Pink Morning Preparations

Yuki adjusted her scissors earrings one last time before stepping out into the morning sunshine of Nakaibito village. Her pink curls bounced as she walked, and her matching heels clicked against the cobblestone path leading to her hair salon.

"Good morning, Yuki!" called Mrs. Tanaka from her flower shop. "Ready for another busy day?"

Yuki smiled and waved, her pink nails catching the light. "Always ready to help people feel their best!"

She pushed open the door to her salon, breathing in the familiar scent of shampoo and styling products. Everything was perfectly organized—her scissors gleaming on the counter, colorful bottles lined up like soldiers, and her special chair positioned just right by the window.

But something felt different today. Yuki couldn't shake the feeling that this morning would bring a challenge unlike any she'd faced before. She picked up her favorite pair of scissors, testing their sharpness with a gentle snip through the air.

Unexpected Visitors

A loud crash echoed from outside Yuki's salon. She rushed to the window and gasped. Five boys stood in the street, their hair so long and tangled it covered half their faces. Behind them, three older boys grabbed at their shoulders.

"Let go of us!" shouted one of the younger boys, his voice muffled by greasy strands.

"Your parents said you need haircuts, and that's what you're getting!" The tallest older boy, with spiky black hair, dragged two of them toward Yuki's door. "Ryusei's orders!"

Yuki stepped outside, her scissors earrings jingling. "What's happening here?"

"These babies are afraid of scissors!" laughed another bully with brown hair. "They look like girls!"

The five boys huddled together, shaking. One peeked through his matted hair with frightened green eyes. "Please don't make us go in there," he whispered.

"We have to," said the boy next to him, tears streaming down his dirt-smudged cheeks. "Our parents will be so angry if we don't."

Yuki watched the bullies push the terrified boys toward her salon door. Her purple eyes narrowed. This wasn't just about needing haircuts—something much deeper was wrong here.