Pink Scissors and Morning Light

Yuki hummed cheerfully as she adjusted the pink ribbon in her curly hair. The morning sun streamed through the windows of Nakaibito Hair Haven, casting rainbow sparkles across her shiny scissors and clippers.

"Another beautiful day for makeovers!" she said, spinning around in her pink dress. Her high heels clicked against the polished floor.

Maki and Yuko were already preparing their stations nearby. Maki's purple hair gleamed under the lights as she organized her brushes. Yuko tied her green apron and smiled.

"Did you hear?" Maki whispered. "There's a group of boys in town who refuse haircuts completely."

Yuki's blue eyes widened. "Refuse? But everyone needs a good trim!"

"Their hair is so long and messy, it covers their faces," Yuko added. "They run away whenever they see scissors."

Yuki picked up her favorite pink scissors, watching them glint in the sunlight. "Well, they just haven't met the right hairdresser yet!"

Under the Oak Tree

The next morning, Yuki spotted them through the salon window. Five boys sat under the old oak tree across the street, their long hair hanging like curtains over their faces. One boy picked at the grass while another stared at his shoes.

"There they are!" Yuki whispered to Maki and Yuko. "Let's go introduce ourselves."

The three magical girls stepped outside, their heels clicking on the sidewalk. The moment the boys saw the pink scissors gleaming in Yuki's hand, they scrambled to their feet.

"Wait!" Yuki called out cheerfully. "We just want to help!"

"No scissors!" shouted the tallest boy, backing away. His messy brown hair completely covered his eyes.

"Your hair is so long it's covering your faces," Maki said firmly. "You need a proper cut."

"We don't want it cut!" another boy protested, his voice shaking.

Yuki stepped closer, holding up her shiny clippers. "But look how pretty these are! Pink is such a lovely color."

The boys huddled together, trembling. One started to cry.

"You're scared of getting a bad haircut," Yuko observed. "But we're professionals!"

"Our moms already gave us bad ones," whispered the smallest boy. "We like it messy and long."

"Well, you still have to cut it," Yuki declared. "It's too long!"