Pink Scissors and Morning Mist

Yuki adjusted her scissor earrings as she unlocked the bright pink door of her magical salon in Nakaibito village. Morning sunlight streamed through the windows, making her elaborate pink curls shimmer. She checked her reflection in the mirror, smoothing her pink dress and admiring her scissor-shaped hairpins.

"Time to make everyone beautiful!" she sang, organizing her magical scissors on the counter.

Outside, five boys with long, tangled hair hurried past her window. Their greasy locks hung over their faces like curtains. Yuki wrinkled her nose. Those boys desperately needed haircuts.

"Ren! Riku! Haruto! Kenji! Hiroto!" their mothers called from down the street. "Come back here right now!"

The boys picked up speed, their shaggy hair bouncing as they ran. One stumbled over his own feet, his hair so long it blocked his vision.

Yuki tapped her pink nails against the window glass. She'd seen these boys before, always running from any mention of haircuts. Their parents looked frustrated, chasing after them with tired expressions.

"Interesting," Yuki murmured, her purple eyes sparkling with curiosity.

The Chase Begins

Yuki stepped outside her salon just as the five boys rounded the corner again, their mothers still chasing behind them. This time, three older boys blocked their path.

"Look what we have here," sneered the tallest boy, pulling out enormous golden scissors that gleamed in the sunlight. "More shaggy mops that need cutting!"

The five boys froze. Ren whimpered and hid behind Riku, whose hands shook as he stared at the giant scissors.

"Please, Ryusei, leave us alone," Haruto whispered.

Ryusei laughed and snapped his scissors twice. "Daiki, Sato, grab them!"

His two friends lunged forward, but the terrified boys scattered like startled rabbits. Kenji tripped over his own long hair and tumbled into a flower cart. Vegetables rolled everywhere as the elderly market woman shouted in surprise.

"My cabbages!" she cried, waving her walking stick.

Yuki watched the chaos unfold. These boys weren't just avoiding haircuts - they were genuinely terrified of scissors. And those bullies with their oversized shears weren't helping matters.

"This is worse than I thought," Yuki murmured, adjusting her scissor earrings thoughtfully.