The Third Miya: Isuma

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"Isuma-san, have you chosen what you're going to wear to the formal event tomorrow?" Riko asked out of the blue. She and Saru were holding on to a step ladder while Isuma fastened a banner to the wall. She looked down and shook her head. "I haven't. I was just going to wear what I have on now. What about you?"

Saru was staring up at her in horror. "Isuma-san, people from Tokyo are going to be here! And a lot of other places! These are the people at the top of the pole; you have to dress up a little!" Isuma climbed down the ladder. "I haven't really had the need to buy any dresses lately. My newest one is from two years ago. Do you expect me to wear that?"

The other two exchanged identical glances; Riko pulled out her phone. "We really need to help you. Here, look. This is what I'm wearing."

Isuma expected it to be extremely fancy and something she wouldn't wear to her own wedding, but surprisingly, it was quite simple. The light yellow dress was knee-length and plain, causal yet oddly elegant at the same time. Riko was flashing a peace sign in the picture. "It's pretty."

"Oh, here's mine." Saru's dress was a little shorter and a flashy red. Isuma had to admit it was attractive. Riko leaned over. "You're wearing that, Saru? It's winter; you'll freeze!"

"Ah, I'll be fine. It's worth it." Saru waved off her concerns and looked at Isuma. "We must get you something, Isuma-san. It doesn't even have to be fancy; you just need to look presentable."

Riko agreed, "Yeah, exactly! The boys are dressing up too, you know. They're supposed to wear dress shirts and nice slacks. I bet some of them won't make it through the evening."

She and Saru laughed as Isuma managed a smile. "I'll try to find something. I can't promise anything, though."

"You can borrow a dress from me." Riko eagerly said. "You don't seem like the makeup type though..." Saru murmured. "Okay, I'll do your hair!"

"What color do you think suits her, Saru? Dark colors, right?" Riko asked. Saru nodded. "Yep- oh, what about dark blue?!"

"That's perfect!" Riko did a fist-pump. Isuma was watching them in bewilderment, unsure of what she'd gotten herself into. Riko held up her fingers as if to measure Isuma. "Hm, you're kind of thin and small... I think my clothes would be a little too big."

"Mine too..." Saru sighed. Riko tapped her foot, thinking. "Well... I do have this dress I bought a while ago, but it was too small. I think it'd be perfect for you." Seeing Isuma's reluctant expression, she added, "It's not too revealing, Isuma-san. The sleeves go past your elbows and I think the dress itself would be just past your knees. It's a dark blue; it would look lovely with your skin and hair."

"...is this really necessary?" Isuma asked, avoiding Riko's offer. They replied in harmony, "Yes."

"...alright, if you say so." Isuma hesitantly responded. They cheered, "Heck yeah!!"

Just then, a small commotion at the doors turned their heads. Almost everyone had converged there, greeting someone excitedly. Riko echoed Isuma's unspoken question: "Who's here?"

They walked over, trying to catch a glimpse over all the people in the crowd. Several parted to let them through, and Isuma was suddenly directly in front of Atsumu.

"'Suma-chan! Tokyo was totally awesome; I met this guy, Kageyama- a crazy setter!! I wish you could've seen him; he's a freaking monster! And then this other dude, Sakusa- you know him, right? He's in the top three aces in all of Japan! Kind of freaky at first, but he's super talented, and setting to him was so much fun! And there was this white shorty there- I swear, he had springs glued to his feet, because there's no way a human should be able to jump that high- 'Suma-chan, are you listening?"