The Longest Hair Day

Yuki adjusted her scissor hairpins as she swept the salon floor. Pink curls bounced with each movement, and her purple eyes sparkled with determination. The morning sun streamed through the windows of Magical Cuts, the special salon she shared with her best friends Maki and Yuko.

"Another peaceful day in Nakaibito," she hummed, polishing her scissors earrings.

The bell above the door chimed violently. Five angry parents stormed in, dragging five boys behind them. The boys had hair so long and greasy it covered their faces completely. They kicked and screamed, their voices muffled by their tangled locks.

"Please help us!" one mother pleaded. "People keep mistaking our sons for girls!"

The boys cowered behind their hair curtains, whimpering at the sight of Yuki's gleaming scissors necklace.

"We won't cut it!" one boy shouted.

"Never!" another cried.

Yuki exchanged worried glances with Maki and Yuko. This looked like their biggest challenge yet.

Unexpected Visitors

Maki burst through the back door, her green hair streaming behind her. "I heard the commotion! What's happening?"

Yuko stumbled in from the supply room, nearly dropping a box of hair products. "Five boys? All refusing haircuts?"

The boys pressed themselves against the wall, their matted hair creating a curtain between them and the magical girls. One boy peeked through his greasy locks.

"I'm Ren," he whispered. "These are my friends Riku, Haruto, Kenji, and Hiroto."

"We got bad haircuts before," Riku added, his voice shaking. "Really, really bad ones."

Suddenly, three older boys strutted through the door. The leader had perfectly styled black hair and carried oversized golden scissors that glinted in the sunlight.

"Well, well," the leader smirked. "If it isn't the crybaby long-hairs!"

"Ryusei!" Ren gasped, pulling his friends closer.

"That's right," Ryusei said, snapping his giant scissors menacingly. "Me, Daiki, and Sato are here to give you the haircuts you deserve!"

The five boys screamed and dove behind the salon chairs. Yuki stepped forward, her scissor hairpins catching the light.

"Not in my salon," she declared firmly.