The pink haired woman stalked through the aisles, eyes narrowed and gaze scrutinizing.  A potential shirt caught her attention and she paused to examine it: silk, white, and semi-spread collar.  So… Her mouth pouted unhappily but she reluctantly put it away.  It’d look good with a tie and a suit jacket, but there was no way she’d get him into such a get up.  Right now, she’d probably be lucky to see him in a collared shirt and non-graphic jacket.  She’d stuffed a few ties into his hands but she was doubting he even knew how to tie one.<br/><br/>Now at the end of the aisle, she looked around her critically but nothing more caught her eye.  She’d go back to see how Izumi-san was doing with the first batch of clothing she’d given him.  When she reached the dressing room, the door was still closed; no doubt Izumi-san was still skulking inside.  He’d tried to escape no less than three times.  Maybe she should have been impressed; instead, she’d only gotten increasingly irritated at his attempts.  Did he think she wanted to be spending her afternoon like this?!  Well, she had no problems with shopping but spending it with a<span style="font-style: italic">manga-ka</span>who thought scantily clad women on t-shirts were acceptable was.. ugh.  Stupid misogynistic useless wastes of space who.. Her mental grumbling accompanied her throughout her return to the dressing room where a very uncomfortable Izumi-san was standing in front of the mirror tugging at his tie.<br/><br/>Well, surprise surprise.  He certainly cleaned up nicely.  It was a pity everything else about him was so lackluster.  Her attention was diverted from her eye candy when a cheerful voice spoke up.  A smiling Ijima-san appeared from between the clothing racks, clearly pleased to see the purple-haired man.  However, if the step in her direction (why was he stepping in her direction?) and the shaky voice were any indicators, it appeared that the manga-ka didn’t share her happiness.  Another furtive step brought him beside her and then an elbow was digging into her side.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">SAVE ME</span>desperate bright blue eyes pleaded with her, trying to pluck on nonexistent heartstrings.  Unfortunately for Izumi-san, his pink-haired assistant had been raised on more pitiful looks so all he received was a raised eyebrow:<span style="font-style: italic">yes..?</span>She asked silently.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">I’ll be willing to shop with you all day!</span>The sad eyes exclaimed as they tried hard not to look at the still beaming college student who was offering her assistance, should he need it.  Hinata tilted her head to the side thoughtfully.  Hmm.. Her lips curved up into a happy smile,<span style="color: pink"> “That’s so nice of you, Iijima-san!  Here, why don’t you give me your phone number in case Izumi-san needs help, I’ll know who to contact.”</span><br/><br/>AKA: REJECTED.<br/><br/>Hinata ignored Izumi-san’s sudden convulsion as if he’d been shot, pulling out her phone and handing it to the college student who eagerly accepted it.  Betrayed eyes stared at her in horror, mouth partially open in shock.  Hazel eyes narrowed and then flicked down towards his outfit.  Her lips formed three words silently:<span style="font-style: italic">Convention, no complaining.</span><br/><br/>The revulsion simply grew in Izumi-san’s face as he stared between the three in mounting horror: his boring white shirt, the still engrossed Iijima-san, and his impassive personal assistant.<span style="font-style: italic">O-one..?</span>He asked tearfully.  He didn’t want to wear the overly-constricting shirt<span style="text-decoration: underline">at all</span>!!  His complaints stopped at the next dreadful words that came out of Tachibana-san’s mouth:<span style="color: pink"> “Wonderful!  Maybe you can join us while we find appropriate clothes for Izumi-san?”</span><br/><br/>Hinata just smirked at Izumi-san’s disbelieving stare and Iijima-san’s ecstatic look.  Three days.  He was wearing proper clothing for the convention’s entire three days or he could have Iijima-san’s pleasant company this<span style="font-style: italic">entire</span>afternoon.