is.

“Iwa-chan, do you know what this is?” he breathes in a voice verging on reverent. Oikawa, who’s been practically vibrating with excitement, suddenly stills. Oikawa can’t take his eyes off it Hajime can’t take his eyes off Oikawa, who seems almost luminescent against the dusk. Even Hajime, whose only knowledge of meteor showers is whatever he’s gleaned from Oikawa’s excited babbling when he’s dragged out to the lawn behind their houses in the middle of the night, can tell that this shower is special. The meteors fly thick and fast, lighting up the sky, easily seen even among the last greenish remnants of the sunset. He grabs Hajime’s hand and pulls him off the road onto the grassy hill on one side, then shoves him down-“Ow, you ASSHOLE, you just slammed my knee into a rock, are you trying to kill me?”-and lays down beside him to stare avidly up at the sky. “I can’t believe it, this is incredible, there weren’t supposed to be any more showers for months-“ “Look, Iwa-chan, meteors!” he squeals, stilling in his tracks and pointing at the sky as two more flashes streak by. They’re walking home from the convenience store after evening practice, meat buns in hand, when something flashes across the sky and Oikawa’s face lights up.

Wish upon a star movie made