“Matsuri, are you really leaving the house in that?” Iyo scoffs.
“What’s wrong with my outfit?” Matsuri adjusts his plaid jacket. His tie is floral.
“If you’re going to be seeing Urie Kuki today, you’d got to wear something flashier. Give me five minutes.” Iyo saunters back into their room and yanks open his closet. She used to read illicit fashion magazines Rize snuck into the garden. She can transform her husband into a dashing man.
Five minutes later, Iyo emerges from their room struggling under a colossal load of jackets and ties.
“What is all that?” Matsuri exclaims.
“We’re picking your best outfit. I know you don’t have meetings this morning. And Urie is important to you!” Iyo dumps the clothing on Matsuri. Her hands plant on her hips.
When Matsuri enters CCG an hour later, his hair is less gelled than normal. Slightly messier, like a Washuu. He smells like cologne, and wears a fitted navy jacket.
He can’t wait to see Urie – and tell Iyo how her plan worked.
Mercy and Magic 